Chapter 430 Killer's Fear

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She hadn't been home for several days, so Yang Zimei was going home to see her family.

She didn't want to take Xuehu, but it refused, and said with a shameless face that Xiaoqiandu would go, and it had to follow.

Yang Zimei was very helpless, so she had to go out with it.

The bus in City A is often crowded, especially at this time of the evening. It only takes 20 minutes to walk anyway, so she chose to walk.

As I walked, I suddenly felt that I was being stared at by a pair of eyes behind my back, as if with murderous intent.

His pupils narrowed slightly, and he lowered his head to stroke Xuehu's smooth fur, "Xuehu, do you know someone is following us?"

"Well, it's about twenty meters away from your back. That's the man in black." Xuehu narrowed his eyes lazily and said, "It's too much to want to assassinate you with that kind of thing."

"Has a gun on him?" Yang Zimei asked.

"I don't know what a gun is."

"It's so stupid, I don't even understand guns." Xiao Qian couldn't help sneering, "That man does have a pistol and a sharp blade hidden on his body."

Yang Zimei quickly looked back——

The man met her gaze, but did not shrink back, just lowered his head slightly to avoid her gaze, as if he was an ordinary walking person.

Yang Zimei squinted slightly to look at him, only to see that he had the yin and evil spirit that carried several lives on his back, with refined muscles, and the steps of walking were very steady and heavy, and the stride was precise and uniform, with a deviation of less than an inch.

This man should be a mercenary!

Who the hell wants to hire someone to assassinate him?

She is a physicist, although she can calculate the good and bad luck of others, but once it involves herself, there is no way to calculate it.

This is the so-called physicist who counts people and not oneself.

The man put one hand in his trouser pocket, and clearly held a tiny pistol inside.

With a modern hot weapon like a gun, even a person with high martial arts would be very weak in front of it.

Yang Zimei was really unwilling to have such a person behind her.

She looked around, her body flashed like a phantom, and she flashed into a small alley next to her.

The killer saw her suddenly dodging into the alley, his brows jumped, and his professional sensitivity made him understand that the other party had discovered him.

She was just a weak girl, and he didn't take her to heart, he just wanted to find the right time to kill her.

He chased into the alley and was looking for her figure everywhere, but he heard her voice ringing faintly behind him: "Looking for me?"

He was startled and turned around, holding the gun tighter in his hand, ready to pull it out at any time.

I don't know what's going on, she stood four meters behind him, a delicate and slender white hand, caressing the fur of the fox-like puppy in her arms leisurely, smiling. Light, drooping eyelids, black pupils like stars in the sky, looked at him lightly, as if looking at an acquaintance.

Such a girl should not have been afraid, but for some reason, a sense of crisis that he had never felt since his debut flooded into his heart, making him tense in vain, and his muscles tightened. The hand holding the gun in the trouser pocket trembled slightly, and the palm was sweating...

With a smile, she slowly approached him...

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