Ye Wangchuan took the gun from her, checked it slowly, loaded it, stretched out his long arm, half-closed his eyes and made an aiming motion, then slowly put his hand down, looked in the direction of the girl with a smile, his tone was gentle and relaxed, and he was indescribably proud and reserved.
"SIG Sauer P322 .22 LR rimfire pistol?"
Qiao Nian supported himself on the bed with one hand and raised his head casually: "Do you know him?"
Ye Wangchuan threw the weapon in his hand to her again: "Catch it."
Qiao Nian quickly caught the weapon that fell back into her hands in the darkness, spun it in her hand as if playing with it, her long eyelashes drooping, and she said in a bad tone: "It's not safe to wait. You don't have a weapon for self-defense... It's too risky."
"Give this to me, what about you?" Ye Wangchuan's tone was calm and he was not panicked at all. It was not known whether he was unaware of the danger.
Qiao Nian frowned, his eyes were quite cold, and was about to say that he would find a way.
at this time.
Ye Wangchuan made a hushing gesture to her, moved closer to the door and listened attentively to the footsteps outside.
Qiao Nian also noticed footsteps approaching them outside.
She walked over and lowered her voice: "How many people are outside?"
"two."
The man's figure was blurry in the darkness, but one could smell the faint scent of cold mint emanating from him, which made one feel at ease for no reason.
"Yeah." Qiao Nian calmed down, held the miniature pistol in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Stay behind me and don't move."
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan chuckled in the darkness, with an indescribable meaning: "Do you know what the old man sent me to learn after I was ten years old?"
Qiao Nian hasn't reacted yet.
I don't know why he brought this up.
Right at this moment.
The footsteps outside were approaching them. She heard the people outside muttering quietly: "We haven't checked this room yet, be careful, they may be hiding in there."
…It really was directed at her!
Her attention was drawn to that, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were full of coldness, and she tightly gripped the loaded pistol.
Next second.
Qiao Nian only felt someone blocking her from behind. Ye Wangchuan opened the door in front of her, like a cheetah in the night, already staring at the unaware prey outside.
Only two muffled groans were heard in the corridor.
Qiao Nian saw two men with armbands on their arms lying limply on the ground outside, and the man she had just said she wanted to protect bent down leisurely to pick up the weapons that the two men had dropped on the ground, and threw a flashlight to her.
"Take it."
Calm and domineering.
This is the true appearance of Jingshi Wangye.
Move like a cheetah and be as fast as the wind.
He is never a man who needs a woman's protection.
Qiao Nian steadily caught the flashlight he threw over, and without saying anything else, he took the initiative to turn his back to him and said calmly: "Drag these two people into the room first. There should be people outside looking for us."
Ye Wangchuan was ready to drag the two unconscious men into the room without her saying anything, so he easily threw the two puddles of mud onto the floor in the corner of the room.
Seeing that he had already obtained the weapon, Qiao Nian did not mention sharing the weapons with him. However, in the dark room, she could not help but ask, "I didn't expect you had learned fighting skills."
"Not a fight."
Ye Wangchuan threw the two pieces of 'garbage' on the ground, and moved his wrists gracefully, with a hint of smile on his lips: "Children of the Beijing compound are all forced to learn close combat from a young age. When I was ten years old, the old man threw me into the team and I learned for a few years. I'm not an expert, but I'm more than enough to protect you."
(End of this chapter)