His clothes rustled in the wind, and there seemed to be something in his bulging pockets.
Jiang Ye would never let Claire get close to his car or his Yueyue.
The reason why he walked forward as soon as he got out of the car was because he had calculated before getting out that he would be dragged about several dozen meters away from the car.
At this distance, even if he had a backup plan, Pei Xingyue would not be affected, and it was within the range of the pistol.
And as luck would have it, there was a crooked tree hanging on the cliff at that location.
A crooked tree that was about to collapse after experiencing wind, frost, rain and snow, and they were planning to find time to have someone tow it away.
If an accident really happens, I wonder if his Yueyue will understand his intentions.
He didn't have time to think about it because Claire had already rushed to this position and the two of them soon started wrestling with each other.
Pei Xingyue hid the pistol in his right sleeve, opened the car door, and used the cover of the door to observe the fight between the two people.
She had never fired a gun outside of a shooting range, but she usually hit the 10-ring mark at the shooting range, so she shouldn't miss.
Her hand holding the gun had turned cold from nervousness.
Jiang Ye gave her the weapon, along with his life.
He trusted her so much, she had to make sure he escaped unscathed from this scheme.
She carefully observed the terrain, trying to find something that could help Jiang Ye, until her eyes fell on the crooked tree.
The three people have different thoughts, and they are all betting their lives on this game full of calculations and being calculated, to see who will be the final winner.
On the empty mountain top, only the cold wind continued to blow without stopping.
The crooked tree, with its remaining dead leaves rustling in the cold wind.
It's like a hymn composed of sad wails.
A hymn to the victors.
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