I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

The smile on Jiang Huai's lips grew infinitely larger. He looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes filled with bloodthirstiness and murderous intent.

Jiang Ce couldn't stop shaking all over. He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be crushed and he could only make "cough" sounds.

Jiang Huai's face was infinitely enlarged in front of him, and the fear in his heart spread.

He couldn't breathe, and his heart felt like it was being held in someone's hand and squeezed hard.

The devil Jiang Si wanted to kill him.

The desire to survive was infinitely magnified, and Jiang Ce's struggle became more and more intense.

Jiang Huai licked the corner of his mouth and waved his arm.

Jiang Ce fell on the mossy concrete floor on the top floor.

His face flushed red, and his throat felt like it was filled with chili water, causing a stinging sensation.

Breathing in the air deeply.

Aftermath.

He supported himself on the ground with his palms, his legs trembling as he struggled to get up from the ground.

"Jiang Si, you bastard, you want to kill me!"

Jiang Ce yelled at Jiang Si heartbreakingly.

The scene just now was so terrifying that he really thought he was going to die.

My feet felt weak and half of my heart was still hanging outside the wall.

"You were the one who wanted to kill me first." Jiang Huai looked at him grimly, with a rascally smile on his lips.

As the saying goes, play is play, jokes are jokes, but don’t joke with your life.

Fighting for property is fighting for property, killing is killing, but killing everyone is wrong for Jiang Ce.

Since he was wrong, he must bear the consequences.

Jiang Ce's eyes dodged left and right, and he paused before retorting, "When did I want to kill you? I just wanted to catch you."

"Did a dog hurt this hole in my body?" Jiang Huai pointed to the location of the wound on his abdomen and stared.

His injuries were naturally caused by that bastard Jiang Si, but his current identity is Jiang Si.

He was shot, then.

"Were you really shot?" Jiang Ce pretended to be surprised.

Jiang Huai sneered.

His acting is so poor, even worse than that green tea pretty boy from Zhaoshan Academy.

Ignoring him, he took out the black gun and silencer from his waist and assembled them slowly.

His movements were skillful and his expression was serious, as if he was working on some kind of work of art.

His whole body exuded a bloodthirsty and murderous aura.

Jiang Ce was horrified and trembling all over. He had no doubt that the bullet would hit him.

He looked around frantically. The quickest way to escape from here was to jump off the building.

He just felt how tall the building was.

Jumping down will lead to death.

He immediately gave up the idea of ​​jumping off the building.

With a look of horror, he quickly explained: "I wasn't the one who shot you. If my people had that ability, you would have been dead long ago."

"Besides, why would I kill you? We are brothers, brothers with the same blood."

Jiang Ce was spitting and trying hard to explain.

"Click" the bullet is loaded.

It's like a death warrant.

Jiang Ce's head felt like it was hit hard, making a buzzing sound.

He stepped back subconsciously, sweat dripping from his face. "A Si! I'm your elder brother! You can't!"

"boom"

"what!!!"

Jiang Ce's screams were louder than the sound of a silenced gun.

His left leg went numb, and a burning sensation exploded at the base of his thigh, with blood gushing out.

The severe pain of tearing muscles almost made Jiang Ce faint. He could feel the bullet piercing his flesh and getting stuck in his bones.

His left knee gave way and he fell heavily to the ground.

The bright red blood soaked through the trouser legs, leaving a shocking blood-red stain on the floor.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the sound of wind whistling from the top floor was in my ears.

The whole world is immersed in pain.

Jiang Ce subconsciously pressed the wound hard, and the sticky touch made his scalp numb.

His breathing became heavy, and every breath seemed to pull at the wound, bringing a tearing pain.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the scene in front of him began to become blurry.

A pair of shiny Martin boots caught his eye, and his blurred vision was forced to turn on.

My heart was in my throat.

"Don't! Don't!"

Stop hitting him, he knows he is wrong.

He was in so much pain.

The black shadow oppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.