Lure the villain! Crazy batch! Top stunner makes you crazy

Ying Jin's eyes turned cold.

Qi Yan suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

She was nervous, her spine was chilling, and her hair was standing on end. She was wrong. She was reckless. How could she be so eager for quick success? If D77 hadn't stopped her, once she really pulled the trigger and made a blank shot, she would have died. Burial place.

Even if her fear collapses now, she must hold on. Once her nervous and fearful emotions are revealed, it will prove that she has the intention to kill him. All her efforts will be in vain, and her death will definitely be ugly.

Finally, with a smile on her face and a slight hook on her red lips, she raised the muzzle of the gun slightly, "Are you afraid?"

She had a teasing tone with these four words, instantly turning the gun threat into flirtation. Coupled with her deliberately coquettish tone, the brightness of her daughter's home filled her eyebrows and eyes.

Ying Jin had a cold face and without saying a word, he held the barrel of the gun and moved the gun away from his forehead.

Without saying a word, he stared at her with such stern eyes, examining her expression.

"You still want to kill me?" Ying Jin took the gun back from her hand.

"How could it be?" She was startled, "I'm just kidding you."

"A joke?" Ying Jin opened the magazine, loaded another bullet, buckled the magazine back, and put the muzzle of the gun against her forehead: "Qi Yan, I can also make a joke with you."

She didn't seem to have expected that his reaction would be so violent. She stared at him blankly for a long time, her eyes innocent and confused.

It took a while for her to realize what he meant, and she looked at him eagerly, her eyes red, "Mr. Jin, I didn't think that much."

Ying Jin loaded the bullet.

Now whenever he pulls the trigger, her head will blossom.

Qi Yan's chest heaved, and her hands and feet were cold.

There was a bang.

The huge gunshot echoed in the shooting room, and the bullet accurately hit the target in the distance.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Ying Jin threw the gun aside and turned around to leave without looking back.

Qi Yan stood there blankly, feeling like she was about to survive a disaster. Her legs became weak and she held on to the table to stand steady.

A few minutes later, Shi Yunhe walked in, holding an iron box in his hand and looking at her with a complicated expression.

"I said, although Mr. Jin is gentle, he is not a good-tempered person. Why did you offend him?" Shi Yunhe picked up the Cottle 1911, took out the magazine, found the bullet storage box, and filled it with bullets. .

Qi Yan whispered: "Does pointing a gun at his head count?"

Shi Yunhe's hand shook and he almost threw out the bullet: "What did you say, you pointed a gun at Master Jin's head? Are you tired of living?"

"You're kidding." She looked at him aggrievedly: "I just made a gesture with the gun."

"That won't work, what are you doing?" Shi Yunhe was so angry that he slapped the iron box on the table: "No wonder Master Jin asked me to bring this over so you can practice shooting."

"What is this?" She frowned, having a bad feeling.

"Open it and see for yourself." Shi Yunhe continued to load the bullets of the gun.

Qi Yan opened the lid of the iron box and saw countless slender silver needles inside, which reflected a cold light under the light of the shooting room.

"This is..." She raised her head.

Shi Yunhe sighed: "One of the crueler punishment methods in the base is to drive silver needles into the inner flesh of the finger caps."

Qi Yan's eyes were full of disbelief, and her face suddenly turned pale, "He wants to drive a silver needle into my finger?"

"Yes, who asked you to make such a joke with him? Master Jin has tolerated you very much without shooting you on the spot." He handed her the bullets in the pistol: "Take it, practice with the gun, and nail it if it misses the target." A needle.”

Qi Yan's hands trembled: "Are you really going to do this?"

Shi Yunhe nodded with a serious expression: "Don't make random jokes in the future. This will also give you a long memory."

Qi Yan held the pistol.

Her mind was in confusion, she regained her composure, straightened her arms and aimed at the target.

Seeing her trembling with fear and nervousness, Shi Yunhe comforted her: "You don't need to hit the target. The requirement is that you don't miss the target. You can do it if you focus more."

Qi Yan bit her lips.

She made a careless mistake. She almost showed her flaws, which made Ying Jin angry and wary of her. She should have calculated the capacity of the bullet before taking action.

Everyone entering and exiting every area in the base must go through security checks, not to mention the shooting gallery where bullets are everywhere. In such a high-risk place, Ying Jin must have known the bullets in the gun so that he could give her the gun. He only lets go when he knows the gun is empty.

Qi Yan, Qi Yan, you are so brainless!

She cursed herself ten thousand times in her heart, gritted her teeth and fired the first shot.

Hit.

D77: [Sir, this is not entirely your fault. The Cottle 1911 is expensive and not popular. It is normal that you do not understand this pistol. 】

D77: [In the past few days, when we see the target, we walk around, stay away from him, and wait for him to calm down. Besides, you didn’t pull the trigger, so he has no reason to suspect that you want to kill him. 】

Qi Yan bit her lip: I can't wait for him to calm down, I have to take the initiative.

She had to respond. Looking at the human-shaped target not far away, she closed her eyes, deliberately deflected the pistol, and fired all the remaining bullets.

D77: [Sir? ! What are you doing! 】

Shi Yunhe looked at her in surprise: "Are you crazy? I just said that if the shot misses the target, a silver needle will be driven into the nail!"

"I know everything you said." Qi Yan stretched out her hand, "Let's do it."

Shi Yunhe looked unbearable: "Are you sure?"

Qi Yan looked around and found an unopened clean towel. She opened the package, bit the towel in her mouth, handed it over with her right hand, and said vaguely: "Quick."

She had to take the initiative to be punished in order to calm down Ying Jin.

When the sharp silver needle penetrated the thin flesh under the nail, the sharp pain quickly penetrated from Qi Yan's fingers to her limbs and bones. She groaned in pain, her eyes widened, and she could faintly see the whites of her eyeballs. Emerging bloodshot eyes.

The silver needle pierced deeper and deeper, passed through the flesh and blood, and was nailed into her finger.

The place of penetration was not the fingertips, but the most delicate flesh and blood under the nails. The shape of a silver needle could even be seen in the transparent nail caps. The blood in her fingers immediately dyed the nails bright red.

Qi Yan's body was shaking violently, and tears fell heavily.

She was covered in sweat, biting the towel and letting out a beastly whimper of pain.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

When the fifth silver needle pierced her little finger, she fainted from the pain.