"Song Ling, you can go die now"
The arrogant man had barely finished his words when a gun appeared on his forehead. He turned around angrily and saw the staff member next to him pointing a gun at his head. He shouted, "Shift!"
Song Ling had lost too much blood, but his body was as strong as a wall of iron, and he would not allow himself to be weak or fall. He always had that firm belief in his heart.
He stood up with difficulty, and glanced at the arrogant man with a deep gaze. "There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'It's always good to be on guard against others.'"
For the first time, the arrogant man felt the sensation of a gun pointed at his forehead, and it was a truly annoying feeling.
His teeth creaked, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze. One hand clenched into a fist. The man suppressed his turbid breath and said coldly, "Song Ling, whose bullet are you trying to compare with?"
Under his gloomy and threatening gaze, Song Ling was not nervous at all. Instead, he pushed his micro-pistol directly with his bloody fingers.
Every word he said was cold and profound. "I forgot to tell you, there are no bullets in your gun. Don't do that kind of thing."
The arrogant man frowned in frustration, looked at his pistol in disbelief, and shot at Song Ling frantically, "Shift!"
Sure enough, there was no bullet in his pistol and he was hit hard!
When did this damn Chinese start playing these tricks?
Song Ling supported himself, his eyes flashing with a cold and dark light. He said in a deep voice, "Where are the confidential documents? Tell me!"
The arrogant person feels as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a dead fly. His mouth opens but he doesn't speak. He feels frustrated and even more reluctant to fulfill his promise.
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