Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"boom!"

After one gunshot, several more were heard.

There was not even a ghost on the streets late at night.

When Jingzhi heard the gunshots, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the cinema on the third floor opposite.

It seemed to come from there.

Less than a minute later, several guests who were watching a late-night movie came running out of the building in a panic, phones in their hands, and trembling lips as they called the police.

"Oh my god, it's so noisy in the middle of the night." There were no passengers now, so the driver let Jingzhi sit in the back seat while he took a rest.

His only pleasure in working late at night was to watch the excitement.

He has seen everything: drunk people, quarrels in the middle of the night, gang fights.

At this time, the first priority is to roll up the car window, protect yourself first, and then watch the fun.

He had put anti-peep film on the car window. When the window was rolled up, the already dim vision became even darker.

Jingzhi clicked his tongue and walked out directly after opening the door.

The driver immediately opened the door a little, "Hey, hey, hey, are you trying to kill yourself? Didn't you hear those people say someone fired a gun?!"

Jingzhi didn't look back, but leaned against the side of the car, staring at Cheng Ying who was standing at the entrance with a gun in hand and a vigilant look on his face.

"If you're afraid, just go ahead," she said to the driver.

Crazy, this woman is crazy.

The guys on the other side had their guns pointed, but she still didn't get in the car?!

The driver didn't dare to start the car at this time. He quietly laid the driver's seat flat, leaned back, and skillfully pretended that there was no one in the car.

Seeing his cowardly look, Jingzhi just shook her head and smiled.

In the moonlight, behind the yellow car opposite, stood a beautiful woman in a white shirt, so conspicuous.

The fat man was originally leaning against the wall with his gun in hand. When he saw Jing, his eyes lit up and he reached out to pull Cheng Ying next to him.

"Brother Ying, that's her. I wasn't kidding you. She's incredibly beautiful."

When Cheng Ying was pulled by him, his hand shook and the gun in his hand almost went off.

He glared at the fat man fiercely. "It's already this late, why are you still looking at beautiful women?!"

He pricked up his ears and listened to the movements in the building.

He inadvertently glanced at the opposite side from the corner of his eye. He didn't look closely, but he knew that the woman had a slender figure and long hair.

The building was quiet for a while, and no one knew whether the people inside had died together. No one ran out for the time being.

The fat man tugged at Cheng Ying's clothes again, "Brother Ying, she's moving!"

The person is not dead, of course he will move.

And why do you care what other people do? !

Cheng Ying closed his eyes. If he hadn't been holding a gun in his hand, he would have wanted to twist the fat man's ears.

……

Jingzhi thought for a long time across the street, but really didn't know how to get to know him.

The police usually chase the bad guys.

It seems that her Ah Jiu has become a bad guy in this life?

It really caught her eye.

But Cheng Ying, who was holding a gun and looked like he was ready to fight, was so exciting that her heart was beating wildly.

Sometimes I was thinking of calling Ah Zheng, and sometimes I wanted to call Ah Jiu, but suddenly the sign on the door of his office popped up in my mind -

Manager Cheng Ying

So, she slowly stretched out her hand and made a pistol gesture towards Cheng Ying, "biu~"

"Hello, Mr. Cheng, my name is Lin Jingzhi. You look really handsome in a white shirt. Can I be your friend?"

The fat man slowly put down the gun in his hand, "Eagle, Brother Eagle, she bit you..."

Seeing Cheng Ying glaring at him, he scratched his head and stammered:

"No, no, she said she wants to be friends with you."

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Besides, is now the time to make friends?

That woman is stupid too.

Cheng Ying only glanced at Jingzhi, then quickly looked away, staring intently at the emergency passage beside him.

He ignored her. Jingzhi withdrew his hand somewhat dejectedly and curled the corner of his mouth in annoyance.

She was indeed a complete failure.

I can't think of any good way to approach him smoothly.

Even though he seems to have someone in his heart...

He took a step forward but immediately took it back and stood next to the door of a closed shop on the street.

Seeing her retreat, Cheng Ying's eyes darkened slightly.

That's it.

People like him never need any friends.

The chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the stairs suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

He tightened the gun in his hand and pressed his back closer to the wall. Even the fat man who was looking at Jingzhi became more alert and focused on the ambush.

The footsteps ran to the corner of the first floor and suddenly slowed down.

