Chapter Sixty-Two: Practice Makes Perfect, One Shot, One Kil

Zhao Lu with a cold smile: "If you don't help me, then I have no choice but to release the video. With such a wonderful scene, I believe you will definitely become famous overnight!"Zhao Lu's face in...Fu Lingxiao looked at the little one who was earnestly massaging him, a rare tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Never complaining, never tiring herself out, at only eighteen years old, she truly doesn't need to be so mature.

He held the little girl's tiny hand and pulled her into his arms, "I'm not tired today. When I am tired another day, I'll have you give me a massage."

"Okay."

Mu Xing lay on the man's chest, tilting her little head to look at him, "Then uncle needs to call me when you need it, okay My skills are no worse than a professional, I guarantee you'll be very comfortable."

When necessary...

Technology....

Comfortable…

From the rearview mirror, I watched Yun Tuo in the back seat, and listening to these words come out of his little mouth almost made me laugh out loud.

This is all such suggestive language, it's too easy to misinterpret!

Looking at the man in the back row again, that face which was both divinely handsome and hateful, replied with a composed expression and an earnest tone, “Yes.”

Yunto secretly admired him, worthy of being their Fu Ye, his realm was indeed high!

The convoy is about to enter the only road leading to Imperial Manor.

Suddenly!

The leading Rolls-Royce Phantom seemed to run over some sharp obstacle. With two "bangs," the tires exploded directly.

The speeding vehicle suddenly lost control, like a wild horse off its reins, swerving and crashing along the road, veering far from its original path.

The vehicles behind wanted to follow up and see what was happening, but four sedans suddenly merged from the side lanes and parked in a row, directly blocking them.

In another direction, four sedans also drove in parallel and straight toward the out-of-control Rolls Royce Phantom!

"Bang!"

As a thunderous crashing sound echoed, four sedans surrounded the Rolls-Royce Phantom from all directions, forcing it to come to a halt.

Next, a group of men in black with sunglasses got out of the car, each holding a gun, pointing it at them, and started shooting directly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The window is made of bulletproof glass, bullets hitting the surface are directly deflected and leave no trace.

Yun Tuo scanned the assassins outside the car, his eyes somewhat indifferent. Following Fu Lingxiao for these years, he had experienced too many assassination attempts. Fighting in gunfire and bloodshed was commonplace.

Is this it Such a small stage.

The man in the back row hung his head, his expression bland, but a hint of a smile played on his lips as he asked the little girl in his arms, "Are you afraid"

Mu Xing looked up into the man's deep eyes, the sound of bullets whizzing past her ears. She lifted her delicate pink lips and said, "I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with my uncle."

The man's smile deepened at the corner of his lips. He stroked the little girl's fair cheek, "You'll be with me, so you'll encounter these situations often. For your safety, you'll need to learn how to handle them."

His profound eyes swept across the car window, a glint of killing intent flashing. "How about we use them to practice"

Uncle's life seemed peaceful, but it was actually hiding danger.

"Good." Mu Xing readily agreed. Her uncle was her boss, and she naturally had a responsibility to protect him.

Fu Lingxiao drew a gun from his waist and demonstrated to Mu Xing how to disassemble the magazine, load and unload bullets, as well as how to grip and aim.

A set of movements, flowing and graceful, dashing and unrestrained yet elegant.

Mu Xing stared straight at the man, her doe eyes sparkling with adoration. Her little uncle holding a gun was so handsome!

Fu Lingxiao saw that the little girl was stunned, and tapped her forehead with his finger, "Do you understand"

Mù Xīng covered her forehead and nodded slightly.

Fu Lingxiao placed the gun in her hand, Mu Xing followed the man's demonstration step by step, not a single misstep. Even the grip was standard, her learning ability was terrifyingly strong.

Let's practice!

Mu Xing was eager to try.

"Cloud Expansion, provide cover."

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing and sat in the back seat of the passenger side, rolled down the window.

“Alright, Master Fu!”

Yun Tuo instantly retracted his lazy posture, pulling out his gun as he rolled down the car window.

A killer saw the car window open and immediately aimed his gun. Mu Xing raised her gun without hesitation, pulled the trigger without batting an eye.

"Bang!"

The assassin fell to the ground, shot.

From raising the gun to aiming and then firing, it all happened in less than a second.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the little girl in his arms, his eyes slightly stunned. When people first fired a gun, they would feel fear and hesitation was inevitable, but she didn't hesitate at all, and she shot so accurately.

This was truly beyond his expectations.

He curved his lips into a faint smile. “Not bad.”

Yun Tuo also cast an admiring glance at Mu Xing, "Miss Mu Xing, you are amazing! I thought you had trained!"

Mu Xing blinked her big eyes, "This is not difficult, it's similar to throwing darts."

At this time, the other killers saw that the car window on this side was opened and they all came over.

Yun Tuo raised his handgun, "Miss Mu Xing, you just play your game. With me here, no one can hurt you even a little bit."

China's No. 1 sharpshooter is no joke.

"Thank you, Uncle Yuntuo!"

Mu Xing held the gun in one hand, as if she didn't need to aim deliberately. With the movement of her hand, every shot was precise and deadly.

Within less than a minute, all the assassins surrounding the car were dead.

Fresh blood pooled on the ground, forming a river...

"All solved!"

Mu Xing retracted her hand and returned the gun to Fu Lingxiao.

Yun Tuo stared in disbelief, turning to Mu Xing, "Miss Mu Xing, you've never practiced before"

"That's right, doesn't Uncle Yuntuo believe me"

Mu Xing blinked her big eyes, her face full of innocence, not showing the slightest trace of lying.

Yuntuo chose to believe, and was even more surprised.

First time playing, hitting every shot, this little cutie's talent is terrifying!

He vaguely felt that the title of China's No. 1 marksman would soon be passed on to someone else.

Soon, the bodyguard who was held back also dealt with the killer, drove over, moved the car on top of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, and opened the door.

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing in his arms, carrying a pink satchel, as he stepped out of the car. He turned his head and glanced faintly at the road in the distance, "Are there any survivors"

The bodyguard replied, "I left one in the car."

"Take him back and interrogate him thoroughly."

After saying this, he took Mu Xing onto another car. Yun Tuo arranged for someone to clean up the scene and then got in the car himself.

At the villa gate, Wu Guanjia, who had stretched his neck and peered for over an hour, finally saw a car coming back.

but it wasn't the car that the young master sat in.

He immediately realized what had happened. As soon as the car stopped, he ran up anxiously, "Young Master, Little Mu Xing, are you alright"

Mu Xing got out of the car and rushed to Wu Guanjia with a sweet smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Guanjia, we're fine."

When Wu, the butler, saw Mu Xing was unharmed, he immediately went to examine Fu Lingxiao. Seeing that the young master was also safe and sound, the anxiety in his heart finally subsided.

"It's good that you're alright, go eat now."rs in the corners of her eyes. She looked pitiful and pathetic, yet incredibly charming.Thinking that he had bullied her into this state, Fu Lingxiao's handsome face was filled with pride, his sexy th...