Hidden Assassin

“Ah--”

The sudden scream from Ahern's mouth, the dull grief, the tearing of his heart and lungs, caused Scar's heart to burst with joy. For four years, this was indeed the saddest and most delightful cry he had ever heard. But it was so easy to impress the others, and when he covered Ahern's mouth, he turned the gun back: “Freeze!” For Ahern, he didn't want to kill so soon, and what he wanted to impose was more than just a little pain.

However, ignoring the gun on his head, his eyes were as if Yahan, who had lost his focal length, had struggled fiercely, as if he were a mad leopard, his hands tore at all costs, scar his right hand hard, but his left hand slowly did not pull the trigger, at a certain moment, his hand suddenly ached, and his right hand, covered in Yahan's mouth, was actually bitten hard by her. Released from the control of the scar, Ahern quickly ran a few steps, kneeling in front of Ming's body crying, his hands and feet busily trying to block his bleeding chest.

“Jia Ming... stop joking, how is it possible... stop joking... wake up...”

“I do...”

Ahern struggled with everything unexpectedly. Scar shook his bleeding right hand, and the gun was still following Ahern. He approached her a few steps with hatred, against the back of her head: “Fuck you...”

“The farce is over. ”

With the sudden sound, one hand grabbed the part of the pistol's chamber without a sign, his heart shocked, he suddenly pulled the trigger, but with the movement of that hand, the shell of the gun had been directly erased, the inner core of the pistol, the spring and other components popped out. In his eyes, Jia Ming on the ground stood up directly and looked at him like a ghost, even with the fruit knife over his left hand.

“Don't be afraid...”

The bullet hit the left chest and stood up, removing the pistol before the trigger pulled... the first time he saw something like this, of course, was the last time. As he spoke faintly, Jia Ming waved his right hand smoothly. When the cold swept past, he tore his throat directly and the blood mist sprayed out.

“… there is only a little bit of pain. ”

The body leaned back two steps, leaning against the wall, making a pointless “ho...” sound in his throat, he was unable to speak or perceive any movement of his body, but in view, the figure, the world gradually moved away. That was the last thing he heard in the world.

Only a little bit of pain...

Also at this time, Ahern reacted, his face full of tears incredibly raised, looking to the family standing beside him, his voice still swallowed: “This... Jiaming... you...”

“Don't worry, I'm fine.” God smiled naturally, Jia Ming put down the dagger in his right hand, although it was impossible for him to carry a gun, but a dagger always had to be carried on him, “I deliberately let him shoot, the trajectory has been calculated... the bullet did not hit the center, as long as the doctor arrived in time, there would be no danger to his life, oh, such a gangster, usually pinching him won't be harder than pinching an ant, let him shoot more... cough, cough... it doesn't matter...”

His chest was still bleeding. Although his face was comfortable, the sudden cough still showed the fact that he had been injured. Ahan looked at him, hesitating for two seconds, and suddenly stood up: “I'll call a doctor!” but he got caught up in his hand: “Wait! ”

“Rest assured, nothing will happen for now, I don't want anyone to know that I killed him, so it's best because you missed... so we have some work to do and from now on listen to me.” With a smile, Jia Ming opened Yahan's bag, took out a handkerchief, and picked up the scattered parts of the pistol on the ground, clicked a few times to restore the status quo ante, then fired a shot at the wall next to it, shot out a bullet hole and put it back in Scar's hand.

“There's nothing wrong with killing people in self-defense. The police asked me a few questions at best. You saw me get hurt and then went a little crazy. You struggled, bit him, then took the dagger out of your body and stabbed him. The situation was confusing. He missed you. You're lucky... Understand? Take this dagger. It can't have my fingerprints. As for why you're wearing the dagger, of course you can break it. After all, we've all been kidnapped before, huh...”

Tears seemed to flow on his face as if the gate had been opened, Ahern stood there helplessly, watching Jia Ming reorganize the scene in an orderly manner, then took over the dagger and couldn't speak at all. Jiaming's chest, blood is still seeping out, and the fruit knife piercing the left palm is still stuck on it. As Jiaming's body flew out, the wound was torn more severely... After doing this, Jiaming covered the wound and walked to the side of the long couch.

“Then you held me on the couch... and now you can call someone. ”

As she cried, she reached out and wiped the tears from her face and turned around and ran out the door: "Somebody... help me - someone -”

An awesome cry came from outside the door, and for a moment, when she came in with a dagger, Jiaming was already lying on the couch. Ahern ran to him and knelt down. She had also learned first-aid, nursing and other things before, but at this time, her hands were shaking and she had no idea what to do. Jia Ming smiled: “Put the knife down first, relax... Oh, now you're crying like a pig's nose. ”

“Are you... are you kidding me?” Probably this pig's nose made her a little sober, Ahern suddenly cried, put down the knife, reached down to hold his chest, tears couldn't resist pouring out: “Why did you let him shoot me, I'd rather I... do you know that I almost thought you were dead, I almost thought you were dead...”

“I can see the trajectory of his shooting, which may be hard to believe, but I manipulated the shooting to make him less alert, which is the easiest and most straightforward way. ”

“If it were not for me...”

“none of your business.” I interrupted Ahern's cry, and my eyes turned to the ceiling, "It was my choice...”

