Thriller Game: The Mad Beauty Who Has No Martial Morality

Before they even reached the control room, the strong smell of blood was already wafting to the tip of their noses. Several police officers holding guns were lying on the ground in a mess, with blood dripping from their bodies and spitting blood at their mouths.

Xia Lingge knelt down and stretched out his hand to detect their breathing. Without exception, all of them lost their vitality. Xia Lingge raised his hand and closed the eyes of a dead man with his eyes open.

Where is dad?
Xia Lingge swept his eyes one by one, but never saw Xia's father. Maybe... this was a good thing.

Another gunshot was heard not far away.

Xia Lingge checked the pistol he was holding again, and then slowly approached the location of the gunshot along the wall. He saw Xia's father leading three or four people gathered in front of a door. They clung to the wall, holding hands. Holding the gun, they were ready with a solemn expression. Although everyone was covered in blood, they still did not relax.

Xia Lingge just covered her body and took a sneak peek, but did not disturb them. When she glanced around, she accidentally saw a figure vaguely hidden in the opposite corner. The straight suit he wore was a little messy and wrinkled, but not stained with much blood. , holding the gun in his hand still looked like he was strategizing in his memory.

——Qin Sheng.

He is here, so who will the father and the others be surrounding...

Qin Sheng raised his pistol and pointed it at Xia's father's back, while Xia Lingge aimed and fired one step faster than him.

'boom--'!
Bullets fired.

The sudden gunshots frightened the people who were about to break in. Xia's father and the police officers shot at the source of the sound. Xia Lingge retracted his head, put down his pistol and squatted down in a self-protective posture. At the corner of the wall, she closed her eyes slightly and waited for the sound of gunfire to pass, and then the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps approaching.

"Lingge?!"

Xia's father was shocked when he saw Xia Lingge for the first time, and then became extremely angry: "Who let you in?! It's just nonsense!"

Xia Lingge picked up the pistol again and held it, straightened up and called "Dad". His eyes passed over him and fell to the position where the bullet had just been fired. He could only see a bullet hole in the wall, and nothing else. Did he miss it?
Or……

"Sorry." She quickly withdrew her gaze and thoughts, trying to apologize to her father as sincerely as possible.

Father Xia's face still looked ugly. There seemed to be a gunshot wound on his right arm, and gurgling blood was flowing out, but his hand holding the gun still did not shake.

Nonsense! What a nonsense!
Xia's father wanted to give her a long lecture, but it would be a waste of time to say anything now.

Although Father Xia was facing Xia Lingge face to face, his attention never left the room he had just surrounded. At this moment, the door handle of the door suddenly turned. Father Xia's eyes widened and he rushed forward towards Xia Lingge. He shouted loudly: "Get out of the way!"

'Bang-bang-bang-'

Several gunshots rang out at the same time.

Xia's father protected Xia Lingge firmly to prevent her from being harmed, and the gunshots seemed to be getting closer and closer. Xia Lingge's half-downcast eyes flashed with a dark light. He flipped a scarlet dagger in his right hand, turned the blade of the dagger outward, and threw it towards the corridor.

But for a split second, those gunshots suddenly became silent as if pressing a pause button.

Father Xia raised his head and slowly looked toward the outer corridor. There was nothing except a dagger that glowed red.

Left? (End of chapter)