The right way to attract an attack

The curtains over there were drawn and closed, and the motionless appearance looked normal from the outside, but with fancy eyesight, one could see a gap in the curtains on the thirteenth floor.

There's someone behind the curtain!

It's the killer.

He locked the opponent tightly with his consciousness.

Then, step by step, he walked towards the building over there.

When Jiang Haomiao was pulled by Hua Mi, he didn't understand what happened. He felt the sudden coldness on his body, which was extremely oppressive. He looked up in astonishment, and saw Hua Mi walking towards the building. go.

Jiang Haomiao heard the voice just now. He turned his head to look at the car window, and his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the bullet hole on the car window.

Someone is going to kill himself!

If it wasn't for Xiaoxing, he would have been headshot just now, with a "poof", his head was smashed apart like a watermelon.

He saved himself!

Jiang Haomiao looked around vigilantly, his eyes widened in astonishment when he saw Hua Mi.

When Hua Mi walked downstairs, she didn't need to run up, she just tapped her feet and jumped onto the window sill on the third floor, and then jumped on the window sill to jump onto the air-conditioning box on the fourth floor. At one o'clock, I jumped onto the air-conditioning box on the fifth floor.

Little by little, little by little, and little by little, he easily jumped onto the window sill of the room on the thirteenth floor.

Reaching out and waving the curtains, he easily jumped in. Seeing the man who had retreated to the middle of the house and put the machine gun on the table in the middle of the house, he couldn't help laughing.

A half-race with black hair and blue eyes.

Very good, to have the guts to kill his own stove.

"Who sent you here?" Hua Mi stood by the window, raised her chin and asked.

His voice has the kind of clarity unique to teenagers, and his tone doesn't fluctuate much, as if he was asking about the weather, but the killer in the middle of the house was already breaking out in cold sweat, looking at Huami in a panic, even if With the trigger of the machine gun under his hand, he didn't dare to move half a point.

Before coming here, I had investigated thoroughly, and knew that there was such a person beside the target, but I never thought that the other party would have a terrifying power.

The moment after the shooting, he felt that he was locked, and that strong sense of oppression instantly made his heart palpitate, as if there was an invisible thread tied to him, which could not be torn off no matter what.

This is not an illusion, but an intuition cultivated by working as a killer for 21 years and breaking away from countless deaths.

His intuition told him that if he dared to escape, he would die even worse!

Hearing the other party's question in a nice voice, he tightly shut his mouth, fearing that he would divulge any information under the pressure of suffocation.

Seeing the killer's uncooperative attitude, Hua Mi walked up to him, slightly stretched her body over the machine gun on the table, leaned closer to him and asked, "Don't tell me?"

The other party stared at Hua Mi nervously and vigilantly, then Hua Mi smiled, stood up straight and stretched out his hand to pat the top of the other party's head: "If you don't say anything, die."

The shadow of death loomed, and the trigger under his hand reflexively pulled Huami's body, but he missed.

The moment Hua Mi pulled the trigger, he had already switched sides of his body.

Even so, his hand only turned in one direction, but the target under his hand did not move.

With a palm, he patted the opponent's head lightly.

Quietly, the standing man fell limply to the ground as if all the bones had been pulled out of his body.

Behind Hua Mi, the curtain that was pierced by the bullet and generated a lot of heat due to the intense friction suddenly burst into flames.

The last sight of the middle-aged killer in this world when he fell to the ground was a picture of Hua Mi emerging from the raging fire.

After dealing with the trouble, Hua Mi shook her hands in disgust, as if the other party's hair had stained her hands, then turned and walked towards the window.

Stretching out her hand to push aside the burning curtain, with a light leap from the floor of the room, Hua Mi jumped down.

Jiang Haomiao downstairs was staring at the curtains in a daze.

The moment he saw Hua Mi jumping and jumping into the room, he finally realized strongly that Hua Mi is different from others.

Magical weight loss talisman, refined mentality, perfect appearance, extraordinary force...

Before he could react from his own consciousness, he suddenly saw smoke coming out of the curtain and it was burning.

Jiang Haomiao was startled, and then remembered that the person upstairs was a killer, an extremely dangerous existence, and Hua Mi's life would be in danger if he was on it!

He quickly took out his mobile phone and ran towards the door, wanting to call for help, but his hands were shaking, either he pressed the wrong key, or he was too weak to press it.

