"How many people? Where are they now?"
Yuan Baoer asked.
"One person, we, ah!"
With a scream, the security guard's voice abruptly cut off.
"Xiao Wang? Xiao Wang?"
Yuan Baoer called out twice, but there was no response from the other side.
"They really won't stop until I'm dead."
She gritted her teeth and said.
"Expected."
Liu Zheng was quite calm.
If they arranged two lines of attack to act simultaneously, they would naturally prepare a third line as a fail-safe.
Moreover, his personality was also the kind that would not rest until the aim was achieved, so he understood the opponent's mentality quite well.
"Hmph, I was careless before, but in my many years treadin' the jianghu, I, Yuan, ain't that easy to kill."
Yuan Baoer said this while pulling out two handguns from a drawer.
The two handguns were identical, with long and slender barrels and magazines, and the side of the barrel was engraved with the words "Model 14."
