Chapter 578: If you look good, you can do whatever you want. 10

Jiang Li responded for a second before realizing that he was being played.
He stared coldly at Azhao: "Do you play me?"
Azhao is very sincere and said: "I don't have it. You asked me what organization it was. I thought about it for a long time. I only entered the Communist Youth League when I was in school."
Jiang Li: "..."
His eyes were cold, not much nonsense, and he was attacked by Azhao.
His skill is to train in the direction of assassination, and there is no fancy posture. The shot only pays attention to a quick, awkward and accurate.
Recruitment is the key to getting started.
Jiang Lishi is a very powerful killer.
Unfortunately, he was injured at the moment.
Unfortunately, his opponent is the open A Zhao.
When Azhao’s hand wearing lace gloves was smashed in the car with one hand, Jiang Li’s face was already white and scary.
The white shirt in his black tuxedo had already been soaked in blood.
"Don't move." Azhao sighed.
"I am not an enemy with you. If you want to live, you will get on the bus and go with me."
Jiang Limo a moment, let go of the hand that grabbed A Zhao's wrist, and got into the car silently.
As long as your life is still there, you can make a temporary compromise.
This is his life guideline.
As a new driver without a driver's license, Azhao all the way to the car to fly, but at this time there is no traffic police on the road, all the way to the city, Azhao found a remote and unmonitored place to stop the car She wore a black top hat on her head and took Jiang Li to get off the bus.
The two walked for a while, and Azhao shouted a taxi.
Jiang Li has lost too much blood at this time and has begun to stand unstable.
Fortunately, A Zhaoli is very angry, clutching his arm and making people lean on himself.
Outsiders, this is a pair of intimate couples.
The taxi driver looked at them and looked a little hesitant.
Azhao explained: "My husband and I went to a masquerade party. He drank too much. We are going back."
Masquerade?
No wonder.
The driver put down the war and let the two get on the bus.
When the two of them tossed all the way, when they arrived at the home of Azhao, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.
A Zhao opened the lamp and placed the person on the sofa in the living room.
She took off the courtesy and wig on her head and threw the gloves away.
Jiang Li has been sitting quietly on the sofa.
"Take off your clothes," said Azhao.
Jiang Li slowly looked up at her and whispered, "I can't satisfy you now."
Azhao: "..."
She grinned and smiled, and reached out to his abdomen.
Jiang Li suddenly snorted.
Azhao smiled: "It seems that your injury is not too heavy, and you still have to think about these things."
Jiang Li slowly raised his hand and took off his coat. The white shirt had been stained with blood and looked shocked.
A Zhaojin room took the medicine box that was bought yesterday.
She cut Jiang's shirt and looked at the wound that his abdomen was shot by the bullet.
"The bullet in the wound needs to be taken out. I don't have an anesthetic here," she said calmly.
Jiang Liwei closed his eyes: "Why are you saving me?"
A Zhao looked at him and fluted a bit: "You are like an old man."
Old people?
Jiang Liyi.
He can't remember anything before the age of eighteen, so he can't judge the true and false of A Zhao's sentence.
But this woman is currently not hostile to herself.
Confirmed this, he closed his eyes with confidence, huge exhaustion and pain surrounded him, and instantly fell into a coma.
But the next moment, the intense pain awakened him from a coma.