"Gudong..."

Aaron's Adam's apple shook and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Zhong Wenze, who was covered in blood in front of him:

"Zhong...Zhong Wenze!"

The whole person subconsciously took several steps back, hitting the body of the Chinese-shaped face, and staggering and falling to the ground.

"He...he..."

He pointed at Zhong Wenze with trembling fingers, looked up at his face: "How could he be..."

The national face didn't say anything at this moment, and just stared at Zhong Wenze in a daze, with a shocked look in his eyes.

as well as.

Slightly frightened.

How could this Zhong Wenze not die?

"Bang."

Only then did the national face wake up like a dream, and he touched the dot on the back with his right hand.

"Bang bang!"

Boreta in Zhong Wenze's hand spit out two flames, and loud gunshots echoed on the plains in the neutral place and could not dissipate for a long time.

Two blood holes exploded on the arm of the Guozi face, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down. The dot 38, which was just holding in his hand, fell to the ground.

Zhong Wenze got up and jumped out of the car, walked towards the two of them, and kept changing the magazines.

"Cake me?"

Zhong Wenze stopped in front of the national face and looked at him condescendingly, without any emotion in his tone: "Can you do it?"

A breeze blew.

The wind blew up Zhong Wenze's blood-stained bangs and swayed slightly with the wind.

His face was covered with sputtering blood beads at this moment.

The two sides in the narrow charge car fired against each other.

Zhong Wenze temporarily pulled himself as a human shield, and except for the abrasion of his arm, he had no other gunshot wounds on his body.

But it's on the body.

Half of the white shirt was stained red by the blood from the human shield, and it looked a little shocking.

"No... impossible!"

The face of Guozi was pale, covering her injured right hand, and cold sweat broke out from her forehead. She gritted her teeth and growled unwillingly:

"Before getting in the car, I searched your body. There was no gun on you, so where did your gun come from!"

He said as he shook his head, as if there were hundreds of thousands of whys: "What about your handcuffs, what about your handcuffs!"

At the end of the day.

He roared loudly: "Baste, a group of waste, no one can kill you, I'm your mother!"

The voice was filled with unwillingness and endless confusion.

"Handcuffs?"

Zhong Wenze snorted coldly and threw the handcuffs and keys in front of the Chinese-shaped face.

The very small key hit the road at this moment, and it seemed to make an extremely harsh sound, hitting the heart of the Chinese-character face.

Seeing the handcuffs and keys on the Chinese face, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Aaron.

The handcuffs were put on by Aaron for Zhong Wenze, and the key was in his hands.

Aaron was also unbelievable and quickly shook his head and denied: "It's not me, it's not me."

He said as he touched his clothes pocket, reached out to take it in a few times, but he only took it empty.

"Shitline!"

Zhong Wenze rolled his eyes, not mind explaining to them: "Why do you think I pulled you aside for no reason and wanted to give you a cigarette?"

"Why do you think I should cooperate so much with you and let you handcuff me?"

When Aaron heard this, he woke up as if he was dreaming.

It came to my mind.

When Zhong Wenzela came aside, her hand was placed on her body, and he should have taken away the key.

"This is impossible!"
Chapter completed!