Chapter 43

At this time, MI Youning, with a gun in his hand, has sent the sub bullet into the man's body.

The man opposite looked at the wound before Yue Hun in amazement.

The red color of the blood that kept flowing hurt his eyes.

But what hurt him more was his heart.

Looking at the cold face of the woman opposite, a self mocking smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

"I thought... I thought you wouldn't do it."

The woman saw that there was no shock in his eyes, his face was flustered, and his body even trembled.

Sure enough, the man's next words verified what she thought.

"65271 is your number. I have known your identity for a long time, but I have done so much without making you hesitate. Now you still do it."

The man already knew her identity and even began to smoke.

He plans to settle everything and leave with the woman.

But in the end he lost the bet.

Just because he moved his heart.

The man shouted with a smile in his eyes, looked at the woman affectionately, and finally fell slowly.

The blood red eyes and the man's fallen body finally moved the woman standing not far away.

She hurried to the man.

Seeing that the man had no breath, the corners of his mouth still smiled and tears fell.

"Ah..."

She opened her mouth and roared silently.

Now she is in the men's base camp. She doesn't dare to make a sound and let people find out.

The man always knew her identity.

Even just now, he deliberately brought his back to her just to give her a choice.

Thinking of her identity as a police inspector, the task she shouldered and the colleagues she sacrificed, she shot.

But the heart is so painful.

A woman holding a man's body is lonely all over, just like a doll without soul.

How could she not know what men do.

But she couldn't let the other party leave the country.

He was already the man ordered by the domestic police to stay.

Now, as soon as he dies, the remaining residual forces can be arrested.

She has no choice.

She shoulders the responsibility of the lives and blood of many colleagues for so many years.

The woman suddenly moved.

She threw the gun aside.

Pick up the phone, quickly press the random code with both hands, and send the information out.

After that, I seem to have taken off my burden.

At last she dialed a familiar number.

A woman's voice rang out on the phone.

That's another undercover, another woman who loves men.

"He's dead -"

After the woman said this, there was a noise on the phone, as if something fell to the ground.

Hearing that there was silence, the woman hung up.

She stood up and scanned the room where she had been with the man for some time, with a silent look.

The door was not far away. As long as she went out, she was free.

But she didn't leave.

She is waiting.

The woman finally waited for what she wanted.

The man's remaining power quickly received the news of the man's death.

They came to the villa and killed the woman.

The woman was shot several times and fell beside the man.

She has no father or mother. As a policeman, she has fulfilled her responsibility.

What she does now is the obligation of being a lover.

Years of undercover career has already made her unable to go back.

Women die, men die.

Finally, another woman came out.

She was the only one who survived and even rose step by step.

On this day, the woman bought two bouquets of flowers and went to the cemetery.

The last thing that appears in the camera is two gray photos on the tombstone.