After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

"do not move!"

Before Zhang Dafu had time to react, Jiang Yi'an's cold and serious voice sounded in his ears.

She stared at Zhang Dafu with cold eyes, raised her hand and pulled the trigger of the pistol: "The gun in my hand was taken out of your box. You should know better than me that this is not a toy gun."

"If you move around now, I'll blow your brains out!"

The woman's cold voice made Zhang Dafu frown slightly.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced in Jiang Yi'an's direction.

It turned out that Xiaojun, who had been lying on her body, had fallen into a coma at some point.

He lay on Jiang Yi'an's body like a dead fish, unconscious for a long time.

At this moment, the woman who was pinned down by Xiaojun was staring at him coldly, her eyes serious and even filled with hatred.

That look in his eyes, as if if he moved randomly, she would really shoot.

Zhang Dafu paused and his voice softened: "Okay, I won't move."

After getting his guarantee, Jiang Yi'an did not take it lightly.

She frowned and glanced at Mo Beixiao next to Zhang Dafu: "Come here and help me."

Mo Beixiao nodded and walked to her side, and at a glance he saw the cut rope and soft knife that she threw behind her.

He instantly understood her method of escape.

He turned around, followed Jiang Yi'an's previous method, and quickly cut the rope with a soft knife.

After his hands were freed, the man frowned and walked to Jiang Yi'an, stretched out his hand to take the pistol in her hand: "I'll do it."

"I learned to shoot for a while."

While taking the pistol handed over by Jiang Yi'an, the man stared at Zhang Dafu's face slowly and said, "I didn't learn well. I only won the second prize in a world-class shooting competition."

"But it's still too late to hit someone within a hundred meters."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Dafu with a faint smile: "How long do you think it will take you to run one hundred meters?"

The dignity and cold arrogance on the man's face made Zhang Dafu narrow his eyes involuntarily: "The anger, anxiety, and emotional breakdown you felt just now... was all an act?"

"if not?"

Mo Beixiao stared at him coldly, the corner of his lips curling up slightly: "Is it possible that you feel that the leaders of the business community in Rongcheng should feel offended when they shout at you in front of a bunch of scum like you?"

As he spoke, he pressed the muzzle of his gun against Zhang Dafu's forehead: "You are not qualified yet."

"But……"

Zhang Dafu frowned? : "How do you know our guns are here, and when did we discuss the action?"

The fact that they had guns has never been revealed.

Even the police who have been tracking them don't know.

How did Mo Beixiao and his woman know?

The woman could even immediately determine where the pistol was hidden and ask Xiaojun to bring her over! ?

"Because your people are not united."

Jiang Yi'an pulled the rope aside and tied Zhang Dafu while slightly curling his lips: "You must have never imagined that you have a brother who secretly took out the pistol from the box."

"And this scene was seen by my daughter."

Zhang Dafu suddenly realized: "In such a short period of time, that little girl told you so many things?"

Jiang Yi'an tied his hand into a tight knot: "Yes."

"Then you don't have time to finalize plans with Mo Beixiao."

Zhang Dafu still doesn't understand why these two people work together so well.

"To be precise, it was her plan, I just cooperated."

Mo Beixiao added indifferently.

Jiang Yi'an tied up Zhang Dafu, turned over in the grass, found the box full of pistols, and held it in his arms.

Finally, the woman and Mo Beixiao looked at each other, and then the two men stood up with Zhang Dafu hostage.

Although Jiang Yi'an had been busy before, due to the distance and the large piles of thatch blocking the way, the other kidnappers in the direction of the door only thought that Jiang Yi'an was busy serving Zhang Dafu and Zhang Dafu. Xiaojun never expected that this woman and Mo Beixiao would counterattack their boss.

At this time, the kidnappers were dumbfounded when they saw Jiang Yi'an and Mo Beixiao standing up with Zhang Dafu hostage.

One of them was still confused: "Which game are you playing?"

"Brother Fu is role-playing in order to seek excitement?"

Someone next to him gave him a sharp look: "What role-playing?"

"We all underestimated the enemy. This woman didn't want to sleep with Xiaojun and Brother Fu at all, but she wanted to steal our guns and leave with her husband with the guns!"

The person who was scolded was stunned for a while before he suddenly realized: "That's right!"

"Our guns are all in the box, and the box is under the haystack. The woman and Xiaojun went to the box where the pistols are!"

After saying that, the man slapped his forehead: "It's bad, we were plotted, the kidnappers were threatened by hostages!"

"If you don't want Zhang Dafu to die, just get out of the way."

Mo Beixiao put the muzzle of his gun against Zhang Dafu's temple, and walked toward the warehouse door step by step with Jiang Yi'an holding the box.

As soon as Zhang Dafu was tied up, those people seemed to have lost their backbone. They didn't know what to do for a while, so they could only silently make way for Mo Beixiao and Jiang Yi'an to leave.

Following Mo Beixiao, Jiang Yian held a box with a pistol in his arms. His whole heart seemed to be hanging in mid-air. Every step he took was very vain, as if he was stepping on the clouds. He always felt uncomfortable. reality.

She and Mo Beixiao...

Did you get out of this deadlock so easily?

original……

So simple.

Just as the woman was thinking this, the two people had already reached the door of the warehouse.

Although the kidnappers retreated to a distance of five or six meters from Mo Beixiao at Mo Beixiao's request.

But when Mo Beixiao held Zhang Dafu hostage and was about to step out of the abandoned warehouse, Jiang Yi'an sharply saw a flash of silver light in the hand of a robber hidden in the back of the crowd.

The silver texture is exactly the same as the pistol in Mo Beixiao's hand!

Subconsciously, she turned her eyes and glanced in that person's direction.

The man's hand was actually a pistol exactly like the one in Mo Beixiao's hand.

He's pulling the trigger.

And where the muzzle of the man's pistol was pointed...

It's Mo Beixiao.

"Be careful--!"

When it was confirmed that the man's pistol was aimed at Mo Beixiao, Jiang Yi'an's mind went into chaos.

She didn't have time to think, so she immediately dropped the box in her hand and rushed in the direction of Mo Beixiao, trying to use her own strength to push him out of the attack range of the pistol.

But she forgot that after she pushed Mo Beixiao away, she was standing where he was before.

"Bang——!" There was a sound, the bullet came out of the chamber, and blood splashed!