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Yan Shuangfei took a look and saw a screen on one wall of this room. The scene inside was very chaotic, but it could still be seen that there was a firefight.

Yan Shuangfei's eyesight wasn't particularly good. She got closer and realized that the image captured on the screen was the scene of her subordinates fighting with the artist's subordinates.

"Don't worry." The artist's voice always pervasively sounded in a timely manner, "This is the picture taken by the miniature camera I installed on the judge."

"What do you want me to do?" Yan Shuang Fei asked straightforwardly, "No need to beat around the bush, I'm in a hurry."

"Tsk tsk." The artist sighed softly, "Why are young people so impatient now? This time, I don't need you to do anything, just let you watch a good show."

"It might be a good show for you, but it might not be for me." Yan Shuang Fei couldn't help but stab back.

"Hehe, maybe." The artist couldn't deny it, "Now all you have to do is wait and see."

Yan Shuangfei walked to the chair in front of the screen, sat down after thinking about it, put on the earphones specially prepared for her by the artist, held the walkie-talkie in her hand, and said nothing.

The firefight is not a pleasing picture, it just shows the fragility of death and life.The sparkle of the fire is not the gorgeous special effects in the movie, but the naked reality. Some people fall down, and it is very likely that they will never get up again.Sometimes it is not even possible to return to the hometown.

"Isn't it tragic?" The artist talked to Yan Shuangfei interestingly, and the tone was as relaxed and cheerful as chatting with an old friend about afternoon tea.

"I saw your face. It's not good. Do you think I'm too cruel?"

"You think I rarely see such a scene? It's just a well-protected flower in a greenhouse?" Yan Shuang Fei asked back.

She has indeed seen such a scene more than once. In the past, there were often frictions between gangs, and casualties were common occurrences. Large-scale conflicts are also very common for Yan Shuangfei. thing.

However, just because she is used to it doesn't mean she can really accept such things happening, and sometimes she can't bear it, but she also knows that in this world, if you step back, it means that others are moving forward, step by step backward , will only make people feel weak and deceitful, because this world belongs to the strong, and the weak can only be trampled under their feet.Yan Shuangfei is well aware of this truth, just like her current position, her emotions and sorrows will make people tremble three times, and this kind of deterrence is formed by the accumulation of fresh blood and white bones.

The dark order still exists, and what Yan Shuangfei is doing now is just a kind of balance, but even if it is to maintain this kind of balance, it will sacrifice countless lives, because people's ambitions will never stop.

The artist on the other end of the walkie-talkie was silent for a while after hearing this: "I thought you would continue to ask me what my idea was."

"I really want to know." Yan Shuang Fei admitted frankly.

"Then I'll tell you." The artist replied very straightforwardly, "Listen well, I only know that you have a very powerful sniper under your command. She seems to be a branch of the Yan family?"

"Yes."

"Actually, my focus is not on that sniper."

Yan Shuangfei: "..." She resisted the urge to swear, and listened patiently.

"The observer next to that woman should be the person who has the closest relationship with you in the branch of the Yan family."

Why does this sentence sound a bit strange!

"His name is Yan Shaoqiu, right?" the artist said in an affirmative tone, "That kid Han Yu has been trying to place his inside line around you, but it's a pity that you are too tight on defense, so he changed his target. "

Yan Shuang Fei's heart tightened slightly, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Then you mean that Han Yu planted an inside line beside Yan Shaoqiu?"

"good."

Yan Shuangfei is not stupid, her brain quickly recalled who was around Yan Shaoqiu, she concentrated on thinking for a while, and tentatively called out a name: "Lin Chenyu?"

"Smart!" The artist clapped his hands in admiration, "You are much smarter than that kid Han Yu. That kid has no ambition but no skills, and only uses some low-level methods."

Lin Chenyu, a bitch, knew that she had no good intentions to approach Yan Shaoqiu at this time.At that time, I was just soft-hearted. Seeing Yan Shaoqiu's rare happiness, I even took my heart home, so I didn't continue to investigate, and agreed hastily.In fact, what can I do if I object, Yan Shaoqiu's heart has already been taken away by Lin Chenyu, and if I stop it, I will become a villain who breaks up the marriage.

"Thanks for the compliment." Yan Shuang Fei said dryly and perfunctorily, "So what did Lin Chenyu do?"

"Did you see the wedding ring on Yan Shaoqiu's finger?" the artist reminded, "It's a miniature bomb. It's no problem to blow up a person."

"So what do you want to do, blow him up?" Yan Shuangfei stood up and asked the camera.

"It's very dangerous." The artist said, "One life for another, do you accept it?"

"One life for another?" Yan Shuang Fei asked, "Yan Shaoqiu's life for whose life?"

"Judger." The artist's tone was unusually serious.

"He is my confidant!"

"Isn't Yan Shaoqiu the same?" the artist asked aggressively.

"It sounds like I made the money." Yan Shuang Fei said in the calmest tone possible.She couldn't help hating herself at the moment, discussing the survival of one life calmly, "I don't know when the bomb in Yan Shaoqiu's hand will explode. He will die soon."

"It will be later." The artist said affirmatively, "I have estimated the time for you to come, because I know that Lin Chenyu hastily set the explosion time."

"Then you didn't post someone to me?"

"Not bad," the artist admitted frankly.

Yan Shuang. Fei looked at the screen, and the judge was approaching Yan Shaoqiu step by step. She knew that there was no room for redemption. It would not be such a coincidence that a miracle happened at this moment. She held her breath. It was proposed in the name of negotiation, but she herself was not qualified to choose at all.Still the same sentence, one wrong step, one wrong step, Yan Shuangfei will lose everything in front of the artist.

"I just want him to die." The artist broke the silence.

Watching a person go to death is really a cruel thing, Yan Shuangfei felt so sad that he wanted to cry, but that person didn't feel that he was only one step away from death.

Yan Yudie saw the judge approaching and reminded Yan Shaoqiu to avoid it, but was picked up by the judge and thrown aside.

"Then does he know that he is going to die?" Yan Shuang Fei asked, grabbing the back of the chair tightly.

"know."

There was silence for a while.