At this moment, he hated himself so much, he shouldn't have indulged Xiao Xing, and dismissed all the bodyguards if he thought they were annoying.

However, before taking two steps, Jiang Haomiao saw Huami appearing in front of him.He stared at Hua Mi in astonishment, and even dropped the phone in his hand to the ground.

Hua Mi walked over to pick up the phone on the ground and handed it back, comforting him with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry." As she spoke, she walked towards the car.

Only then did Jiang Haomiao come to his senses, and moved his lips, wanting to say that I was trembling because I was afraid that you would be hurt, not because I was being shot.

But in the end, he didn't say it out, but just followed.

When he was sitting in the car, Jiang Haomiao still couldn't help asking, "Just now..."

"It should be a killer. I'll kill him." Hua Mi stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel with her hand, and the car turned out of the parking space and drove towards the road.

Jiang Haomiao's hands trembled, and he turned his head to look at Hua Mi in disbelief, his eyes wide open, but he couldn't say a word with his mouth open.

killed.

Such a casual sentence represents the end of a life.

Jiang Haomiao is in a high position, so he naturally has some characteristics of this class.For example, they don't value human life like ordinary people do.

Although he knew a lot of dark things, he had never committed a murder, and he never thought that the quiet and well-behaved person beside him would be less concerned about human life than himself.

"What are you killing people for!?" Jiang Haomiao's voice changed a little when he realized it, he quickly pulled out his cell phone to make a call, and complained fiercely to Huami: "This is against the law, do you know that?" Yes! You will be arrested!"

While pressing 110 with trembling hands, he comforted himself in his heart: Xiao Xing will be fine, he will be fine, he will not let him have trouble, and will never let him fall into danger.

Hua Mi smiled in a good mood and turned her head to look at Jiang Haomiao: "Isn't there still you?" He killed the person who wanted to kill him. If Jiang Haomiao is afraid of him because of this, then this person will see for himself. Missed.

What Hua Mi said was serious, with Jiang Haomiao around, he wasn't worried about the aftermath.

It was a very plain sentence, but it represented trust. Jiang Haomiao's hands stopped shaking suddenly, and his heart didn't panic.

That's right, with myself here, he is the young director of the Jiang family, and his grandfather is a high-ranking official in Beijing, what things can't be suppressed by him?Don't say that Xiaoxing killed one person, even if he killed ten or a hundred people, he can still protect him!

The emotion in Jiang Haomiao's heart had time to rise slowly, and he said a little excitedly and choked up: "Xiao Xing, I'm not worth it..." I'm not worth you taking such a big risk, and I'm not worth it for me do so much.

"No, you're worth it." There were a lot of cars on the road, and Hua Mi drove seriously, without turning her head to look at Jiang Haomiao, and the more plain the words, the more excited Jiang Haomiao was.

"...Hello...Hello..." The voice from the phone finally aroused Jiang Haomiao's excitement, and he quickly picked up the phone and put it to his ear: "I'm sorry I made a mistake, sorry!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Haomiao's face turned slightly red, and he felt that he was really a pig's brain just now.Xiaoxing obviously told himself that he had killed someone, but he still called 110. I really don't know what to think.So he picked up his phone and called home.

"Hey, father... I'm fine, I've lost weight again... I'm calling to say that at about [-]:[-] tonight, I was shot by a killer at the Huize Building on Tuanjie Road. You should send someone there right away. Deal with it."

Jiang's father on the opposite side digested his son's words and became extremely nervous: "Then how are you? Are you injured? Are you safe now?"

"I'm fine! It's just that the stranger who rescued me injured the killer. Don't let anyone find him out and get him out of this matter." Jiang Haomiao told his father calmly.

The reason why it is said to be wounded is to protect Huami. The call records can be found even if there is no monitoring. The power of the country is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. However, this situation is too expensive, and it is not a national event. will do.

"That's what it should be..." Jiang's father asked for details while Jiang Haomiao spoke slowly.

Not long after returning home, there was a hasty knock on the door and the doorbell rang. Jiang Haomiao knew that his father was worried, so he sent someone to protect him, and hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Jiang Haomiao's assistant, who hadn't seen Jiang Haomiao for more than ten days, was stunned for a moment. When it was the Young Director of his own family, his eyes widened in astonishment, his expression was disbelieving, and he stammered a bit probing: "Jiang...Jiang Shao?"