Chapter 430: Killer fear

I haven't been home for several days, and Yang Zimei is going to go home to see her family.
She didn't want to take Xuehu at first, but it refused. She said that Xiaoqian had gone, and she had to follow along.
Yang Zimei was helpless and had to go out with him.
The buses in city A are often crowded, especially at this time in the evening, it is only twenty minutes to walk anyway, so she chose to walk.
Walking and walking, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring behind my back, seeming to kill.
Tongmu froze slightly, stroking Xuehu's smooth fur, "Xuehu, do you know someone is following us?"
"Well, about twenty meters behind you, that's the man in black." Xuehu squinted his eyes lazily. "I want to assassinate you just because of the goods."
"He has a gun?" Yang Zimei asked.
"I don't know what a gun is."
"It's stupid. I don't even understand guns." Xiao Qian couldn't help smirking. "The man did have a pistol and a sharp blade in his body."
Yang Zimei quickly looked back--
The man met her gaze, but did not back down, but just bowed his head slightly to avoid her gaze, as if he were a normal walker.
Yang Zimei squinted at him, only to see that he had several insidious airs carrying several human lives, refined muscles, and his walking steps were stable and heavy, and his steps were precisely aligned and within one inch of deviation.
This person should be of mercenary origin!
Who wants to hire someone to assassinate themselves?
She is a master. Although she can calculate the good and bad for others, once she is involved, she cannot.
This is what the so-called masters count as not count themselves.
The man put his hand in his trouser pocket, and it was obvious that he was holding a miniature pistol inside.
The modern hot weapon of the gun, even the person with high martial arts, will be very weak in front of it.
Yang Zimei is really unwilling to have such a person behind him.
She looked around, flashing like a phantom, into a small alley next to it.
The killer saw her suddenly flashing into the alley, her eyebrows jumping, her professional sensitivity made him understand that the other party found him.
She was just a weak girl, and he didn't take her to heart, but just wanted to find the right time to kill her.
He chased into the alley and was looking for her figure, but he heard her voice murmured behind him: "Look for me?"
He was startled and turned back, holding his gun tighter, ready to pull it out at any time.
She didn't know what was going on, she stood four meters behind him, a slender white hand, stroking the fur of the fox-like puppy in her arms, smiling. Faint, with droopy eyelids, dark 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 I do n’t know why, a crisis that never felt since her debut has poured into his heart, making him tense in vain, and the muscles in his whole body are tightened. The hand holding the gun in his trouser pocket shuddered slightly, sweating from the palm ...
With a smile, she approached him slowly ...