"Don’t force !" Wen Qiao was almost collapsing, "Don’t co any closer!"
Cesar stepped forward, until the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his abdon.
"Are you going to kill ?" He looked at her hatefully, "Do you have the guts now? Dare to have murderous intent against ?"
"Don’t co any closer!"
"Bang!"
Wen Qiao’s uncontrolled voice and the gunshot rang out simultaneously.
She only felt the person in front of her stiffen, those blue eyes tinged with a red hue, staring at her intently.
Wen Qiao’s mouth was slightly open, not knowing what she had just done.
Her mind seed to have paused.
Warm liquid continuously flowed onto her hands, and when she looked down, her hands were covered in blood.
Did she shoot?!
Did she really shoot him??
When she looked up again, she was sure she would die imdiately here.
What to do, if she died now, would Ji Shaoyang still be blown up by him?
Cesar stared at her for a long mont, then slowly lowered his head.
The furious anger just now was extinguished in an instant by this gunshot.
"I... I don’t know..."
"Sir!!"
Outside the warehouse, soone imdiately inquired, about to rush in.
Cesar’s body swayed slightly, supporting himself on the wall, shouted angrily again outside, "How many tis do I have to say get out? Don’t you understand?"
The people outside breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully, the one who was shot wasn’t Mr. Cesar.
"Why don’t you act!" Wen Qiao’s gun fell to the ground, "Why don’t you kill ?"
"Why don’t I kill you... I should have killed you long ago..."
He took a deep breath, covering his abdon with his hand.
A self-mocking smile suddenly appeared on his face as he leaned sideways against the wall, "How does it feel to kill with your own hands? Do you feel like you’re finally freed for life..."
"..." Wen Qiao couldn’t speak.
She had never killed anyone before, even when she brought a gun and just pointed it at him, she didn’t dare think about what she would do if she succeeded.
She didn’t even know how she pulled the trigger.
Suddenly, her throat was tightly strangled by a pair of hands.
Hands stained with blood, strangling her neck forcefully.
"Then how about we die together, how about that? You won’t escape this, not in this life..."
Wen Qiao didn’t resist at all; she had never been able to resist in front of this man.
Darkness slowly crept in, she didn’t struggle at all, closing her eyes.
But unexpectedly, the suffocating hands around her neck suddenly loosened.
Cesar looked at her deeply, her face on the brink of death made it impossible for him to continue.
"You..."
"Pick up the gun." He suddenly commanded coldly, "Pick it up now!"
Wen Qiao squatted down and complied imdiately.
"Listen to carefully, rember every word." His voice was low, his tense throat seed to bear a strong struggle, "The person who sent you is still nearby, right?"
Wen Qiao didn’t dare to answer.
"I’m calling Black Hawk in soon; if you still want to live, he must die." His breath was weak, "Ba He won’t touch you, but if they get on the boat and see I’m dead, everything is hard to say. Once you leave this ship, run imdiately. Run as fast... as fast as you can..."
Wen Qiao’s eyes widened, unable to believe what she heard.
Cesar, supporting himself on the wall, seed unable to hold on much longer.
Seeing the shock in her eyes, his struggle intensified, gritting his teeth angrily, "Did you morize it clearly?"
"Yes, yes, I rembered... but..." Wen Qiao felt like she was dreaming; she must be dreaming.
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