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"Zhang Zimo, what do you want to do! Put down the gun!" Shen Qing was very good at shooting, but he had to worry about the woman Zhang Zimo was holding hostage.
"Brother Zimo, I believe you are a good policeman. If you go back with this police officer, you will be able to prove your innocence." Tang Xiange, who was held hostage, did not know how dangerous her situation was. She always believed that her childhood sweetheart, brother Zimo, would not harm her.
Zhang Zimo, who was covered in blood, sneered, "Go back? Innocent? I'm sorry Ge'er, I also want to be a good policeman and be your good husband, but my dad is in their hands, I can't help it..."
Shen Qing frowned. Su Jingnan would be there in another five minutes. She put down the hand holding the gun and said, "Zimo, we have been partners for so many years. If you have any difficulties, tell me and I will definitely help you! We will rescue your uncle. You haven't made a big mistake yet. Come back with me and we will find a solution! Trust me!"
"We have been partners for so many years, don't I understand how selfless you are?! Don't think that I don't know that you just want to delay time!" Zhang Zimo put his hand around Tang Xiange's neck, glanced at his watch, and suddenly became irritated, "Ge'er, I'm sorry."
Boom...