Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Hearing Fu Liang's words, Ji Jiu's eyes became brighter, but there was an imperceptible bleakness in this bright color.

Fu Liang noticed it, but he pretended not to notice, because Ji Jiu was also slowly walking into the trap he set.

Everything last night was a game he had set up long ago, every move of Ji Jiu happened to step on the position of the game he had calculated, and it was hard for Ji Jiu to find that he was completely defeated at the beginning until the last move.

Fu Liang was grateful in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be incompetent and angry.

In terms of acting talent, he proudly felt that he could win an Oscar if he entered the entertainment circle.

"Why would I be willing to kill you? You are the person I love the most." Ji Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly to confess, and reassured him by the way, "Although I am SM, I have a sense of proportion. For a lunatic like me, You are my sanity."

Fu Liang: "..."

He was a little moved by this madman's confession, but also a little speechless.

The train will arrive at the Imperial Capital Station tomorrow night, and someone from Secretary Qian will come to pick them up at the station.

The moonlight tonight is beautiful, Fu Liang is biting a clean white towel in his mouth, with prominent veins on his forehead, and hot and cold sweat flowing down alternately.

The reason why he unconditionally obeys Ji Jiu's various bad tastes is actually to get out the list in Ji Jiu's hand.

But with the help of his superb acting skills, Ji Jiu fully believes that Fu Liang's obedience is just to impress him, and to let Ji Jiu help him complete the real task of "assassinating Secretary Qian".

There were bloodstains on Fu Liang's white back, and his wrists were restrained by handcuffs, hemp ropes, nylon ropes, cloth belts and other strips.

It was early in the morning, his hands were tied up with something like rubber bands, and then they reached the top of his head...

Just as the two were cooperating with each other deeply, there were slight footsteps outside the carriage.

Fu Liang raised his knees to push him, spat out a towel and lowered his voice, "Hello, there's someone."

Ji Jiu also spat out the towel in his mouth. Covering his mouth with a towel was what Fu Liang meant. Fu Liang was worried that if he yelled too happily, he would invite curiosity and dissatisfaction from the next door, which was not in line with their low-key style of this trip.

Ji Jiu obviously noticed the movement at the door, maybe he noticed it before Fu Liang.

He took the wig and put it on slowly, then put on his silk pajamas and stood up, silently grabbed the pistol under the pillow and hid beside the carriage door.

Fu Liang felt his lower body hurt terribly, and he probably didn't have much fighting power, but he managed to put on his clothes and trousers, turned sideways on the table, held the gun in his right hand, and focused on the door.

The furtive sounds outside suddenly disappeared, and it seemed to be quiet again.

Fu Liang didn't know who it was, it might be an American killer, or some peeping tom...

His nerves were tense, and he accidentally glanced at Ji Jiu's lower body out of the corner of his eyes, and found that Ji Jiu was still wearing his high heels calmly.

"Is this a habit of being a woman?" Fu Liang couldn't help cursing.

At this time, the door of the carriage was quietly slid open from the outside, and a man in a sweater walked in. Fu Liang pointed a gun at him, and said in a dry voice, "Don't move."

The gun in the man's hand also happened to be aimed at Fu Liang, and he said with a strange laugh, "Don't move either."

Fu Liang raised his eyebrows and raised his hand pretending to surrender. At this time, Ji Jiu, who was hiding beside him, stepped on the instep of the man in the sweater, because Ji Jiu was wearing high-heeled shoes, and the pointed heel poked at the man in the sweater. Instantly, the pain on his toes caused the other party to lose his voice, and the corners of his eyes burst into tears.

Ji Jiu grabbed the opponent's arm with a solemn expression and lifted it up suddenly. The man in the sweater went off in pain and hit the ceiling of the carriage.

Although his gun was equipped with a suppressor, it still made a moderate noise when it was fired.

Ji Jiu raised his knee and kicked him in the lower abdomen again, and pushed him out of the carriage. The strength of the man in the sweater was not strong enough to contend with Ji Jiu, and Ji Jiu pressed him against the window at the junction of the carriage.

Fu Liang originally wanted to chase him out to have a look, but his body was really inconvenient.Finally, his eyes fell on the bullet embedded in the ceiling.

"Are you looking for death?"

Ji Jiu glared fiercely at the man in the sweater, grabbed his collar tightly with one hand, and poked his chin with the muzzle of the gun in his right hand.

The man in the sweater trembled with fright, and begged for mercy: "Gao Rose, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to spoil your good deeds, it's just...just..."

"Just what?" Ji Jiu tightened his grip on his neck by another three points.

"It's just... the superior said that we should cooperate with you..." The muzzle of the gun in the man's hand could only be forced upwards under Ji Jiu's strength, his hair and cheeks were soaked in sweat, and he whispered, "This, this way ...It's easy to win the trust of Fu Liang and the others, just like last time in the hotel, didn't we cooperate very well."

Ji Jiu's temples twitched very violently. He wrinkled his nose, glared at the man viciously, and finally smiled relaxedly: "You are right, we should cooperate tacitly."

While speaking, he put his pistol into his pajamas pocket, and the man in the sweater breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, Ji Jiu directly grabbed the man's pistol with a suppressor, and then fired a shot against the glass window behind him .

The cracks on the car window bloomed like flowers in an instant. Immediately, Ji Jiu smashed the glass hard with the butt of his gun, and the street lights flickered due to poor contact. He hooked his lower lip towards the man strangely.

The ominous premonition in the man's heart deepened, his whole heart was surrounded by fear, his pupils dilated and his breathing was rapid, the word "help" was still stuck in his throat, he had already been overturned by Ji Jiu and fell off the train, and the cry for help disappeared in the wind.

In the middle of the night, the train was rumbling, and although some people noticed the movement in the aisle, no one dared to meddle in their own business.

Ji Jiu put away the other gun as if nothing had happened and walked back to the carriage.

Fu Liang endured the pain in his back and other places, and removed the bullet embedded in the ceiling. He looked at the marking on the bullet and recognized it as something belonging to an American agent.

So... the identity of the man in the sweater who attacked them just now is about to be revealed.

"What are you looking at?"

After Ji Jiu came in, he closed the compartment door, kicked off his high heels and climbed onto his bed.

"Bullet..." Fu Liang placed the tilted bullet vertically on the table, "He's an American."

"Oh."

Ji Jiu glanced at the bullet and shrugged.

Fu Liang: "What about others?"

Ji Jiu: "I threw it off the train, it didn't arouse other people's suspicion, don't worry."

Fu Liang: "That's good."

At this time, Ji Jiu stretched out his arm and turned off the light, and the room was pitch black again.

Fu Liang: "What are you doing?"

Ji Jiu's voice was soft and low: "Of course I'm continuing to do what I didn't finish before."