Two more days passed before I knew it.
During this week, Qingge not only earned up to 5,000 side mission points, but also learned about the corruption and weaknesses of high-ranking officials in various countries in this plane through Xiao Yiyi.
Find a breakthrough for convenience and kill them.
Ask Xiao Yiyi why he gave it to Xi Ying even though he knew that he wanted these people's information to cause a world war
[Because the host is so despicable! He even threatened me with suicide! You know, if the host dies before completing the mission of the Lord God, then it is really dead!
What should I do if the host dies? What about letting me become the main god of the plane? The host is dead and I still act like a shitty plane master!
What can I do? I am also desperate!]
At midnight on the eighth day, Xi Ying's cell phone rang.
In the darkness, she touched the ringing cell phone and answered it.
"Bailuobo, I'll kill you." Although it was an unfamiliar number, you could tell who the other person was by hearing this tone and title.
"Well done." Xi Ying will not be stingy with her praise for those who are obedient.
"In order to cause more confusion, I will transport the body to the police station overnight and they will find it in the morning."
Shen He's voice was always hoarse, but Xi Ying heard something different.
She frowned slightly, "You are injured."
Not a question, but an affirmative.
"Heh." Shen He laughed lowly, unruly, "It's just an extra hole, I can handle it myself."
According to Shen He's level of perversion, the hole in his mouth is definitely not the kind that was pierced by a needle.
"Put the body in his house first. Come over here right away." The tone was full of orders and could not be refused.
"It's a murderous night with a dark moon and a high wind. White radish, aren't you afraid that I'll go over and chop you up now?" Shen He sighed softly.
Without thinking, Xi Ying hung up the phone directly.
Shen He took the phone away from his ear and smiled helplessly.
He was kneeling in the middle of the living room of the mayor's villa.
He was holding his cell phone in his right hand and covering his abdomen with his left hand.
A steady stream of blood flowed from his fingers.
Shen He closed his eyes and licked his dry and white lips.
Then he looked at the man lying in a pool of blood not far away.
A shiny black pistol was thrown out of the man's hand.
Shen He didn't expect that the mayor actually had a pistol.
It is obvious that China's control over firearms has reached a crazy level.
He made a mistake.
After calming down and taking a rest, Shen He struggled to stand up from his kneeling position and turned on the central air conditioner to maintain the temperature in the living room to prevent the body from rotting.
Then he stumbled down the elevator to the garage and drove away in his car.
At one o'clock in the morning, Shen He was half-lying on the sofa at Xi Ying's house, with his upper body exposed.
There was a first aid kit on the coffee table, and there was a bloody bullet in the white porcelain plate next to it.
Xi Ying was helping Shen He disinfect the wound with neat hands and feet.
"White radish, because you helped me, I won't break you off today." Shen He's lips were very white.
Even though he was so weak, he was still so mean-mouthed.
So, what he got was-
Xi Ying poked the wound hole in his abdomen with medical cotton soaked in alcohol.
"S-Sister He, I was wrong."
Shen·Pervert·He’s daily kneeling and licking√
"Why are you so stupid? Why don't you buy a body armor?"