So to be a good killer, a warrior must be heartless, no love, no family, nothing is the ideal state. If, in normal times, ten or a hundred scars are difficult to hurt him in any way, however, if only a concerned friend is held hostage, he may exchange blood and life for life. Therefore, Yuan Lai Dynasty Chuang never dared to express his feelings in any way, so he became the king of assassins and almost the most cowardly person in the world. The road was your choice, but now that you've chosen it, there's nothing to complain about.

Fortunately, this time, if a professional killer had the opportunity, things could not have been resolved so easily and simply, he would have opted for a more circumventing and effective approach, but the hostage could have suffered some harm, something that he would never have wanted to happen.

Outside the door, the voice gradually came, Jia Ming slowly closed his eyes: “Someone will be here soon, I have to faint for a while, Ahan you...”

“Don't faint!” Ahern cried suddenly, “You can't sleep, you can't close your eyes, hey...”

“Please, I just fainted. It's okay to hold on so hard, but I'm tired of losing so much blood. I just fainted, it's okay...”

“Hey, don't sleep, don't sleep, if you have slept... don't sleep, please don't sleep...” Ahern cried out loudly, clapping his hands on Jiaming's cheek, patting him with blood.

“Please, it's not a movie. Syncope is the automatic regulation of human function...” Jiaming opened his eyes painfully.

Ahem wailed.

“Don't cry... I'm afraid of you, I won't faint...” I turned my eyes twice and whispered helplessly, “You're much scarier than that guy...” I thought there would be two horrible guys coming soon, Jia Ming had a headache, peace and sand... I can't talk to Ahan about peace and sand, ah... my head hurts...

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Ling Chen, hospital.

Sitting with his head on the bench in the aisle at the door of the operating room, Ahan's emotions were chaotic. At this time, the aisle was also crowded with people. Father and mother came, private guards of the house came, police came, Huang's butler came, Oriental Mandy and Oriental Road followed, Liu Zheng also came, along with a large number of Sandbamboo Group elites, Father said to the police that it must be thoroughly checked down. The group of Sandbamboo Group said in front of the police that they were going to destroy Huawei's family size, because yesterday Jia Ming and Huawei tied up the beam, and stayed until Liu Zheng's face shouted silently, the boiling emotional formula calmed down a little, and some long, directorial figures arrived, so as to persuade Liu Zheng, saying that before things were clarified, let him not act rashly.

Soothing and sand came naturally, and the two were even wearing pajamas. As they arrived, they dropped one of their sober slippers, as they sat silently weeping, wearing their adult coats and waiting for the results of the surgery. Oriental Road had taken off her coat and put it on her when she saw the calm. However, when she saw him, she had always been polite and quiet and threw the coat on the ground and continued to sit and wipe tears. At this time, she was wearing a shirt from one of Liu Zheng's men.

According to the police station, the scar escaped from prison a short time ago, but after a check by Liu Zheng's intelligence system, another message was passed on, and Huawei's number one employee was the one who helped him after the scar escaped. At one point, the situation seemed clear. Although Liu Zheng had not spoken, he had obviously begun to plan a war with the Sanqing Group. There seemed to be some irregularities on the part of the police station, because even Zhang Jingan leaned over in a gloomy way and spoke to Liu Zheng and some people in the police station. This matter almost hurt Ahan. Zhang family must also be involved in pursuing the matter. Xiao Ma was yelling at people and affirming to everyone that the matter was endless.

Ahern sat there groaning from time to time.

Around 3: 00 a.m., the door of the operating room finally opened. As the chief of surgery and wounds, Zhan Jingxian led out and ran up quietly crying: “Are you okay, Jiaming is okay...”

“All right, rest assured, Jiaming's luck is good, the bullet fired from the side of his heart, and if he leans another centimeter or two, I'm afraid the consequences will be unexpected. Now that the surgery is done, Jia Ming needs to rest, he can't talk to everyone right now. Everyone, wait till tomorrow to visit the doctor. If you want to go in today, I think... Sha Sha, just go in, quiet, hey, quiet...”

According to Ye Mama, since Sha Sha is the girlfriend of the family, she is naturally the most suitable person to go in, but after Sha Sha, she also ran in with one foot naked. She laughed helplessly and then closed the door.

Since a group of adults have determined that Jia Ming is okay, they are not very interested in visiting the disease. Liu Zheng and others are probably already planning to kill him. Zhang Jingan and Zhang collaborated with him. It must be a part of the effort to deal with Sanqing Group. The policemen gathered to discuss the countermeasures with anguish. In the crowd, Ahern stood up and looked at the door with tears and a reassuring smile on his face.

He's fine, but... at home, she rushed in to rescue her, got shot, relieved the danger, sent to the hospital for so long, she thought about everything she could do for her, no matter how bad she was, no matter how dignified she was, she wanted to be with him, thank him, repay him, like all the heroes on the book and on TV after saving the beauty, however... quiet and sand, they came, they were crying...

They went in, through that door, they were with Jiaming, and she stood outside the door, nobody thought to let her see it, nobody thought she was qualified, he was theirs all the time, he was not hers...

Xiao Ma walked over and held her shoulder and said comforting words. Ye Mama also walked over and comforted her with a smile. By the way, Duan Jingxian was also her master and mother. Dongwan also came to say something. Then the elites of the Sandchu Group left. I don't know how long later, Father came to pat her on the shoulder and said it was too late. Let's go back, you can come see him tomorrow. She stood up and finally glanced at the door and left with her father.

Yeah, it's getting late, I should go back, the peace and the sand can accompany you, and I can only come and see you tomorrow with generosity and good words, like a good friend.

He's all right, this is good...

Finally, she wants to.