Chapter 43

At this time, miyuning, with a gun in his hand, had already put the bullet into the man's body.

The man on the opposite side looked at the wound in front of Yue Hun in consternation.

The constant flow of blood red color, stung his eyes.

But what hurt him more was his heart.

Looking at the cold face of the woman opposite him, he started to laugh at himself.

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

The woman saw that his eyes were not shocked, her face was flustered, and her body even trembled.

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

"65271 is your number. I've known your identity for a long time, but I didn't make you hesitate after doing so many things. Now you still do it."

The man has known her identity for a long time, and even started smoking all the time.

He's going to settle everything and leave with the woman.

But in the end he lost the bet.

Just because he moved his heart.

The man's eyes are crying with a smile, looking at the woman affectionately, and finally slowly fall down.

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

She came quickly to the man.

See the man did not breath, but also with a smile, tears fall.

"Ah..."

She opened her mouth in a silent roar.

Now is in the men's camp, she dare not make a sound, dare not let people find.

The man always knew her identity.

Even just now, it was deliberately carried to her, just to give her a choice.

Thinking of her identity as a police inspector, her mission and her colleagues, she shot.

But the heart is so painful.

A woman holding a man's corpse is as lonely as a doll without soul.

How can she not know what men do.

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

He's already the one the domestic police ordered to stay.

Now as long as he dies, the remaining remaining remaining forces will be able to take over.

She has no choice.

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

The woman suddenly moved.

She threw the gun aside.

Pick up the phone, hands quickly according to the garbled, the information sent out.

After that, I felt like I was relieved of the burden.

Finally, she dialed a familiar number.

There was a woman's voice on the phone.

That's another undercover, another woman who loves a man.

"He's dead --"

When the woman finished, there was a sound coming from the phone, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Hearing the silence, the woman hung up.

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

The door is not far away. As long as she goes out, she will be free.

But she didn't leave.

She's waiting.

The woman finally got what she wanted.

The remaining power of men quickly received the news of the death of men.

They came to the villa and killed the woman.

The woman shot several times and fell beside the man.

She has no father and no mother. As a police inspector, she has fulfilled her responsibilities.

What she's doing now is her duty as a lover.

Many years of undercover career, already let her go back.

Women die, men die.

Finally, another woman came out.

She was the only one who survived and even rose.

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

Finally in the camera are two gray photos on the tombstone.