Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

In November, the city of Goering, known as the Fire City, was also affected by the cold air from the west. After a night of rain, everyone in the city put on coats.

There were still some fine raindrops in the sky. The sky was gray and there was no sunshine. The wind could not blow away the moisture on the ground.

There were not many pedestrians on the street. Twenty years ago, the war spread to this country, and more than half of the once prosperous capital, Goering, was reduced to ruins by artillery fire. Those who survived were both lucky and the most unfortunate.

Now, twenty years later, the war is over, but the city of Goering and the country have not yet recovered.

Many people, traumatized by the war, became homeless, with guns, ammunition, and drugs circulating freely. Theft, robbery, and organ trafficking...

The atmosphere of chaos spread throughout the land.

"Target appears."

Following observer Ryan's gentle reminder, a slightly bloated senior official walked out of the government building opposite and appeared in the sight.

A black official car stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and the driver walked around the front of the car, ready to open the door for him.

"Wind from southeast, wind speed 6 meters per second, range correction 0.2 mil."

The motionless sniper lying behind the sniper rifle was dressed in black, wearing a mask and a hat. Only her long hair casually tied behind her head revealed her gender.

Her eyes always followed the intersection of the crosshairs of the sight, and her right index finger was on the trigger, ready to pull it at any time.

"Stand by...Stand... fair"

"Oh!"

With a gunshot, the sniper lying on the ground quickly put away his sniper rifle. After the observer confirmed through the sight that the target had fallen to the ground, he immediately turned around and followed.

The two men reached the ground along a zipline that had been prepared on the other wall, then quickly put away all their equipment and rushed into a car.

Ryan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car was like a rocket. Soon it entered the dense forest road and turned several times towards the suburbs.

In the back seat, the sniper pulled off his hat and mask, untied his long hair, and combed it with his hands.

She was a very beautiful woman with a small face and curved eyes. Anyone who saw her would think she was weak and harmless.

Her face was a little pale due to her long-term irregular work and rest schedule, which made her look even more pitiful.

This extremely deceptive appearance caused her to suffer a lot of contempt in the killer training camp since she was a child, but it didn't matter, because she was best at giving people a little shock and lesson.

As a person who was shocked, Ryan still respects her very much. He turned down a mountain road and saw a rarely traveled path in front of him.

"Boss, I'll take care of the aftermath. You can go first."

The woman didn't hesitate and quickly took off her black coat and threw it on the seat, then got out of the car neatly.

"Remember to urge them to transfer the money on time."

"okay!"

The car drove into the forest again and disappeared in a short while. The woman was only wearing thin clothes and walking in the opposite direction in the drizzle.

The rain continued to fall until the evening, when it became heavier.

The woman opened the window of the apartment, and the wind wrapped in raindrops hit her hands, and the room finally became a little cooler.

This building is located in the city center of Goring. It has a total of 30 floors, and is full of small apartments with terrible orientations and layouts. Even if the temperature drops, it will still feel unbearable if you don't open the windows for ventilation.

Its advantage is that the security is regular and responsible, which is an extremely important indicator for choosing a house in Göring where murders happen every day.

Therefore, although its living experience is not good, the rent is not cheap.

Most of the people living here are young people with jobs. They have a stable income but don’t have enough savings to move into a high-end community.

It is very close to the government and has convenient transportation. Many young government workers also live here.

The news was being broadcast on TV, and the anchor's voice echoed clearly in the small house: "At approximately 8:40 this morning, the current Minister of Finance of the city of Golin was attacked by unidentified gunmen and unfortunately passed away. The incident occurred at the city hall gate. The murderer had sinister intentions and challenged the authority of the government. Currently, the authorities have established a joint investigation team from multiple departments and are fully investigating..."

The woman leaned against the window, letting the rain soak her clothes, which had not yet dried, even further. She lowered her head and sent a message on her phone: "I saw the news. It's terrible. Are you okay?"

It took a long time for the other end to reply: "No, I'm not there, don't worry."

"This incident just happened in front of the city hall, and the whole country is paying attention. People are panicking. We must investigate as soon as possible. I just finished a meeting, so I will probably need to work overtime for a while."

"Try to go out less recently, keep doors and windows closed, and be sure to pay attention to safety. If you have any questions, call me and I will answer immediately."

The woman stared at the words on the screen, her lips curled up, and she dialed the number with a tap of her finger.

The call was connected after only two beeps.

"Miss Bei?"

The man's voice was urgent and anxious. It was very noisy on the other end of the line. She heard his footsteps, probably jogging quickly towards a quieter place.

"Can you hear me? Hello!"

"what happened to you?"

"Miss Bei!"

As the man's voice became more urgent, the woman's smile became wider.

She remained silent until she heard him running quickly back to the noisy area and saying loudly to someone, "I'm going out for a while, you take over first," and then he ran quickly regardless of the other person's call.

He kept calling her on the phone: "Bei Yanning!"

There was finally movement over there, and the woman named Bei Yanning responded to him weakly: "Mr. Bai..."

"Sorry, I feel a little dizzy..."

"Beep, beep, beep..." The call was disconnected.

Bai Lun almost drove the car flying on the road.

Bei Yanning hung up the phone, but walked slowly to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair and clothes were wet and stuck to her body, her face was abnormally flushed, and her lips were brighter than usual.

Compared to her previous sleep-deprived complexion, it looked like she was wearing makeup.

Beautiful, she was very satisfied.

She tucked the thermometer under her armpit and used her other hand to tidy up her hair, making sure it wasn't too close to her face, giving it a casual, messy beauty.

After fiddling with it for a few minutes, she was finally satisfied. She took out the thermometer and saw that the temperature was 38.5 degrees.

well.

She shook off the mercury column, put the thermometer back in place, caught some water in her hand and slowly poured it over her neck.

The water flowed down slowly, wetting an area of ​​her chest, and the lace pattern of her underwear was clearly visible.

After doing all this, she went back to the window, stood on the ground slightly wet by the rain, and dropped her cell phone from a high place to the ground.

Then lie down on the ground, facing the door, adjust your side profile to the most beautiful angle, relax your body, bend your arms and fingers naturally, and close your eyes.

An extremely professional fainting posture.