"Dead!" The figure stared at the corpse and muttered, squatting down and pulling off the veil of the black man.

"Don't move!"

Ye Cheng has seen carelessness, but has not seen such afterthought, he put the gun in the back of the man's neck, listen to the voice just now, should be the person he knows.

The man put down his gun, raised his hands and made a surrender. "Don't shoot yourself!"

"Who the fuck is your own man!" Ye Cheng choked with laughter, deliberately pretending not to know him, and pushed the gun against the man's back head.

"Hello! Hello! It's no fun to play like that!" The man...