True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

The straight-line distance is 534 meters.

The wind was 2.7 meters per second.

There is no fog, no large dust particles in the air, and high visibility.

Such distance and weather are a rare opportunity for sharpshooters.

A black earphone hangs from his right ear.

A black stretch bodysuit blends in with the night.

This location has a wide view, but it is very hidden and not easy to be found.

There is sound coming from the earphones.

Ready to start?

Not yet. The sharpshooter frowned with the binoculars in his hand. He is accompanied by an old man. When he is alone, I will act.

Not because he was afraid of hurting innocent people, but because he wanted to minimize movement.

The sound in the headphones continued.

I really don't need my help? You tell me his information, and I will act together. He will never escape.

No need. The sharpshooter refused without thinking, How can I share the person I found with you?

billion dollars.

As long as he can complete this reward, he can rest for a few years.

He also found the information with great difficulty, how could he tell other hunters?

Tsk, okay. The voice in the earphone was indifferent, But I can remind you that just a while ago, the ninety-fourth person on the Gunslinger Ranking missed.

You didn't get five bullets in a row. You're dealing with an ordinary person. You have to be careful.

The sharpshooter sneered: Take care of yourself.

He is seventh on the Gunslinger list.

Can the 94th place be compared with him?

What a joke.

The sharpshooter interrupted the interrogation, removed the headset and tossed it aside.

He adjusted the height again and leaned down again.

**

Inside the apartment.

Under Ying Zijin's conditioning, Wen Fengmian's body improved a lot.

Therefore, he insisted on cooking all the dishes tonight, and Wen Tinglan was doing the trick.

It's not expensive, it's all home-cooked, but it's full of color and flavor.

There is a large cake in the center, with candles beside it.

Wen Fengmian took off his apron and wiped his hands: The family is small, so the three of you laughed.

He has lived in Qingshui County for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has come to Shanghai City.

Except for Zhong Manhua, who had been to Qingshui County at the beginning, Wen Fengmian had never been in contact with the four giants, so he was a little worried.

Mr. Wen, what are you talking about. Mr. Zhong got up hurriedly, It's my honor to be here, you are too polite.

On the side, Mr. Fu stared at the cake with straight eyes.

Fu Yun lifted his eyelids and smiled, Grandpa.

Ah? Cough! Mr. Fu coughed and said solemnly, It's not small, I think it's pretty good. Old Man Zhong and I used to squeeze in the same room. What's this?

The older generation has experienced famine, but it is not so precious.

Wen Fengmian was surprised by the attitude of the two old men, but his heart was relieved.

The old man Fu said to the girl again: Zijin, don't think that your grandfather is old or a roaring emperor. He used to be timid and afraid of the dark.

Ying Zijin supported her chin and raised her eyebrows when she heard the words.

Mr. Zhong was so angry that he said, Old man Fu, don't gossip in front of my granddaughter. Do your own calculations. When you were young, how many snacks did you steal from me?

Ying Zijin: ...

Fu Yunshen: ...

Grandpa Fu said triumphantly, that's because you are too stupid to catch me.

Mr. Zhong was furious: Bah!

He gets angry at the mention of this.

When they were kids, they were also brothers who grew up bare-ass.

He has been to Fu's house, and Mr. Fu has also been to Zhong's house.

As a result, every time Mr. Fu came to Zhong's house, his snacks disappeared.

Later, Mr. Zhong found out that Mr. Fu did everything.

Steal his maltose.

Steal his pea yellow.

It is still a bag full of pockets, and there is no slag left for him.

Look, is this what people do?

Wen Tinglan, who had been silent for a long time, finally raised her head, her expression fluctuated slightly.

He has to protect the snacks that his sister bought him.

Because they are my own family, although this birthday is not grand, it is very warm and happy.

Mr. Fu is in poor health, so he has to go back to rest after eating.

Yaoyao, wait for me. Fu Yunshen stood up, I'll send Grandpa back, and come back later.

Huh? Ying Zijin was clearing the plate, the cake is finished, what are you doing back here?

...

He was sure that the child was not ruthless, it was just like that.

Fu Yun smiled helplessly: You can't just celebrate your birthday like this.

Ying Zijin thought for a moment: I think I'm very satisfied.

Brother is still not satisfied. Fu Yun tapped her forehead deeply and said calmly, At nine o'clock, there is a surprise.

On the other side, Mr. Zhong was pulling Wen Fengmian to thank him.

Thank you, thank you so much for taking care of Zijin over the years. If you didn't bring her back, I really don't know...

At this point, I didn't say anything.

Because everyone knows what the outcome will be.

Children over one year old who are lost will starve to death outside even if they are not picked up by traffickers.

Wen Fengmian pushed back the bank card and coughed, This is what I should do.

Mr. Zhong felt that the Wen family's tutoring was really good, and he didn't insist any more: Mr. Wen can find me if you have any difficulties in the future. You can treat the Ying family as rotten Chinese cabbage and not see it.

Wen Fengmian didn't nod or shake his head, smiled, and went to the kitchen to help Ying Zijin wash the dishes.

Mr. Zhong was still sitting at the table drinking, and suddenly remembered something.

hiss.

He seemed to have seen Wen Fengmian somewhere, and he always felt a little familiar.

where is it……

Mr. Zhong thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he took another sip of wine.

He turned his head and pulled the young man: Xiaolan, old man Fu is too bad, come with me two times, don't let me, grandpa is not afraid.

Mr. Zhong also liked Wen Tinglan very much, so he asked him to call him grandpa along with Ying Zijin.

He has a grandson.

He was so happy.

Wen Tinglan looked up and looked at him faintly: ...No.

You want it, you want it. Mr. Zhong couldn't help but push Heizi over, If you win Grandpa, Grandpa will give you a big red envelope.

The last sentence made Wen Tinglan hold the chess piece decisively: Deal.

Mr. Zhong, who hasn't woken up yet: ...

Is there something wrong?

**

Outside.

The sharpshooter was still staring at the roof opposite, but the time was too long, and he was somewhat impatient.

And finally, after waiting for an hour, the man appeared in the sight again.

This time, it was alone.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and there was no one in the community.

very quiet.

The sharpshooter breathed a sigh of relief, raised his muzzle again, and aimed it at the man's head.

Slide your finger to the trigger, ready to pull.

But at this moment, he was tapped on the shoulder.