When someone among the bodyguards brought by Dai Qianni suddenly took out a pistol and aimed at Qin Hao, Song Yao dodged from behind Qin Hao and came to Qin Hao, covering Qin Hao with her body.
boom!
The gunfire rang out without any hesitation. Even if there was an accident and someone blocked Qin Hao's gun, the killer still pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
As the tongues of fire spurted out, bullets flew towards the two of them, heading straight for Song Yao's back, trying to deprive Qin Hao of his already peaceful and happy life.
Phew!
Perhaps it was the comfortable life of self-cultivation in the mountains in the past two years that made Qin Hao relax his vigilance a lot, so that when Song Yao made a move, he noticed the murderous aura, and quickly held Song Yao in his arms and avoided it. .
It's a pity that at this time, at least half of his strength was sealed, and coupled with his lack of reaction, although he avoided fatal injuries, the bullet still inevitably penetrated into Song Yao's snow-white arm, leaving a bright red blood flower. Blooming and bleeding all over the ground.
It can be said that everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that people were shocked, and their brains were shut down and they couldn't react at all. Even the fellow bodyguards standing next to the killer didn't know why this guy suddenly shot Qin Hao. What on earth was going on
However, one miss did not stop the killer. Instead, he was about to fire a second shot at Qin Hao. His determination and murderous intent were so strong that he was destined not to give up until he achieved his goal.
However, the man he faced was not an ordinary person after all, and the title of Emperor was not just a decoration. Even if most of his strength had been sealed away, he would not fall twice in the same place.
Before the killer could fire the second shot, Qin Hao, who was full of murderous intent and whose pupils instantly turned into dark gold, had already appeared in front of him. He grabbed the pistol with his right hand and blocked the black hole of the muzzle with his palm. Be strict.
boom!
Faced with such a situation, the killer still pulled the trigger without any hesitation and fired the second shot.
The bullet collided with Qin Hao's palm, making a muffled sound, and the killer felt the pistol in his hand vibrate, followed by a burst of heartbreaking pain.
The pistol exploded! His chest was blocked and exploded by Qin Hao's fleshy palm!
The entire Desert Eagle's gun barrel, including the gun handle, had been blown to pieces and was beyond recognition. The killer's right hand holding the gun was also bloody from the explosion, and even bones could be seen at the tiger's mouth.
Before he could give up and retreat, Qin Hao had thrown away the already tattered Desert Eagle, and his blood-covered right hand had climbed up to his throat, lifting him up alive.
At this moment, Qin Hao's eyes were cold and low, with dark golden pupils mixed with a touch of blood red, as if he was like the Shura Demon King from hell, full of murderous intent.
"You want to kill me? Who asked you to come?" Qin Hao was stiff, low and gloomy, squeezing the killer's neck tightly.
"Yes, yes..." The killer's face turned red because he was breathing less and less air. He struggled desperately, and his limbs were waving and kicking in mid-air, but Qin Hao's palms were like iron pliers. Clamp his neck hard so that he can't break free.
"Kill me if you want. Why did you shoot her? Aren't you going to kill me? Who is it?" Qin Hao stared at the killer sinisterly, his voice sounding like the soul-crushing sound of the Nine Nether Hell.
"Who is it!" Qin Hao roared again, and his right hand involuntarily increased its strength.
The killer was already speechless, whether it was Qin Hao's terrifying pressure or the ghostly hand threatening death at his throat. His mouth was wide open but he couldn't make any sound. He could only turn his head and glance at Zhang Qiming, who was also stunned.
Click!
Qin Hao's five fingers suddenly exerted force, and his entire palm sank into the killer's neck. Blood overflowed from Qin Hao's palm.
What happened next was even more terrifying. Even these men who had experienced all kinds of gangsters and gangsters couldn't help but feel terrified. Qin Hao used his strength again and actually tore off the killer's head alive. That's right. Instead of breaking the cervical vertebrae, the head and body were directly separated at the neck, and only pinched with the palm of the hand.
Hiss...
Everyone at the scene took a breath. Qin Hao's bare-handed killing methods were so abnormal. A living person in Qin Hao's hands seemed to have crushed an ant to death. Such methods , extremely terrifying!
Dai Qianni's expression was subtle and complicated. Looking at Qin Hao at this time, her eyes flashed with surprise, or in other words, surprise. Qin Hao's performance was beyond her expectation, and it also proved that her decision was correct. This is not just a temporary dispute with Mu Qianxue.
Qin Hao killed someone for himself? Song Yao's heart skipped a beat and she was very moved. However, while being moved, the woman was also a little scared. After all, he was just an ordinary person, born in an ordinary environment, doing an ordinary job, meeting ordinary friends, living an ordinary life, and killing people was too far away from her.
If she hadn't cared about Qin Hao from the bottom of her heart, and her own psychological quality was good, and she had experienced a terrorist attack and kidnapping not long ago, otherwise, she would have been stunned by Qin Hao's terrifying and bloody methods. .
But even so, when Song Yao looked at the separated body in front of her, she still had the urge to vomit, her pretty face turned pale, and her voice trembled as she said: "Qin, Qin Hao, you killed someone? What should I do? ? What, what should I do?"
"It's okay, don't be afraid. He deserves to die. I was in self-defense." Qin Hao walked slowly to Song Yao, raised her slender arm that was soaked red with blood, stretched out his hand and tapped it a few times to stop Song Yao. He wiped the blood from the wound, then took out a tissue, gently wiped the blood on Song Yao's arm, and asked distressedly: "Does it hurt?"
Song Yao said nothing, pursed her lips tightly, and looked at the man in front of her who was treating her wounds carefully and conscientiously.
One second, he was a murderous Demon King Shura, and at this moment, he became the gentlest man in the world.
Who is the real him? Demon King Shura? A talkative ruffian Taoist priest? Or is he dealing with his own wounds now
"I have helped you stop the pain, and the wound will no longer bleed. Just wait for me, and I will send you to the hospital to get the bullet later." Qin Hao breathed a sigh of relief, stopped what he was doing, and whispered. road.
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Dai Qianni. Her whole body was like Sichuan's face changing, and she once again exuded an astonishing anger: "Woman, you have to give me a reasonable explanation."
Dai Qianni explained apologetically: "I'm sorry that something like this happened on the Gold Coast, but Qin Hao, you have to believe me. Although he is one of my men, I will never let him shoot you. If I really want your life, do I need to show up to save you? What’s more, you are still the man I keep saying I want to pursue, do you think I would do that? "
Dai Qianni's explanation was very clear and reasonable. She really didn't have that need. Then, there should be only one person present who still wants him dead. Considering the killer's glance before his death, the truth seems to have been revealed.
Qin Hao walked slowly towards Zhang Qiming, who was half leaning on the conference table. He stared closely into his eyes and said coldly: "Is he yours? Do you want to kill me?" (To be continued)