Quick Wear: Report to the Host, You have been Attacked!

Unconsciously, two days passed.

In this week, Qingge not only earned up to 5,000 branch mission points, but also learned about the corruption and weaknesses of senior officials in various countries in this position through Xiaoyi billion.

In order to find a breakthrough, kill them.

Q: Why did Xiao Yiyi know that Xi Yan wanted to give these people information to cause her to war?

[Because the host is too despicable! Even threatened me with suicide! You know, if the host dies before completing the mission of the Lord God, it is really dead!

What should I do if the host dies? Say yes to make me the Lord of the Planes? The host is dead, I am still a fart plane god!

What can I do, I am also desperate! 】

At eight o'clock on the eighth day, Xi's cell phone rang.

In the dark, she felt the ringing cell phone and answered.

"White radish, I killed people." Although it is an unfamiliar number, you can know who the other party is by hearing this tone and title.

"Good job." For those who are obedient and obedient, Xi Yan will not praise her.

"In order to cause greater confusion, I will transport this body to the police station overnight, and they will find it in the morning."

Shen He's voice was always hoarse, but Xi Yan heard something different.

She frowned, "You're hurt."

Not interrogative sentences, but affirmative sentences.

"Oh." Shen He laughed lowly, uncontrollably, "but it's just a hole, I can handle it myself."

According to Shen He's abnormality, the holes in his mouth are definitely not the kind of needles.

"The corpse will be placed in his house first, and you will come over to me immediately."

"Yuehefengfeng kills the night, white radish, aren't you afraid I've chopped you now?" Shen He sighed lightly.

Xi Xie hung up the phone without thinking.

Shen He took the phone away from her ear and smiled helplessly.

He is kneeling in the middle of the living room of the mayor's villa.

He holds the phone in his right hand and covers his belly with his left hand.

A steady stream of blood flowed from his fingers.

Shen He closed his eyes and licked his dry, pale lips.

Then he looked at the man who was not far away in a pool of blood.

The man threw out a jet-black pistol.

Shen He did not expect that the mayor actually had a pistol.

Obviously, China's control of firearms has reached a state of despair.

He went wrong.

Having settled down, take a rest, Shen He struggled to get up from his knees, and turned on the central air conditioner to maintain the temperature of the living room so that the corpse would not rot.

Then he stumbled down the elevator to the garage and drove away.

At one o'clock in the morning, Shen He was half-lying on Xi's house's sofa, with her upper body exposed.

There was a first aid box on the coffee table, and there was a **** bullet in a white porcelain plate next to it.

Xi Biao straightly helped Shen He disinfect the wound.

"White radish, for your help, I won't chop you off today." Shen He's lips were very white.

Even though he was already so weak, he still talked stupidly.

So what he got was--

Xi Xun poked alcohol-soaked medical cotton into the wound hole in his abdomen.

"His-Sister Lotus, I was wrong."

Shen · Metamorphosis · Crane licking everyday √

"Why are you so stupid and why not buy a body armor."