The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

It turns out so.

Ouyang Shaochen nodded his head, looked around casually, and inadvertently saw a building beside the road. On the roof of the building, a bright reflective spot appeared. That was ... the mirror on the sniper rifle ...

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flicked, Shen said: "There is a killer ..."

The voice did not fall, only to hear a bang, a bullet came fiercely ...

Murong Xuexue narrowed his eyes, quickly pressed a button on the sports car, the roof of the convertible sports car jumped out of the brush, blocking the bullet close by: "When!" The bullet fell to the ground and became useless 'S cartridge case ...

Unable to hit, on the roof of the nearby building, dozens of people in black immediately flooded, carrying machine guns, towards Ouyang Shaochen, Murong Xue frantically fired: "Suddenly ..."

Countless bullets flew with a strong killing intention, hit the sports car, and made a fierce noise ...

"Dangdang Dangdang!" The fierce impact sounded, and Ouyang Shaochen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Their bullets can't penetrate this sports car."

"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded and proudly said: "My sports car is bulletproof." As the young master of the family, he must be assassinated, so every one of her cars is a customized bulletproof car, even if Killers can't wear AK47 ...

Ouyang Shaochen: "... modern technology is really advanced ..."

"Yeah." Guns, bullets are made, and bulletproof things are also made. Modern technology is indeed quite advanced, but: "My sports car has a function in addition to bulletproof. Understand? "

Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen with expectation.

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the rain-dropped bullet outside the sports car and nodded gently: "Okay."

"Then you are seated." Murong Xue said with a smile, gently pressed a button, and eight fist-sized holes suddenly appeared on the left and right sides of the sports car. Eight machine guns protruded from the hole toward the building. People in black fired crazy: "Suddenly ..."

People in black were caught off guard and swept by machine guns, planting tall buildings one by one ...

Ouyang Shaochen looked around, and the killer planted the tall building, almost half, and the remaining half was more or less injured. He looked down at the sports car, and there was a surprise in his eyes. Planting people, blocking bullets, installing machine guns, and shooting with the killers, the current technology is really amazing ...

The men in black who came to assassinate without any investigation beforehand were really stupid.

Glancing at the ground, the people in black with flesh and blood, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were faint: "Is that a death man?" Yesterday, the group of death killer trainees killed Xiao Xi and Mu Tianqi in the same way.

Murongxue held the steering wheel and looked carefully at the people in black who had died, shaking his head gently: "No, they should be Solomon."

"Why do you say that?" Ouyang Shaochen didn't see the Solomon logo on them.

"These men in black are tall, with deep blue eyes and extremely white skin. They are typical of North American white people." Solomon's people are such white people, and the god of death has absorbed killers from many countries. There are white people, yellow people, and black people. When sending large tasks, they often mix and match. It will not be just one kind of people like now.