Accompany you to the end of the world

This gun is very popular among assassins, shooting at close range, suitable for when they are all killed.

Because there are only two bullets in it, one for the target and one for yourself.

Hu Xun was in a hurry before and used up both bullets.

She could hear that there was no unfriendly signal in Lang Chen's words.

Hu Xun laughed, hooked the trigger with his index finger and turned it lightly, and handed it to Lang Chen:

"Miss Lang, thank you for saving me. This gun is just a gift."

She spoke with certainty and calmness, as if Lang Chen would definitely accept it.

From the beginning to the end, Lang Chen only glanced at the gun.

The woman's eyes lightly brushed across Hu Xun's face, and Lang Chen said:

"you know me?"

Hu Xun suddenly had a bad idea, and her crescent-shaped eyes looked deeply into Lang Chen's eyes, and boldly replied:

"Of course! Miss Langchen's figure roaming the sky makes me very envious."

The girl's words are false and true, which is unpredictable.

Lang Chen seemed apprehensive, and stepped back slightly, widening the distance between the two.

Lang Chen asked: "Which side are you from? Iron Rose or Blue Rose?"

Iron Rose and Blue Rose are both well-known poor labor unions in Yuemang City.

Hu Xun shook his head, and answered with a question:

"Miss Lang, please don't be suspicious. That's all I know about you."

"Would you mind giving me a chance to get to know you better?"

Lang Chen took a deep look at this bright and lively girl.

"What's your name?"

"Fox Xun."

Hu Xun answered loudly.She stuffed the small gun into Langchen's jacket, and took two steps back:

"See you later!"

The moment Hu Xun stepped into the Yuemang Building, the light rain under the blue sky suddenly rushed down.

She was covered in moisture, like a wet and cunning fox, scurrying into the human residential area.

"Miss Fox! Please wait a moment!"

The lady at the front desk of the building had a soft and pleasant voice, and stopped Hu Xun.

"Chairman Li asked me to tell you to go to the office of the head of the cleaning department."

Hu Xun rushed to the front desk with a smile, and walked quickly into the elevator.

In the deep elevator shaft, blue-purple light spots flickered, and countless intertwined steel cables were exposed outside, showing a hideous appearance.

On the red LCD screen, the numbers gradually jumped up——

176!

The elevator stopped, Hu Xun was familiar with the car, and went straight to the room at the left end of the 176th floor with his nylon bag.

Pushing open the door, Hu Xun jokingly smiled:

"Yo, the minister is here too."

On the gray single sofa in the center, Li Wenqing sat upright with a serious face.

But on the armrest on the right side of the sofa, Zhao Xi, the head of the cleaning department, was still sitting.

Although Zhao Xi and Li Wenqing are both in their thirties, they are not as rigid as Li Wenqing.

There is always a kind smile in her eyes, but many times they seem strangely empty.

At this moment, she was wearing the usual standard clothing, with a black lace skirt showing a little under the dark blue trench coat.

The golden breast buttons meander up to the last one in front of the neck, and the triangular bow tie puts an end to all bad ideas.

With a fastened belt, knee-length black high-heeled boots, and a very standard starburst officer attire.

Li Wenqing frowned, but his tone was a little casual;

"Minister, do you have to sit here with me?"

Zhao Xi raised his legs, twisted his waist and put his hands on Li Wenqing's shoulders.

"I'll just sit here. Come, Hu Xun, sit across from us."

These two people used to be like this, Hu Xun didn't know how many times they met.

Not surprised, she sat down directly opposite Li Wenqing.

Li Wenqing brushed away a strand of hair from his forehead.

"Hu Xun, how are you feeling recently?"

Hu Xun was unhappy.

Another damn psychological test!As a killer, she did not know how many times she had been tested in various forms, and the frequency made her want to vomit.

She sank deep into the sofa: "I'm in a good state recently, and the tasks are executed quickly and well, aren't I?"

Li Wenqing glanced at her and said with a half-smile:

"You shot and killed two people on Yuemang Avenue today, which makes us very worried about your state. Do you know who you offended?"

Hu Xun stood up vigorously:

"Those xx who are racing on the boulevard, they disturb the law and order of the city, damn it."

A sharp divine light shot out from her young brows and eyes, flashing past:

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

"This document," Li Wenqing picked up a brown paper bag and handed it to Hu Xun, "is your new task. After it is done, add five points."

"Who is so important?"

Hu Xun took it with great interest, and violently opened the seal of the bag as he walked.

Dozens of photos and a task list floated out and spread on the ground.

Hu Xun was stunned: "This is me and Langchen..."

The photo is quite fresh, it happened to be the photo of Lang Chen holding her from all angles today.

She grabbed the task list, and a few words floated into her eyes:

"Use any means to get close to her and win her over. If there is any change, kill her directly."

Hu Xun recited a sentence silently, and suddenly came back to his senses.

A slender figure reflected on the smooth ground was Liu Xixun.

"Fox Xun, let me help you!"

She walked over quickly, squatted down, and picked up things for Hu Xun.

"Huh? Isn't this that Langchen? Why do you have such intimate photos with her..."

"give me!"

Hu Xun snatched the photo, put it in a paper bag and sealed it.

Immediately she realized her abnormality and smiled:

"Is this called intimacy? It's just a simple hug. What do you think of Liu Xixun?"

Liu Xixun was choked and watched Hu Xun walk away quickly.

She couldn't help muttering to herself: "This is very intimate, just like President Li and my mother..."

Liu Xixun is a child adopted by Zhao Xi, who grew up in this Yuemang building.

This 17-year-old girl is ignorant and knows nothing in her mind except strength and mission.

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Cuckoo, I'm back!I must finish writing this time (bow)