Fu Zilie, it’s really Fu Zilie!

How is it possible! How is it possible!

Song Yiran was hiding behind the tree with unbelievable expression on her face. Her eyes were not as dark as before, but rather dull as scary. She seemed to have lost her vitality in an instant, and she was stunned, closing all her senses to the outside.

There was only one thought in her mind, which kept flashing. That was impossible!

She didn't believe her ears, she felt that she must be dreaming. How could it be Fu Zilie's voice? It was because she was too worried about him that she had auditory hallucinations?

It must be!

"Bang."

The gunshot made Song Yiran wake up from her almost lost consciousness, and the bullet was embedded in the trunk of the tree where she was hiding. She could even smell the pungent smell of gunpowder, which reminded Song Yiran that her current situation was very dangerous.

Without even thinking about guessing the possible and impossible things, Song Yiran immediately lowered his body and changed his position to hide under the cover of darkness and the surrounding plants.

Under the moonlight, the figure in front of me became more and more realistic.

The person holding a gun and facing his hiding place expressionlessly was undoubtedly Fu Zilie.

There was no familiar hip-hop expression on his face anymore, but instead he was cold and cruel, like a sentimental murder machine. His sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness and see where Song Yiran was.

"It's really a tail. No. 7, I'll get rid of the person as soon as possible."

The people who were with Fu Zilie shouted impatiently, with a arrogant tone, as if they believed that Song Yiran would be dealt with by them, and were very arrogant.

Fu Zilie nodded expressionlessly, holding the gun and walking towards Song Yiran.

Song Yiran held the gun in her hand tightly and stared at Fu Zilie who was constantly approaching. From the outside, it was Fu Zilie. But the momentum he showed was completely different from the Fu Zilie she knew. It was too cold, like a robot.

She knew he was looking for her, and after finding her, she would shoot her unceremoniously. Despite this, Song still couldn't take action.

Damn McLaun, what did he do to deal with Zilie!

Song Yiran cursed fiercely in her heart, wishing to get rid of McLaugh. Rongchen destroyed her son, but now McLaugh has destroyed her friend and her relatives. Are these two crazy men stupid? God isn't they just letting them live!

Unable to deal with Fu Zilie, Song Yiran began to find a way to kill another person first.

At least, they have to hold on until Li Shaoyan and the others arrive. No matter what McLaun did, as long as they take him back for diagnosis by Mingye’s research institute and doctors, there will definitely be a way to restore him.

"No. 7, move quickly."

Another man's impatient urging interrupted Song Yiran's thoughts, and her eyes turned bloody. She stared fiercely at the man who was holding Xiao Rui and looking leisurely in the distance.

Don't worry, I'll send you to hell now.

Song Yiran curled up the corner of his lips and showed a cruel sneer. The black muzzle aimed at the other party's forehead. His index finger pulled the trigger and fired.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Two sounds sounded at the same time, one was Song Yiran and the other was Fu Zilie. Unfortunately, Song Yiran lost his correctness because of Fu Zilie's shot, and the bullet only scratched the local arm. He hugged Xiao Rui very quickly and hid his tone, mixed with anger.

"No. 7, can you do it? You can't even kill such a person!"

Song Yiran lowered her body and rolled silently in the darkness. She rolled out of her original hiding place and hid in the lower grass. Her arm was injured, but it was not serious.

Sweat gradually spread on his forehead, and Song was still thinking about the time when Fu Zilie appeared in his heart.

She was careless just now, but she didn't expect that the other party's level was so high. She could actually judge the direction and speed of the bullet and avoid it at the best time. Fu Zilie was also familiar with Song Yiran, so she easily injured her.

He is the biggest enemy.

But, however, Song was stubborn and unwilling to treat Fu Zilie as an enemy. She couldn't let her hurt Fu Zilie for the sake of herself.

Fu Zilie still had no expression on his face, as if he had not heard the other party's urging. He stood in the darkness and stared coldly ahead. After a short period of transformation, although the effect was not achieved too obvious, his vision and hearing were still improved.

In the same dark and vague environment, it is obviously more beneficial to Fu Zilie.

Song Yiran didn't know this. She was just thinking in her heart what to do to delay Li Shaoyan and the others without hurting Fu Zilie.

"There are two minutes left. No. 7, move quickly."

Another impatient urging came, and this time Fu Zilie finally reacted. He seemed to have found Song Yiran's position and pointed it at Darkness and pulled the trigger.

"puff."

The bullet shot into the soil and made a muffled sound. Song Yiran rolled on the spot and hid in a safe place the second before being shot. The cold sweat on his forehead became denser, and the wound on his arm teared a bigger hole, making the blood flow more and more urgent.

Damn it!

