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Chapter 462: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)

Huo Tingchuan's bullet hit the man's hand.

Everyone thought that Huo Tingchuan's target was him, so they did not intercept the two people who were leaving.

Until I heard Huo Tingchuan ask.

"Who was that woman just now?"

Everyone looked at each other, no one knew.

Upon seeing this, Manager Tian said with the intention of currying favor.

"Her name is Wang Zixu. Her family is in the mineral business. She married another wealthy businessman with a dowry of 100 million."

Huo Tingchuan sneered after hearing this.

Looks like life is good.

But why?

at the same time.

Song Yuesheng pulled Zhang Yitong and trotted her to the bathroom on the same floor.

She locked the door and told Zhang Yitong to change into the clothes in her backpack.

"Xiao Song, it turns out that the bag you asked me to carry contained the clothes from before."

But Zhang Yitong still didn't understand.

"Why don't we just go instead of changing into another set in the bathroom?"

Song Yuesheng explained: "The red skirt is conspicuous, and if you walk out openly, you will be easily followed."

Having said that, she began to take action.

She lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, revealing the black skirt underneath, then she took out a pair of scissors from her backpack and cut off the excess red skirt fabric.

Song Yuesheng urged as he put on his dark grey coat.

"The bathroom can't be closed for a long time. By the way, change your lipstick color and tie your hair up later."

Zhang Yitong suddenly realized and changed her coat.

No wonder the family’s driver said someone was following her.

Bodyguards were also sent to follow him during that period.

It turns out that's why.

Xiao Song is two years younger than her. Are the courses they study so different?

After the two of them changed, Song Yuesheng threw his backpack out of the bathroom window.

She passed by at noon.

Behind it is where the auction house’s garbage is dumped.

Garbage trucks will not start collecting garbage from the garbage station until 11 o'clock at night in all directions of Sangcheng.

The two of them walked out of the bathroom arm in arm, talking and laughing.

not far away.

Changzi was forced to stop and look at the woman next to him.

"What's wrong, Sister Shan?"

Luo Xiangshan retracted her gaze: "One of the two women who just walked downstairs is her. I will report to the young commander, you quickly go and stop her, and make sure she doesn't leave the auction house."

"Yes, Sister Shan."

Changzi received the order and chased after him excitedly.

He hasn't exercised for a long time.

Huo Tingchuan was not on the invitation list, and the person in charge of the auction house arranged him in the last row according to his request.

When Luo Xiangshan entered, the auction had already begun.

She tiptoed to Huo Tingchuan and reported in a low voice.

"Young Marshal, we just saw someone, she was about to go downstairs. I have asked Changzi to stop her."

Huo Tingchuan frowned slightly: "Leaving before the auction started..."

Luo Xiangshan asked: "Young Marshal is worried that there is a fraud?"

Huo Tingchuan raised his eyes from the sign-in sheet in his hand, glanced around, and found that there was only one empty seat.

But it doesn't match.

Including her and the target, there should be two.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Huo Tingchuan suppressed his discomfort and asked: "What was the target location you checked before?"

"26."

Huo Tingchuan's heart sank.

He put down the sign-in sheet in his hand, stood up and ordered, "Take me to them now."

Luo Xiangshan noticed that the aura lingering around Huo Tingchuan suddenly changed.

She hesitated for a moment in surprise before nodding in agreement.

Xia Pingwan's position was close to the door.

Looking at Huo Tingchuan who didn't notice her at all, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

But it was obviously her own wish not to have anything to do with him.

Otherwise, dreams will be used.

Xia Pingwan shook her head.

forget about it.

Keep bidding.

She raised her number plate and shouted confidently: "50!"

**

Meanwhile on the first floor.

Song Yuesheng played with the stolen pistol and looked at Changzi with a smile.

"Now, it's your turn to beg for mercy. Now, as long as you tell me who sent you, I will let you go. I mean what I say."

"Cough." Changzi stood up shakily from the ground.

He glanced to the left, then stared at Song Yuesheng, and speculated: "Your parents are just ordinary businessmen. Your family has never hired bodyguards or taught you any fighting training. But Song Yuesheng, you should be more than just a reporter. There has never been a reporter like you in Sangcheng."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow.

"Wow. You investigated so thoroughly. That makes it even more difficult for me to let you go."

She pulled the trigger lightly and hit Changzi's thigh accurately.

Changzi's face suddenly changed, his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.

Pain and astonishment were intertwined on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yuesheng turned to the right at an astonishing speed.

