Zhao Chengze grinned and said, "You want to know the answer unless you turn into a ghost--" At this point, he suddenly touched the gun in his arms. Fu Chenxue was prepared for a long time, stepped forward, stepped heavily on the back of his hand, and slashed all his fingers.

Zhao Chengze howled like a pig killing. Fu Chenxue ignored him, leaned over and took out his pistol, and threw it into the corner of the house. At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside, as if many people were surrounding here.

Zhao Chengze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter touched his body, his fingers connected to the heart, and his face almost deformed. "Fu Chenxue... You'd better see clearly. My people have firmly surrounded this building... Even if you become a bird, you can't escape... Damn, you dare to stomp my hand, I want to let you die without a burial place..."

Fu Chenxue said lightly: "There are many people who want me to die, and you are not qualified enough. I remind you that since I found this place, I will not let you go unless you tell me what you want to know. As for your subordinates, what can they do except waste a few bullets?" He said this, he didn't even look back and shot twice. Two screams came from the corridor outside, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. It was obvious that two policemen were injured and fell to the ground. Fu Chenxue said loudly: "You'd better retreat! Without my permission, those two people who leaned within ten meters of this office just now would be the end of the situation-"

There was a chaotic footsteps outside the door, and the police helped their injured companions up and retreated in a panic. Zhao Chengze's eyes were extremely frightened. It was not until this time that he realized what a terrible star he had messed with.

The change in Zhao Chengze's expression was naturally seen by Fu Chenxue. He said coldly: "Director Zhao, can we continue the conversation just now?"

Zhao Chengze looked at him and slowly uttered two words: "Don't think about it!"

"Are you sure?" Fu Chenxue smiled coldly, pulled a bullet out of the gun, clamped it with two fingers, and twisted the bullet out. Seeing this scene, Zhao Chengze's face was ashes, and the muscles on his face twitched sharply.

Fu Chenxue pulled out his saber and asked, "Director Zhao, do you want the last chance?"

Zhao Chengze trembled all over and gritted his teeth without saying a word. It was not that he didn't want to say it, but that once some things were said, they would not be able to survive, so he had to try his best to gamble.

A cold arc appeared on the corner of Fu Chenxue's mouth, and he stabbed Zhao Chengze's thigh with a backhand, and blood splashed. He immediately poured the ammunition on the blood hole. The fire flashed, and the gunpowder and blood burned violently. The room was immediately filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the smell of burning flesh. Zhao Chengze trembled violently, and a beast-like howl came out from his throat.

Fu Chenxue narrowed her eyes and said, "Director Zhao, if you are interested, let's play slowly. I promise you will never fall into a coma due to a lot of blood loss. Someone once set a record of 35 consecutive blows. I wonder if you can surpass this limit? To be honest, I really look forward to it..."
Chapter completed!