Her only belief is to retaliate against him severely and make him double the compensation for the harm she suffered.
Liang Jingjing unbuttoned her upper body, and Jing Mohao raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at her shoulder and shot decisively.
Liang Jingjing was hit and staggered back.
She paused with her fingers but said nothing.
She tightened her hand movements, revealing a circle of fiery red cheap explosives and a skinny and boneless upper body.
No wonder she had a ring of explosives tied around her body so no one could tell.
She had known for a long time that Jing Mohao was not so easy to deal with.
Even the gold-medal killer Chen Jun spent all his savings to hire might not be able to compete with him, so she made preparations in advance.
Even if they died together, she no longer cherished her life. person.
If they miss this time, they will never get revenge again Jing Mohao immediately raised his gun and was not prepared to survive.
If she could escape from the secret room, it was already certain that Ouyang was behind them.
And using such a cheap method showed that there was no control from other forces.
In this case, he did not put her under the control of other forces.
It is necessary to take him back for interrogation.
Liang Jingjing seemed to have discovered his intention and grabbed the fire letter from his hand before he fired.
Jing Mohao saw that she had already detonated the bomb and there was no need to use bullets.
It would be easier to hand it over directly to the police as a case of suicide.
So he turned around and ran quickly to the window sill, holding on to the window edge, ready to jump off.
The moment his fingers came off the window sill, the ring on his little finger was pushed out by the window frame and rolled into the room.
Jing Mohao's expression shrank violently, and he immediately turned around and jumped into the house to look for her.
This is what Luo Xi left behind, he must not throw it away The woman in the room looked at the figure that Jing Mohao turned around to look for, and then at the primer that was about to burn out.
A sneer slowly escaped from the corner of her mouth, "Jing Mohao, I never thought that one day you would die for money."
Jing Mohao took out the ring under the bed and immediately turned around and retreated when there was a loud noise.
Thick smoke billowed out from the fifth floor of the hotel, glass shattered, the ground shook, and roars and screams escaped.
Jing Mohao felt a wave of heat coming over him, and the world turned into smoke.
Simple house.
He Yiru was taken to his residence by Jian Qing.
Jian Qing's residence is a quiet villa with off-white exterior walls, clean and simple.
He Yi got out of the car and looked around the place surrounded by green trees and climbing vines.
He felt relaxed and happy, "It's so beautiful."
Since the last exchange over a meal, the two of them seemed like good friends who had not seen each other for many years.
They always had endless things to talk about and could always find common interests that they had not discovered before.
The so-called meeting at a late date is roughly like this.
Jian Qing locked the car and walked to her side, with her hands behind her back and a slight smile, "Do you think it's cool and remote here?"
"How could it be?
On the contrary, I think this place is particularly lively."
He Yiru Yingying looked at the pavilion in front of her.
The smile in Jian Qing's eyes froze, and she felt a precious light suddenly appeared, and pretended to mutter, "Oh, what do you mean by this?"
"The grass and trees are lush and green, the leaves are whispering, the vines are climbing, and the insects are singing.
It's very lively."
He Yiru was immersed in the poetry, closing his eyes and meditating.
Jian Qing agreed deeply, but he tested her uncertainly and said, "Unexpectedly, Yi Ru is still a person who likes to have fun."
He Yiru slowly opened her clear eyes, turned her head slightly to look at him, and shook her head gently, "You're wrong
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