Yiling's scream came from the corridor. Cheng Ying's eyes turned cold and he immediately loaded his gun.

How could Zhong Ao, a policeman, not sense something unusual at the door? He put one arm around Yi Ling's neck, held the gun against her forehead with the other hand, and walked downstairs holding her hostage.

Seeing Yiling being held hostage, Cheng Ying immediately raised his hand behind him and pressed down.

Several of the younger brothers immediately put down their guns.

Cheng Ying gave Zhong Ao a cold look as he walked towards him.

When he saw the gunshot wound on Zhong Ao's waist and Yiling's frightened eyes, he slowly put down the gun.

Zhong Ao did not let down his guard.

It is written in the information that Cheng Ying is a sharpshooter under Lin Wei, and he hits every shot accurately.

He must have raised his gun faster than me.

So Zhong Ao endured the pain and dragged Yi Ling back slowly. "If she catches up with me again, I will beat her to death! Lin Wei killed my brother, so it's not too much for me to kill his mistress!"

Damn, how can you be a hero if you make things difficult for a deaf girl!

Yiling turned her head to see Zhong Ao's lip movements and instantly understood why this man had to chase her.

The hands that were tightly gripping Zhong Ao's arms suddenly loosened their grip, and then waved towards Cheng Ying, "You, go."

What the hell!

When Zhong Ao looked at Yi Ling in surprise, Cheng Ying kicked the gun out of his hand.

Before the gun even hit the ground, Cheng Ying circled around and used a sweeping kick to trip the two people on the opposite side.

Zhong Ao fell to the ground unexpectedly, and Yiling accidentally pressed on Zhong Ao. She supported his body with one hand and tried to stand up, but accidentally pressed on the wound on his abdomen.

The warm and sticky blood suddenly spread across her palms, and Yiling frowned.

This person was injured just because he was trying to save her.

What should I do this time?

"Wow wow wow..."

Two police cars surrounded the area from both sides of the street.

In this situation, Cheng Ying, the only one holding a gun, looks like a murderer.

Jingzhi: "Aren't you leaving yet?!"

Do you really like her that much?

He was about to be arrested by the police, but he still stood there and confronted them.

Yiling: "Let's go."

Cheng Ying finally moved. He looked at Yi Ling deeply, waved to his men, retreated to the side of the white car, turned around, and got into the car directly.

The fat man started the car and retreated to the alley behind Jing, while asking Cheng Ying:

"Brother Ying, what should we do with her?"

Cheng Ying shook his head.

When the car passed by Jingzhi, he slowly lowered the window a little, put his hand into his coat pocket, and was about to return the thing to her when the fat man suddenly accelerated. Cheng Ying held the ring tightly in his hand and had no time to hand it over.

What are you doing? !

He raised his booted foot and kicked the back of the driver's seat hard.

Cheng Ying wrote with such force that the words almost showed through the back of the paper.

After being together for so long, Fatty can now judge his mood just by listening to the sound of his writing.

It was obvious that Cheng Ying was angry.

He shrank his neck in frustration and said, "Brother Ying, this is not my fault. If I hadn't accelerated, the police would have caught up with me."

Cheng Ying ignored him and just showed him the notebook.

[My personal affairs, don't worry about me]

The fat man shut up completely.

Brother Ying is so stubborn that if he hadn't taken the initiative in this life, Fatty would dare to raise his hand and swear that even if the beautiful woman who took the initiative just now came, she would not be able to catch up with Brother Ying.

"It's a pity."

he whispered.

What a pity!

I always feel uncomfortable when I take other people's things.

Cheng Ying looked down at his white shirt and suddenly felt itchy all over. He simply took off his coat and began to unbutton his shirt.

The fat man groaned softly, his head aching. "No, Brother Ying, you...it's not that serious, right?"

Nothing happened yet. The other person just said a word to him and tried to get close to him, but Brother Ying is now rejecting the person at a distance?

If he is not single, then who is?

Cheng Ying ignored him, stripped to the waist, and put on his suit jacket.

He stretched the shirt flat and folded it, placing it on his knees.

He took the ring out of his pocket and put it, along with the wrinkled label, into his shirt pocket.

The rear window slowly lowered, and the fat man's heart grew colder and colder.

