The male god of quick time travel, don't trick me anymore

Chapter 162 Mr. Interpol's Little Wife (1)

I don’t even know how old I am, why was I sent to be a high school student again, a day student!
Although I have experienced such a world, looking at the curved mathematical figures in my hands is still a big headache.

Of course, this is not to say that she can't write, but that she really doesn't like it.

The original owner of this body is named Zhuang Yi. Her parents have been doing business abroad all year round, leaving her and herself alone in China.

Yes, that's right, a 16-year-old high school freshman girl was left to live alone, because her parents believed that taking care of themselves was a must-have skill for their daughters, and they didn't have to worry about food and clothing. There will be a large amount of money in Yue Zhuangyi's account.

After struggling to finish the math homework that might be assigned tomorrow, Zhuang Yi picked up her small schoolbag and left.

"boom!"

shot?No way, so arrogant!
Zhuang Yi just complained like this in his heart, but the next second he was in tragedy.

"Don't come over. If you dare to take a step forward, she will die."

Zhuang Yi:
Don't blame her!

She never thought it would be her turn in this kind of legal society, and hostages, okay?

Even if she heard the footsteps running this way, she just wanted to avoid it and had no intention of getting involved in these things. She was just an ordinary high school voice now, and she didn't want to attract the attention of certain departments.

Zhuang Yi felt liquid flowing down her neck.

She had no choice but to remain motionless.

Soon, a group of people rushed down from several cars, and immediately aimed their guns at this side.

"Don't move!"

It looks like he's in plainclothes!

However, Zhuang Yi always felt that the three words they yelled were kind of inexplicably stupid.

She moved the corner of her mouth slightly, and the gangster who was still restraining her neck couldn't see it, but this movement was seen by many policemen on the opposite side.

I couldn't help but feel relieved. This little girl was quite calm, which would make their work less difficult.

However, there is also a deeper doubt in my heart, how can I get such courage to be so big?

Yes, in their eyes, this is called courage.

They thought it was Zhuang Yi signaling that she was fine!
"Prepare me a plane ticket to the United States, no, it's two, and I'll let her go when she leaves the country."

The gangster ordered the criminal policeman in front of him fiercely.

A voice immediately said: "That's impossible, there was no reason for us to take the initiative to let the prisoner go!"

"you"

He was a little anxious, but he still suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and sneered.

"I'm telling you, from now on, if you don't bring me what I want within 10 minutes, I will cut off one of her fingers."

As he said that, the knife in his hand cut his neck again.

The eyes became more fierce.

"Quick! Get someone to buy it!"

"But, Captain"

"Go first! The hostages are important!"

"Yes!"

Time passed slowly, and the sound of the minute hand of the clock on the wrist seemed to be amplified countless times, ticking on the hearts of the onlookers and the various detectives.

For the gangster, every second is like a century. Wherever the voice is a little louder, he will mobilize his whole body and mind to look over it, pondering for a long time, but the hand that controls Zhuang Yi has not relaxed at all.

As for the criminal police, they just wish that this time would pass slower and slower.

Everyone's minds were tightly focused on the little girl in front of them.

(End of this chapter)