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Xiao Wen left the clinic and took a taxi directly to Chen Jia Village.

She announced at the door that she wanted to see Wang Ya.

The bodyguard let her through and she walked into the manor.

Wang Ya had come out to welcome him.

Seeing that Xiao Wen's complexion was good, she heaved a sigh of relief.

These few days, she had been very worried about Xiao Wen, but it wasn't good for her to visit her.

Now that he saw her looking for him in such a lively manner, he was very happy for her.

Xiao Wen smiled faintly at Wang Ya. Rather than a smile, 80% of her expression was one of disdain.

Wang Ya also discovered that something was wrong with her, but felt that she might not have fully recovered from her illness.

Therefore, he said, "Don't just stand outside. The wind is strong here, come to my room!"

Xiao Wen's hand touched her waist, but the gun was still there.

She felt a surge of relief. As long as the gun was there, she could avenge her mother.

Wang Ya ordered the servants to bring some snacks to her room.

Wang Ya asked her what she wanted to eat. Xiao Wen replied perfunctorily, "Anything is fine."

As Wang Ya walked towards her room, she asked, "How is Wu Dong doing recently?"

She exposed her back to Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen followed behind her, one hand already touching the handle of her gun.

She looked to her left and right. Bodyguards were standing in the garden and along the road.

In fact, if Wang Ya hadn't personally come out to greet her, her body would have definitely been searched before she could enter.

There was no chance for him to fight outside.

Xiao Wen mouthed silently, cursing her behind Wang Ya's back: Bitch!

Slut!

Wang Ya couldn't hear her reply. She turned around and curiously asked, "Why aren't you talking? Are you not feeling well?"

Xiao Wen quickly withdrew his hand from his back. "Ah …" I am a little uncomfortable and my head is a little dizzy. "

Wang Ya walked to her side and touched her forehead, supporting her as she continued, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't run around."

With Wang Ya's help, the two of them walked into the room.

Xiao Wen became even more nervous. She had already made up her mind before she came here. She would kill Wang Ya with one shot, then she would turn around and run.

If anyone came after her, she would shoot.

She counted a dozen or so bullets. She should be able to escape the Chen family's garden.

What she didn't know was that the security had increased by more than one level since the Chen manor had been robbed by Wang Ya.

The bodyguards in the yard all had guns at their waists.

Inside the bunker, there was an operational team equipped with anti-terrorist equipment.

Their armed forces were sufficient to deal with the small band of bandits.

The two of them walked into Wang Ya's room. Wang Ya let Xiao Wen sit in her room. Then, she stood at the door and took the plate of fruit from the servant before placing the dessert in front of Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen's hands were covered in sweat. She once again reached into the back of her waist, but the door was still wide open, so she didn't dare to make a move now.

The servant brought other snacks to Wang Ya's room. Wang Ya took them all and personally brought them to Xiao Wen.

She felt guilty towards Xiao Wen, so she could only try her best to be nice to her when it was within her capabilities.

Xiao Wen could not wait any longer. She looked at Wang Ya and scolded her several hundred times in her heart, "Why didn't you have such good intentions when you killed my mother?"

A fake good person!

Liar!

Wang Ya closed the door. The wooden door banged softly, as if giving an order. Xiao Wen slowly pulled out her pistol. Come out.

"Wu Dong is a man, it's not convenient for you to stay with him."

Wang Ya stood up and turned around. She took out some pastries that she had hidden in her cupboard.

These were mailed from Newport by his family.

His little sister, Wang Manli, kept shouting and wanted to come to Shanghai as well.

Wu Dong's original phone had been lost while saving Xiao Wen, other than her and Old Man Wu, the rest could only wait for him to contact them, not him.

Wang Manli was anxious for a few days, but it seemed like she had stopped.

Speaking of which, Manli's personality was quite similar to Xiao Wen's.

Wang Ya subconsciously sighed. She treated Xiao Wen as her little sister, even though she had done many things that were unfair to Xiao Wen.

Little Wen had no way of knowing what Wang Ya was thinking.

However, when Wang Ya left her back for her, Xiao Wen stood up, took out her gun and pointed it at Wang Ya's head.

Wang Ya turned around with a snack in her hand and saw Xiao Wen pointing a gun at her.

Xiao Wen's eyes flickered. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "You were the one who killed my mother, right? Why? Why did you kill my mother? "

Wang Ya didn't know where she found out that she had killed her mother.

But facing the muzzle of Xiao Wen's gun, she actually became calm.

She set the dessert aside. "Yes, I killed your mother."

Xiao Wen didn't expect her to admit it so readily. Her hands were still shaking just a moment ago, but now they were exceptionally stable.

Her eyes seemed to spit fire. "You liar!"

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

The two of them were very close, the muzzle of their guns spewed out a stream of flame and a bullet shot towards the center of Wang Ya's brows.

There were tears on Xiao Wen's face, but her expression was cold. There was neither fear nor panic.

Wang Ya did not dodge or even look surprised.

She understood Xiao Wen. She was a girl who clearly loved and hated her. She would always remember her kindness in her heart, and she would never forget her bad side.

However, when she came here to seek revenge, Wang Ya purposefully angered her.

Wang Ya understood that hatred was the only thing that mattered to her. Revenge was the only mission she could take.

If he didn't let her vent her anger, she would only become more and more dangerous and sinister.

Therefore, she bluntly admitted to the crime, and then stood in front of her gun, not dodging at all.

The warhead shot out from the muzzle, spinning at high speed to propel the airflow. Within a few seconds, a cyclone created by the airflow behind the warhead could be seen.

The bullet went straight for Wang Ya's head.

If this shot was accurate, a big hole would have been blasted out on the back of Wang Ya's head, and her blood would have been splattered all over her brain.

At the time of the funeral, the mortician had to put cotton wool in her empty skull to prevent her features from collapsing and turning into a horrible corpse with sunken eyes.

This was death, and this was red. Naked and ugly.

In the instant that they shot, the suppressed voice in Xiao Wen's heart was finally released: "Was it really Sister Wang Ya that killed my mother?"

Why didn't I listen to her explanation?

She was cold on the surface, but I could tell she was a good person.

Did I really want her dead?

The human brain is a machine that runs at high speed and may change a thought in a second.

These thoughts will not be noticed at all, but they do happen, and they affect your ability to unravel them.

Halfway through the bullet, Wang Ya suddenly tilted her head and barely dodged the bullet.

She was a gun expert and had been secretly practicing shooting for years.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to close the gap between her and Chen Ming in a short period of time.

However, this was just a thought she had a few years ago.

She gradually discovered that sometimes, technology might not be useful in front of these cultivators.

The third level of mental state allowed one to instantly control the direction of the bullets without being able to do anything.

Superstition science, like superstition of ghosts and gods, is one-sided.

Even so, her years of knowledge on shooting had been deeply engraved in her mind.

Xiao Wen was less than two meters away from her when she fired. The time it took for the bullet to hit her wasn't more than one percent of a second.

The speed of the bullet was below the speed of sound, between two hundred and thirty to two hundred and fifty seconds.

The person pulled the trigger, and the speed of the needle hitting the shell was a fifth of a second.

If he was a novice, the firing speed would be even slower.