Could it be that Brother Ying was going to throw away the things that people gave him?

Fatty: "Brother Ying..."

Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine from behind the car. The taxi driver showed his big white teeth to the two people in a flattering manner, smiled and nodded, but no one paid attention to him.

Her eyes were completely focused on the slowly lowering window in the back seat of his car.

Cheng Ying suddenly retracted his hand that was holding the clothes to the edge of the car. It seemed inappropriate to throw away a gift given by someone in front of them.

The woman's gaze was so scorching that Cheng Ying shifted his hips and silently covered his suit jacket.

However, his "crime" had been clearly seen by Jingzhi.

The collar of his suit was bare, revealing his skin.

The more she looked, the tighter Cheng Ying covered his face.

Finally, he even took a long stride and sat on the far right side of the carriage.

Jingzhi pinched the hem of his shirt in his hand and suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

She was too radical.

It was so radical that he immediately started to back off.

"Mr. Cheng, I have no ill intentions. I simply want to give you a piece of clothing. Please don't take it personally."

Forget about the clothes, but how do you explain the ring?

Cheng Ying still did not let down his guard.

He always felt that this woman was full of mystery.

He didn't move, didn't even turn his head to look.

Jingzhi silently withdrew her hand from the edge of the car and lowered her head. "I'm sorry, I was too abrupt and made you unhappy. I'll leave now."

"Hey hey hey!" The fat man stretched out his hand and was about to say something when Cheng Ying kicked the back of the chair again.

Haha, even if Brother Ying kicked his chair to pieces today, he would still take care of this trivial matter!

"Miss, don't be anxious! My brother Ying is a mute..."

Uh, if you say dumb, Brother Eagle seems to get angry.

The fat man saved the situation in time, "He can't speak, but he really wants to be friends with you!"

"Peng Peng!"

He was kicked twice in the back.

The black chair back was covered with Cheng Ying's big footprints.

The fat man was unmoved and even drove the car a little closer.

"Ms. Lin, you..."

Cheng Ying silently took out his gun and loaded it.

The fat man stopped talking instantly, made a zipper gesture, and shrugged.

This time, Brother Eagle was really angry.

Jingzhi's eyes were misty, and she didn't say a word. She just stared at Cheng Ying's tense profile, looking even more like a mute than Cheng Ying himself.

What does it mean to be unable to speak?

Is he also a mute like that woman?

There was a look of heartache in her eyes. She let the strong wind outside blow her face cold, but she was reluctant to close the car window and take one less look at him.

Why is he so pitiful in this life?

After seeing so much, Cheng Ying couldn't stand it anymore, so he leaned over and quickly rolled up the car window.

As he moved, both collars were already wide open.

The thin muscles on his front abdomen moved with his quick movements. Jingzhi blinked twice and suddenly said:

"Well...it doesn't matter if you can't speak...you have a nice figure."

There was still a crack in the car window, and Cheng Ying heard every word she said.

Not sure if he was angry or embarrassed, but he snorted heavily, twisted his hand vigorously, shook it one last time, and closed the car window completely.

You bitch! What are you looking at?

The fat man looked at Cheng Ying's earlobe which suddenly turned red, and pursed his lips tightly, unable to hold it in any longer.

That woman is really bold.

However, she didn't mind that Brother Ying was a mute.

There should be more drama, right?!

After hearing Cheng Ying's snort, Jingzhi no longer dared to stare at him directly, even through a layer of glass.

He just silently told the driver to follow closely and then kept quiet.

The fat man glanced at the taxi next to him from time to time and sighed in his heart.

It's over, did Brother Ying's cold face scare people away?!

Why aren’t you talking?

As they were about to reach their base camp, the fat man kindly advised, "Ms. Lin, the place ahead is not where you can go."

The driver's window was not closed, and Jingzhi's window was not closed either. His words were carried into her ears by the wind.

Jingzhi smiled at him and made an OK gesture.

“＊＊＊＊＊＊This is my phone number. Please keep in touch when you have time.”

This isn't meant for him.

The fat man deliberately raised his voice and repeated it. The person behind him was writing and drawing in a notebook. I don’t know if he was listening.

The taxi had stopped far away. Looking at Cheng Ying who was still concentrating on writing, the fat man shook his head imperceptibly.

What should he do since his brother Eagle is so passive and silent?