Chapter 1229： Blast your life

He had been surprised by the capacity of a little girl before, and she seemed to be weak.

It runs fast and lasting.

Then this boy was even more so, he could be far behind when he was injured and holding the little girl.

The man in the mask has strands of hair. All wet with sweat sticking to his forehead.

This also makes his appearance more terrifying.

The boy pushed the capacity and climbed out of the car window.

"Let her go..."

Having just fought, the boy knew that he was not the opponent of the killer in front of him.

He is still too young, and his physical strength and skills are not as good as the other's.

He could only barely support it before, but now he is still injured.

"I don't know who you are, but you should know who I am." The boy looked at the killer. "Your employer knows me very well. I promise you can get more if you let her go."

The killer was silent for two seconds, then suddenly raised his gun.

"Little Fourth Master," he moved his mask, he should be smiling, "I didn't tell you, you are on the death list for my next transaction."

As soon as his voice fell, the teenager had already pushed the capacity aside, pushed it straight up, and grabbed the gun in the killer's hand.

The volume volume heard the sound of gunfire filtered from the silencer.

She saw the blood on the boy's back doubled instantly.

"Little brother—" she screamed.

At the same time, the boy clung to the gun and killer's hand.

He turned his head and shouted at the volume: "Run! Measure! Run!"

"You are really not as good as a tenth of your father's." There is no light behind the killer's flat glasses. "In the beginning, your father could kill your mother in order to sit in that position. But you were willing to die for a hostage."

It is common for others to mention his mother like this, and the teenager will definitely fight him hard.

But now, he only looked at the direction of the volume, his eyes were red, his voice hoarse, "Run..."

After measuring his tears, he finally stopped hesitating and turned and plunged into the darkness.

"You are dead, and she can't run away. I have two bullets here, enough to kill a six-year-old girl." The killer smiled.

However, the next second, he suddenly stopped.

Because at this moment, the back of his head is against the muzzle of a black hole.

A completely strange woman's voice rang behind her: "I still have twenty bullets here, which can explode twenty dogs like you."

After this sentence was said, the woman behind him did not grind at all.

She hit the killer's throat with a punch.

Hands up and down, clean and neat.

The throat is the most vulnerable part of a person. The killer was shot in the trachea and almost died.

His knees weakened and he knelt to the ground.

Also brought to the ground by him was a young man who was seriously injured.

The killer did not live or die, but the boy still had a pair of big eyes open, looking at the woman who did not know whether he was a friend or an enemy.

The woman tilted her head and looked at the teenager for a moment: "You look like a rich man, but you're not sure...I'll go after it, after all, it's certain that the Rong family is rich."

As soon as she was about to run, the teenager grabbed her ankle.

Du Mengmeng was startled, lowered his head, and saw that the muzzle was pointed at him.

The boy had taken the gun from the killer and pointed it at Du Mengmeng: "Who are you?"

Even though he was so badly injured that he was about to faint, the hand he grabbed didn't tremble at all.

Du Mengmeng saw what the boy meant at a glance, and she was impatient: "I am her godmother, let go, I'm going to find her!"

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