Chapter 117 Should be an old acquaintance?

When Brother Hu said this, not only Wang Xiao, but even Meng Zhiyi himself was secretly surprised for a moment.

Sure enough, this person knew 'her'.

So what exactly is my identity?

Is it the me who once entered this small world to complete the mission, or is it... the original her.

"Do you know me?" Meng Zhiyi asked, looking at Brother Hu with a smile.

Perhaps because he was shocked by the fact that she was still alive, Brother Hu was unable to come to his senses for a moment, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth and said, "This eye of mine is given by you. I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes!"

"Oh..." Meng Zhiyi's voice rose at the end: "So that's how it is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Hu suddenly woke up.

He quickly took a few steps back and looked Meng Zhiyi up and down with a sharp gaze.

"No...you are not her."

"No one could have survived that explosion. You couldn't have been her."

Brother Hu muttered to himself, then his face turned grim: "But you have the same eyes as hers!"

"Kill her!"

No one knows how much shadow the person who caused him to lose an eye has cast on him.

Even though she died, the fear that was deeply embedded in his bones still followed him like a shadow.

Even after so many years, Brother Hu couldn't help feeling scared when he saw someone who looked like her.

So, even if she is not that person, she must not be allowed to live!

Wang Xiao immediately raised his guard after hearing this order. The tattooed man standing next to him saw that he did not move and immediately said in a dissatisfied tone: "What are you doing standing there? Didn't you hear what Brother Hu said?"

Wang Xiao didn't say anything, but waited for Meng Zhiyi's reaction.

Meng Zhiyi stared at Brother Hu, the smile on the corner of his lips growing bigger and bigger.

Meeting her gaze, Brother Hu felt more and more uneasy.

Without waiting for his men to take action, he threw away the firewood in his hand and quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

But Meng Zhiyi was faster than him.

Before he could load the gun, the man appeared in front of him and snatched the gun from his hand.

Her movements were so fast that even Wang Xiao, who had been on the battlefield, was surprised by Meng Zhiyi's skills.

Of course, he reacted quickly, turned around and hit the tattooed man on the chin, knocking him unconscious.

Meng Zhiyi quickly loaded the gun and pointed at Brother Hu's head: "My hands are shaking. If you don't want to die, just squat down."

"And you, if you don't want to blow his head off, just throw away your weapons."

Wang Xiao now locked the tattooed man's neck and looked at the other people vigilantly.

In addition to Brother Hu's men, the male and female internet celebrity bloggers were so scared that they squatted on the spot.

The remaining few people also pulled out half-meter-long machetes and stared at them eagerly.

Seeing that they did not follow his request, Meng Zhiyi did not hesitate. He slightly tilted the muzzle of the gun and fired a shot.

The sound of the gunshot shattered Brother Hu's eardrum, and a trickle of blood flowed out.

He yelled in pain, covering his ears, "Just do what she says!"

Few people expected that Meng Zhi would actually shoot, and the same was true for Wang Xiao.

They were so scared that they dropped their machetes and squatted down.

This shot not only alarmed Shen Que outside the house, but also the police not far away.

The police who were transferring the hostages thought that a gunfight had already started and immediately dispatched some people to that side.

The moment Shen Que heard the gunshot, he rushed in without thinking.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Meng Zhiyi was fine.

He quickly glanced at the situation in the main room, and then cooperated with Wang Xiao to control the other people to the corner of the wall.

As for Brother Hu, the fact that Meng Zhiyi could take action personally against him showed that he was useful to her.

Therefore, before the police arrived, Shen Que asked her to get the clues she wanted as soon as possible.

Brother Hu was forced by Meng Zhiyi to go to the next door. He wanted to find a chance to escape, but when he thought that this woman would really shoot him, he had to give up the idea.

As soon as he entered the house, Meng Zhiyi kicked the man to the ground.

Brother Hu fell flat on his face and sat on the ground rubbing his knees.

Meng Zhiyi played with his pistol and looked at him coldly: "Tell me, how did you become blind?"

Brother Hu looked up at him, muttering to himself.

At this moment, he could no longer tell whether the person in front of him was that person.

Even though their looks are different, their behavior, especially their eyes, are like they were carved from the same mold.

"My patience is limited. You have to know that even if I shot you right now, I would only consider it as an emergency measure."

Brother Hu shuddered all over. He did not dare to doubt Meng Zhiyi's words. After all, he could not hear any sound in his right ear at this moment.

"He was blinded by a steel needle." Brother Hu answered with some anger.

Meng Zhiyi raised her eyebrows and chuckled in her heart.

Use a steel needle...

It's really kind of her style.

"Why?" Meng Zhiyi asked again.

She wanted to know with what identity her previous self had appeared in this world.

This time, Brother Hu did not answer immediately, but looked at her in confusion.

"Huh?" Meng Zhiyi lost his patience and stopped turning the pistol.

Brother Hu was shocked and said quickly, "Because the anti-terrorist forces surrounded us, she was one of them."

"However, an explosion occurred during that encirclement and suppression mission, and the entire anti-terrorist force suffered heavy casualties."

"I later heard that she died in the explosion and her body was not found."

It was for this reason that Brother Hu was certain that the Meng Zhiyi in front of him could not be the person who had frightened their entire organization.

Meng Zhiyi listened silently, and suddenly the strange dream she had before came to her mind.

A huge heat wave, isn't that what happens during an explosion?

The information that could be obtained from Brother Hu was limited. After Meng Zhi finished his questioning, he knocked the man unconscious without saying a word.

Then, she searched for Brother Hu's cell phone and quickly wrote down the useful information in it.

At this time, there were chaotic footsteps coming from outside.

The police arrived.

Meng Zhiyi had achieved his goal, so he handed Brother Hu over to the police, including the gun he had snatched from him.

After the people in the main room were controlled by the police, Meng Zhiyi asked about Lin Luoluo's situation.

"There are too many hostages and they have all been relocated. You won't know whether the person you are looking for is there until you return," the team leader replied.

"Okay." Meng Zhiyi nodded, then put his hands in his pockets and walked out.

Shen Que left Wang Xiao to cooperate with the police investigation and caught up with her himself.

It was already late at night when they returned to the camping site. Meng Zhizhou was getting a little anxious waiting here, walking back and forth outside the tent alone.

"Boss, you're back!" Bai Xiao said, pointing at Meng Zhiyi and the others who were walking towards them from a distance.

Meng Zhizhou quickly stepped forward, took Meng Zhiyi by the hand and began to check: "Are you injured?"

Meng Zhiyi frowned a little uncomfortably, then said perfunctorily: "I won't die anyway."

Meng Zhizhou: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't keep talking about death. It's unlucky."

Meng Zhiyi looked at him with amusement: "Brother, why are you becoming superstitious?"

"This is not a question of superstition or not. It's that as your elder brother, I am worried about you."

If the real owner or former colleague heard this, they might be happy.

But Meng Zhiyi is not them, these people are just tasks for her.

She had never had any illusions about them from the beginning.

On the contrary, she felt a little ironic when she heard this.

She curled her lips and said sarcastically, "Should I be grateful or celebrate with wine?"