The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

The moment the grocery store door was kicked open, gunshots were heard downstairs.

But for Jiang Ruoli, who had been protected under the red flag since childhood, she subconsciously thought that fireworks were being set off somewhere.

Even when she was studying abroad, maybe she was lucky, but she only saw shootings in the news during those years and never experienced one herself.

The same little French girl screamed and shouted out of control: "It's a gun, Mom!"

The guests and the shop owner downstairs had already been in chaos, screaming and crying. Soon, another gunshot was heard.

Daming's voice rang out.

"Madam, it's okay. Take Miss Shen to the second floor for a while. I'll take care of it."

Jiang Ruoli and the others were currently in the middle area of ​​the stairs, and they could see part of the scene on the first floor by looking down.

She saw a man's leg, bleeding.

His fingers instantly clasped the escalator.

"Daming, are you hurt?"

Daming put the gun in his hand behind his back, kicked the curly-haired man lying on the ground, looked up at the stairs, the fierceness in his eyes still not subsided.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'm just a small fry with no skills. Please go upstairs first."

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"Okay, please be safe."

Jiang Ruoli knew that Daming didn't want her to see the scene downstairs. In this situation, she turned around very obediently and helped Shen Zhiyan walk upstairs.

"Baby, come upstairs with me, will you?"

The little girl was squatting on the stairs, biting her lips tightly, with a shapeless crepe in her hand.

When she heard Jiang Ruoli's voice, she raised her head, her large light-colored eyes filled with tears of fear.

"It's a gun! I want my mom!"

The child's mother's weak voice came from downstairs: "Baby, Mommy is fine, you and your sister go upstairs."

Downstairs, the child's mother's arm was grazed by a bullet and was bleeding.

When the robber rushed in, he might have just wanted to fire a warning shot, but she happened to be facing the door and was accidentally shot.

The next second, Daming reacted and kicked the gun out of the robber's hand with a high kick. When he was about to pull out the dagger, he raised the gun and shot the robber in the leg.

That was where the second gunshot came from.

Since Paris received a lot of refugees, public security has been quite dangerous. It is common to snatch mobile phones on the street. It just so happens that the nth strike of the year broke out during this period, and some unscrupulous people took advantage of the chaos to make a fortune.

Because of their special status, these people are very rampant and do whatever they want. In addition, the gun control here is not like that in China, so it is easier to get guns in the underground black market. They dare to break into a store randomly with a gun and steal some property.

However, he usually doesn't act alone. Today, I don't know whether to say he is brave, or...

Daming tied the man up and threw him on the ground, then apologized to the terrified shop owner: "Sorry, I made your floor dirty."

On the floor, surrounding the robber, was a circle of blood.

The shop owner came out from under the counter, still looking shocked. "Thank you very much, sir. I've called the police, they will be here soon."

Daming pointed at the child's mother and said, "You should have a medical kit here. Stop the bleeding and bandage this poor mother first."

Fortunately, the bullet just grazed him, and although it looked scary, the injury was not serious.

The mother endured the pain from her wounds and didn't let out a sound. "Thank you for your help. I'm afraid the child will be frightened."

"The child is on the second floor with my wife. You don't have to worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Daming looked at the half-dead robber on the ground again and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Did he really rush in alone?

With a frown on his face, he immediately took a step forward and prepared to go to the second floor.

"What about people?"

A cold and low voice rushed in from outside, bringing a gust of wind.

It’s Pei Zigui.

Daming pointed to the second floor. Before he could say anything, the man ran upstairs.

Daming thought something was wrong and quickly followed.

As soon as he ran to the second floor, the scene almost scared him to death.

The windows on the second floor facing the street were open. Jiang Ruoli and Shen Zhiyan were sitting on the sofa in front of the mirror with their children. Behind them, another curly-haired black man was about to climb in through the window.

In his hand, there is a gun.

"Lili, get down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Zigui pounced over. It is no exaggeration to say that his whole body drew an arc in the air and protected Jiang Ruoli under him.

With a bang, as the robber landed safely on the ground, the missed bullet hit the mirror and shattered it instantly.

But Shen Zhiyan next to her was not so lucky.

The robber simply grabbed her arms and held her in front of him, using her as a human cushion.

"I don't want to hurt you, so hand over all the cash. Also, pack up all the jewelry here and fill it up."

He threw out a black duffel bag.

Jiang Ruoli's heart wrinkled instantly, and he exclaimed: "Yan Yan!"

In the situation just now, he could only protect one person, and Pei Zigui's only choice was Jiang Ruoli.

He frowned, the current situation seemed a bit tricky. The person being held hostage was Shen Zhiyan, and he didn't know how crazy Li Yanzhou would be if he knew about this.

"Whatever you want, I can satisfy you, but you'd better not hurt my wife's friends."

Pei Zigui stared at the robber with a cold and stern gaze, which was full of warning.

"Otherwise, you will pay an unimaginable price. You might as well give it a try."

The robber looked to be in his 20s, a young and energetic age. Hearing this, he sneered, "Korean, don't be so arrogant."

Japanese people are not that tall, so the robbers subconsciously substituted Pei Zigui for a Korean. This made Jiang Ruoli jump up.

She cursed and retorted: "You are Korean, your whole family is Korean! It's bad luck!"

From the corner of his eye, he saw Daming moving silently around the curtain, while Jiang Ruoli continued to confront the kidnapper.

"Okay, I'll pretend."

Stupid robber, these colored gems are worthless at all, he might as well just rob a jewelry store.

Jiang Ruoli bent down to pick up the luggage bag on the ground, and began to throw the jewelry boxes on the table into it one by one, all the while keeping an eye on Shen Zhiyan's condition. Fortunately, she looked fine. Except for her hands being shackled, there were no injuries anywhere else.

"Do you know who the woman in your hand is?"

The robber raised his eyebrows and said nastily: "Why? Is it your little wife?"

Pei Zigui sneered and glared at the robber as if he were a dead man. "You will know soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Daming punched the robber like lightning. At the same time, Jiang Ruoli quickly threw the bag in his hand at the robber. Shen Zhiyan took advantage of the chaos to escape and fell down on the sofa.

Just now, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't afraid, but in those few short minutes, there was only one name left in her mind.

Shen Zhiyan is such a loser. She is still thinking about him in this situation.

The kidnapper, who looked strong on the outside but was actually weak, was soon tied up by Daming with the torn curtain cloth like a silkworm cocoon, unable to move.

He sneered, "I really don't know what you and the guy downstairs are doing here today. Are you playing robbers in a security drill? You two weaklings."

The robber could only move his mouth. He looked at Daming and tried to get close to him: "Brother, our skin colors are similar, maybe we are from the same hometown. Where are you from? Let me go and we will pretend nothing happened."

Daming spat, "Bah! I am Chinese, I will never do such dirty things as you do!"

With a piu sound, the little foreign girl, who had been silent for a while, threw the crepe in her hand directly into the robber's face. The cream slid down his hair, mixed with chocolate sauce and banana pulp, which was so disgusting.

"This is what bad people deserve!"

Downstairs, police sirens finally sounded. The Paris police, who had just finished handling a strike, finally arrived.

At the same time, Li Yanzhou, who was far away in Hong Kong, also received the news.