After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

David grinningly took out a gun from his back and pointed it in Shen Yanhe's direction: "Let me just say, how could Dr. YM be easily persuaded by you, fortunately, I saved an extra hand."

"Dr. YM, offended."

After the words fell, David pulled the trigger on Shen Yanhe.

With a bang, the anesthesia bomb shot out in an instant, hitting Shen Yanhe's direction.

Shen Yanhe seemed to be petrified, and stood there in a daze, but her eyes were fixed on the man in the white coat.

When David thought he could hit Shen Yanhe with one shot.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

A bullet was shot diagonally from behind David, and precisely met the anesthesia bomb. When the two bullets collided, gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The expressions of David and the man in the white coat changed instantly, and they turned their heads suddenly: "Who?!"

The anesthesia gun in his hand was newly developed in the laboratory, and it fired bullets faster than other anesthesia guns.

But now it was intercepted halfway?

Didn't Dr. YM come alone?

Before David could find out who fired the gun, there was a crackling sound in his ears.

David's pupils shrank suddenly, he turned around suddenly and pulled the trigger at Shen Yanhe, but he was punched hard by Shen Yanhe who came to him at some time.

David screamed and staggered backwards.

Shen Yanhe took the opportunity to clasp his wrist and folded it down suddenly, and David let go of the anesthesia gun he was holding in pain.

The anesthesia gun fell from his hand, Shen Yanhe stretched out his long hand and held it at an extremely fast speed, raised it up and pointed at David's chest and squeezed the trigger neatly.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the tranquilizer gun hit David in the chest.

David's nose was bleeding, his face was full of disbelief, his body staggered backwards and fell down, falling into a coma.

All this happened so quickly that the man in the white coat next to David had no time to react, and Shen Yanhe raised the anesthesia gun in his hand and pointed it at him.

Shen Yanhe stared at him, suppressing the complex emotions of anger and grievance in his heart, tightly holding the anesthesia gun, and commanding him: "If you don't want to die, take off your mask!"

If it is said that the moment she first saw the man in the white coat, she only felt familiar.

Now meeting his pair of eyes similar to Shen Huai's, the guess in Shen Yanhe's heart is already close to 90.00%.

But what she didn't expect was that the moment she spoke, the man in the white coat leaned back extremely quickly, took out a pistol and pointed it between her eyebrows, and said the first sentence: "Don't move!" .”

His voice was low and hoarse, with a somewhat weird mechanical voice: "I have a real gun in my hand. If you don't want to die, just throw away the anesthesia gun in your hand and tell your people to move away, or I will shoot you!" !"

Shen Yanhe's breathing suddenly sank, and her eyes were red under the mask. She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the churning emotions in her heart, threw the anesthesia gun in her hand aside, and raised it at the man. hands.

When the man in the white coat saw how obedient she was, doubts flashed in his eyes. He approached her cautiously, and stretched out his hand into her pocket, trying to find out all the poison hidden in her body.

But at the moment when he was about to touch her pocket, Shen Yanhe called out two words in a low voice: "Shen Zhong."

Her voice was very low, but it reached the man in the white coat accurately.

No, in Shen Zhong's ears.

Shen Zhong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head to examine Shen Yanhe: "You, why do you know..." Know my name?

Before he could finish his words, Shen Yanhe, who seemed to have softened, suddenly jumped up, raised his fist and slammed it straight at Shen Zhong's face.

Shen Zhong raised his hand subconsciously and wanted to shoot, but he was concerned about the name she just called out and crossed his hands in front of him to block.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yanhe's hand suddenly changed its direction.

She grabbed Shen Zhong's mask and pulled it down suddenly.

The mask fell off, revealing his true face.

It was a face that Shen Yanhe hated to the bone.

She hates him!

Hate why he disappeared on the day of mom's accident.

I hate why he wasn't there when Shen Huai was sick and vomited blood and needed his father so much.

He hated him for trusting third uncle too much, making her suffer so much for Shen Huai's medical expenses.

I hate why he hasn't shown up for so many years.

The anger, sourness, and grievances in her chest kept impacting Shen Yanhe's brain. She held the mask tightly, her chest heaved violently, and she gritted her teeth, "Shen, Zhong!"

Shen Zhong raised his head and frowned at Shen Yanhe: "You know me? Who are you?"

Shen Yanhe didn't speak, but clenched his fist and threw it at his face again.

She shot again and again, and Shen Zhong felt angry. He met Shen Yanhe with clenched fists, and fought her together.

The two of them didn't hold back their hands at all, they almost punched the flesh, and the sound of fists hitting the flesh resounded in the air.

But how can Shen Zhong's skill compare with Shen Yanhe?

Shen Yanhe was in the underground boxing arena when he was a child, and his actual combat was more abundant than that of Shen Zhong who spent time in the laboratory. He was almost unilaterally suppressed and beaten by her.

When Shen Yanhe pressed Shen Zhong to the ground, Shen Zhong couldn't take it anymore, he touched the gun in a frenzy, and pressed it against her eyebrows, with blood on the corner of his mouth: "Enough!"

Shen Yanhe grabbed Shen Zhong's collar and pressed against him. The gun in Shen Zhong's hand was pressed against her. He looked straight into her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Who am I, take off the mask and have a look, don't you know?" Shen Yanhe sneered, still tightly clutching his collar.

Shen Zhong didn't move, just stared at her eyes that were becoming more and more familiar to him, and an extremely absurd guess suddenly rose in his heart.

This guess made his eyelids tremble, his hand holding the gun trembled, and his thumb that was originally on the trigger moved away instantly.

His actions were seen by Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe couldn't help laughing, with anger and sadness in the laughter: "You don't dare? Shen Zhong, you don't dare?"

"You dare not, I will help you!"

Shen Yanhe raised her free hand and pushed the mask on her face.

The beautiful and delicate face hidden under the mask was revealed.

There was a bit of water in her cat pupils, and more of an extreme chill: "How is it? Do you recognize me now?"

Shen Zhong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the gun trembled even more, but the expression on his face remained calm.

He was silent for a few seconds before looking at Shen Yanhe and saying hoarsely: "I don't know you."

His words fell directly on Shen Yanhe's heart, making her chest tight.

Shen Zhong's trembling hands gradually calmed down. He pressed against Shen Yanhe's eyebrows, pushed her away from him, and stretched out his hand to pull off the mask she had lifted, so as to avoid being seen by the immortal organization. He said in a hoarse voice, "Let us go, I promise they won't bother you again."

After giving Shen Zhong a hammer blow just now, the boiling emotions in Shen Yanhe's mind have gradually cooled down.

She raised her head and looked at Shen Zhong.

Shen Zhong looked at her calmly, and repeated: "Let us go."

Shen Yanhe closed her eyes and tried to calm down. She took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll let you go."