Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Kang reacted for a second before realizing he had been fooled.

He stared coldly at Zhao: "Are you kidding me? ”

A Zhao stall, very sincere: “I didn't. When you asked me what organization I was in, I thought about it for a long time, and I only joined the Communist Youth League when I went to school. ”

Jiang Qiu: “...”

His eyes were cold and he didn't say much bullshit, so he attacked Zhao himself.

His hands were trained in the direction of the assassination, and there was no fancy posture, only a quick, harsh, accurate attack.

The trick is to do the harm.

Jiang Qiu is a very powerful killer.

Unfortunately, he was injured at the moment.

But unfortunately, his opponent is Zhao.

When Zhao wore lace gloves on the car, Kang's face was already very scary.

The white shirt inside his black tuxedo was already blood-soaked.

“Don't move.” Zhao sighed.

“You and I are not enemies. If you want to live, get in the car and come with me. ”

Jiang encouraged him to quietly, let go of the hand that grabbed Azhao's wrist, and silently boarded the car.

Anything can be compromised for as long as life remains.

It's his life code.

As a new driver with no driver's license, A Zhao was able to fly the car. At this time, there was no traffic police on the road. He ran all the way to the city. A Zhao only found a remote and unsupervised place to stop the car. She wore a black hat on her head and helped Jiang Qiang out of the car.

They walked a long way and A Zhao just called for a taxi.

Jiang Qiu is losing too much blood at this time and is starting to lose his standing.

Luckily, Azhao was so strong, he grabbed his arm and let people lean against him.

From the outsiders' point of view, this is an intimate couple.

The taxi driver looked at them with some hesitation.

Zhao explained: "My husband and I went to a costume party. He was drunk and we were going back. ”

A costume ball?

No wonder.

The driver let go of his guard and let the two of them get in the car.

By the time the two of them made the journey, it was 11: 00 p.m. when they arrived at Azhao's house.

Zhao turned on the light and placed the person on the sofa in the living room.

She took off the manners and wigs on her head and threw the gloves away again.

Jiang Qiu has been sitting quietly on the couch.

“Take off your clothes.” Zhao said.

Jiang Zhi looked up at her slowly and whispered: “I can't satisfy you right now. ”

Zhao: “...”

She grinned angrily and pushed her hand down his stomach.

Jiang encouraged her to snort.

Zhao sneered: “It seems your wounds are not too bad, and you have thoughts about these things. ”

Jiang Zheng slowly lifted his hand and took off his coat. The snow white shirt had been stained red with blood, and he looked shocked.

Zhao entered the room to bring the medicine box he bought yesterday.

She cut open Ginger's shirt and looked at the bullet wound to his abdomen.

“The bullet in the wound needs to be removed, I don't have any anesthetic here.” She said calmly.

Jiang Qiu closed his eyes slightly: “Why did you save me? ”

A Zhao glanced at him and whispered a panic: “You look a lot like one of my late men. ”

The late man?

Jiang Qiu stunned.

He doesn't remember anything before he was eighteen, so he can't judge the veracity of Zhao's words.

But this woman is not hostile to herself at the moment.

Confirming this, he closed his eyes with confidence, surrounded by great exhaustion and pain, and instantly fell into a coma.

But the next moment, intense pain awakened him from his coma.