The rich and powerful: Madam's vest is not covered properly

"Sister Shu, it's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

The man restrained his smile, his voice turned cold instantly, he took out a gun from behind, and pointed it directly at Lin Shu's head: "Sister Shu wants me to do it?"

Lin Shu smiled, her gaze was calm: "If you want something, let Anwu come in person."

He raised his hand and moved the man's arm.

"You are the first one who dares to put a gun on my head."

The fingers ran down his arm, onto his hand, and finally took hold of the gun in his hand.

Instantly pointing the gun at him.

The man smiled: "Sister Shu, I just want to know something, I'll leave when I get it."

Lin Shu stopped laughing, Tao Hua's eyes were bloodshot, and she said coldly: "I don't want to say what I said a third time."

An Wu would really challenge her.

The man looked at the gun against his head, and felt a little scared. After all, the power of his life and death was in the hands of this woman, and he didn't dare to provoke her.

He finally knew why the leader sent him here, this woman is really not something to mess with.

"Sister Shu, as long as you hand over the things, Anwu will not make things difficult for you."

The man still spoke unwillingly.

He must take things back today.

Lin Shu let go of the man's hand with a click: "Who will you send next time?"

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and didn't realize the meaning of her words for a while.

Following her movements, the man opened his eyes wide.

Lin Shu took out a gun from behind her, the most iconic gun, which everyone in the entire dark world wanted.

The body of the gun is silver in color. Although it is small and light, it is extremely powerful. One shot is enough to destroy the entire room.

This is a gun that Qin Shu made herself, and there is only one.

The Qin character on the gun was shining extremely brightly under the dim light.

The man looked at Lin Shu in disbelief: "Who the hell are you?"

Lin Shu smiled lightly: "Didn't you guess it? Do you need me to say more?"

Lin Shu turned the gun around and put it in her pocket. She wasn't going to see blood with her gun today.

"Qin Shu! It's you."

The man cried out in shock. He never dreamed that Qin Shu was not dead.

Lin Shu stepped forward and grabbed his hand, squeezed it lightly, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The man cried out in pain, and the gun in his hand drooped straight down.

Lin Shu immediately grabbed the gun and weighed it in her hand: "The texture is good, but it's a pity that I made it."

With deep eyes, he glanced at him.

"boom--"

Gunshots resounded throughout the alley, accompanied by men's cries of pain.

Lin Shu frowned: "Anwu's training in recent years has become more and more ineffective, just one shot."

He raised his foot and kicked the wound on the man's abdomen.

The man sat on the ground in pain, unable to speak a word.

Lin Shu squatted next to the man, with the gun pointed at his head: "I'm right, it really is trash."

Gun, she played well.

Looking down at the man's abdomen, this shot was enough to kill him.

Lin Shu threw the gun in her hand beside the man: "The dead will keep secrets."

The man froze for a moment, he was the one who said this to Qin Shu, but he didn't expect it to be used on himself now.

Looking up at Lin Shu: "Sister Shu is very capable. She turns everyone around, but I don't know what will happen if An Wu knows?"

Lin Shu curled her lips and smiled: "I wish for it."

An Wu wants her to die, she wants An Wu to die.

The man said viciously: "Sister Shu is too naive."

Then his eyes froze for an instant, and he gradually lost his breath.