"Okay, your curiosity is satisfied, where is the evidence you mentioned?"

Stan did not refute, acquiescing to Fu Qian's guess.

"Don't worry, I'll come right away."

Fu Qian looked like he was satisfied with his desire for gossip, and patted Medea on the shoulder, who trembled in fright.

"where are your photos?"

"photo……"

"The one last night, something like an amulet, I guess you probably carry it with you, right?"

"...in the clothes underneath."

Medea lowered her head and glanced at her chest.

"Understood, considering I'm a polite person."

Fu Qian sat still. Not only did he not reach in to get it, but he untied the rope that tied Medea.

Medea, who never expected that she would regain her freedom, first raised her head and glanced at Stan, then rubbed her wrist and stretched it from her chest.

boom!

At the next moment of this ambiguous movement, her movements suddenly accelerated and her body fell down.

At the same time, Stan's hand spurted out fierce fire.

This sudden cooperation can be said to be the ultimate tacit understanding, as if they have been rehearsed thousands of times, and the police and hostages have a clear understanding of each other.

However, when Medea raised her head excitedly, she found that Stan, who had fired the gun, was standing there blankly, staring blankly at his chest.

A sharp kitchen knife was inserted deeply there.

"When people are attacked, they tend to relax their vigilance."

Opposite him, Fu Qian looked at his bloody arm and stepped forward to hold Stan's hand.

After taking the pistol over, he patted the latter's shoulder.
Chapter completed!