If this continues, I'm afraid she will die first.

Song Yiran thought in his heart that he was even more gritting his teeth when dealing with Zilie. He never used such great skills to deal with his own people. He did not leave any room for him to deal with his own people.

what to do?

Song Yiran's brows were frowning tightly, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Fu Zilie who was approaching, and Song Yiran stood up as if she was willing to go out, and her whole body was exposed to Fu Zilie's gun.

When he suddenly saw the person who appeared, Fu Zilie immediately turned the gun and pointed it at Song Yiran's eyebrows. He should have pulled the trigger directly, but when he saw the person in front of him who clearly didn't know him but had a lot of familiarity in his heart, he consciously controlled Fu Zilie to stop him from shooting.

He frowned, wondering his reaction.

On the other side, Song Yiran breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had a good bet this time. However, it is not certain whether he will be safe next.

"Fu Zilie, I am Song Yiran, don't you know me anymore?"

“Don’t know.”

Although the denial was rapid, there was always a voice in Fu Zilie's heart that was shouting, asking him to put down his gun, let him go over and go to her side. At the same time, Reason was clamoring to ask him to kill Song Yiran without hesitation.

The two voices pulled each other in their minds, and their heads were in pain.

Fu Zilie frowned, and his hand that pulled the trigger tightened involuntarily, but he was unable to shoot for a long time. Cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, spreading drop by drop.

Seeing the struggle in Fu Zilie's eyes, Song Yiran's panic calmed down a little.

She was worried, worried that Fu Zilie would completely forget her existence. She was worried that he would really become a machine in McLaun's hand and kill herself mercilessly.

"You were just caught and got rid of your hands and feet. You and I are good friends. We were trained and accepted tasks together to destroy K together, and then we were free. You forgot all of these, right? But I think you should know me in your subconscious mind. Otherwise, you would have shot a long time ago, right?"

Song Yiran said in a temptation, his tone was very light and a gentle smile on his face.

Fu Zilie looked at her, frowning tightly, and the struggle on his face became more obvious.

Just as Song Yiran said, reason and subconsciousness are tearing Fu Zilie up. Anyone wants to manipulate him and take the dominance. They are not giving in to each other and are at a strife.

Blurred fragments flashed through his mind, accompanied by instructions. He had seen several photos before he set out, and they were the people he had to kill. One of them was from the person in front of him. She was obviously the person who should be killed in her mission, but he didn't want to do that.

What's going on?

“No. 7.”

The person hiding on the other side did not move for a long time, and his patience was exhausted. He called Fu Zilie's number in anger and held the gun tightly.

His voice seemed to pull back Fu Zilie's rationality, and the struggle and shake on his face disappeared. The next second, he fired.

Damn it!

Song Yiran cursed angrily. Fortunately, she was prepared and almost avoided. She rolled on the spot. Just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Song Yiran's face turned pale and her legs suddenly became soft.

"Bang."

A bullet came over the moment Song Yiran fell to the ground again. If it weren't for her weak legs and falling down, she would probably have had her forehead blooming now.

This time the shot was not Fu Zilie, but another man who kept hiding and making noise.

The severe pain in the lower abdomen was still continuing, and Song Yiran gritted his teeth and tried hard to support his body and quickly hid in the dead corner. Relying on the trunk, Song Yiran bit his lips tightly and covered his lower abdomen with one hand.

What the hell is going on? Could it be that I have eaten my stomach?

Soon, the pain disappeared again. Although Song Yiran's face was still pale, his strength recovered a little.

"No shooting is allowed."

Fu Zilie turned around and gave a cold order to the person in the dark. The man sneered coldly, and a voice with contempt and disdain came.

"Okay, I won't interfere. Then please help me solve her quickly, okay? We don't have much time left."

Fu Zilie did not respond, but looked in the direction where Song Yiran was avoiding. He still easily found Song Yiran. She hesitated because of the pain. She looked up again and pointed the gun at her forehead.

She sat on the ground, looked up at Fu Zilie who looked down at her expressionlessly.

It was clearly such a familiar face, but the eyes were so cold and scary. There was no emotion in those black eyes, no hesitation or conflict just now.

His sharp eyes stared at Song Yiran quietly, and his index finger, which was slammed on the trigger, slowly tightened.

Song Yiran stared at Fu Zilie in a daze, watching him tighten his fingers little by little. Suddenly, she felt sad in her heart. She didn't hate Fu Zilie, but only McLaun. She swears that even if she is a ghost, she will not let McLaun go!

"Bang."

Blood gushed out, and the warm liquid came with a pungent smell of blood.

Li Shaoyan stopped and stared at the confrontation not far away. The gunshot just now were so obvious that it rang a second before he arrived.
Chapter completed!