The gun in his hand was like the god of death's scythe, drawing an arc of death.

The man hiding in the corner had no time to react. He only felt a heat in his chest, followed by a sharp pain.

He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, with a shocking bloody hole on his body, which quickly dyed his collar red.

Just now.

A door that was originally closed opened.

Behind the door, Zhang Yitong's trembling figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were red and swollen.

A gunman stood behind her, the black muzzle of his gun pressed against her temple.

Zhang Yitong said fearfully: "Xiao Song..."

Song Yuesheng held his forehead and shook his head: "What a mistake. I didn't expect that the guard at the auction house was also one of your people."

No wonder he agreed to let Zhang Yitong go in and hide.

Chen Si neither admitted nor denied it.

He pinched Zhang Yitong's neck and put the muzzle of the gun closer to her temple: "I advise you to drop the gun honestly, otherwise your friend will die."

Song Yuesheng agreed: "I will fire the gun, and you release my friend."

Chen Si: "Okay, we can do it at the same time."

Zhang Yitong struggled violently, her eyes red from lack of oxygen. She shouted with all her strength, "No, Xiao Song, if you shoot, we will both die. If you hold it, we at least have a chance of survival."

"Xiao Song, don't bother with him!"

However, Song Yuesheng seemed not to hear it.

She bent down and slowly placed the gun on the ground.

The moment she was put on the ground, Zhang Yitong was pushed away forcefully.

boom!

The bullet flew towards Song Yuesheng.

She reacted very quickly and somersaulted to the side to avoid it.

However, even so, her entire left arm hit the wall with a dull sound, and the pain made her frown instantly.

Followed by.

The second bullet came towards her.

"Xiao Song!"

"do not come!"

Song Yuesheng yelled and quickly stood up to avoid it.

However, the bullet passed just past her cheek, leaving a shocking bloody mark.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and sweat flowed down her forehead.

So many people want to kill the original owner.

She had a hard time fighting back, how could the original owner not die?

"The auction house is not the place for shooting and fighting. Tonight is Doe's Auction House's public auction which takes place once every three years. This is definitely not the time to cause trouble."

Huo Tingchuan?

Song Yuesheng was stunned for a moment.

She noticed that the gun-wielding security guard, Chen Si, had put his gun down.

But at this time.

Another bullet flew towards her.

Song Yuesheng dodged sideways.

The right leg holding the gun sprained.

It hurts.

She followed it and looked.

The bullet was fired by a man who gave his name as Changzi.

He was shot in the thigh.

Still fighting.

Song Yuesheng complained.

But the next moment, Huo Tingchuan shot him several more times.

Song Yuesheng didn't have time to think about why he came.

Because she was in pain all over and couldn't stand up.

Song Yuesheng waved to Zhang Yitong: "Old Zhang, come and help me."

"okay."

However, when Zhang Yitong saw Huo Tingchuan walking in front of him, she backed off.

After all, this is the young marshal who led the army and fought Yizhou for several years.

There was little mention of it in newspapers.

Not like the other one.

Even in the newspapers of Sangcheng, one can often see mentions of Marshal Qi or Mr. Qi.

Huo Tingchuan walked up to Song Yuesheng and bent down.

I saw that her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to both sides of her cheeks.

The red on the lips doesn't lift the eyes either.

Messy and disheveled.

Her eyes were unusually firm.

It’s hard to imagine that I’m the same person now as I was just now.

Huo Tingchuan lowered his eyes and covered her mouth and nose with his hands.

now.

The distance between him and her was close to zero.

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes slightly: "Do you want to smother me to death?"

Huo Tingchuan took his hand away and used his thumb to wipe away the shocking bloodstains on her face.

But blood still oozed from the wound.

A hint of annoyance flashed across his gray pupils.

"Wang Zixu, that's completely fictitious. The name is fake. You should think about why you are being targeted."

"You are lucky today, but you may not be so lucky tomorrow."

Song Yuesheng patted his right leg.

"I have a gun. If Marshal Huo doesn't come, Chen Si will be the next one to be shot. It won't be that easy for them to kill me."

Huo Tingchuan took a glance, and then he pinched Song Yuesheng's chin with such force that it almost crushed her bones.

"Hypothetical things are never true. Remember, you owe me your life."

His gaze was like two sharp blades, piercing straight into her eyes, as if he wanted to dissect all her secrets and see them clearly.

Song Yuesheng didn't say anything, his eyes swept over Chen Si and the second female lead Luo Xiangshan.

She thought, maybe she knew who wanted to kill the original owner.