Chapter 1332
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However, before Yuan Hen could heave a sigh of relief, he was pushed back into the driver's seat by the people in the backseat. His eyes landed in front of him. Before his pupils could focus, he heard a gunshot. A powerful force pierced through his entire back and chest.
Yuan Hen felt a sharp pain. All he saw was a round hole in the windshield.
It was the mark of a bullet.
Yuan Hen's eyes widened in disbelief.
He had no idea when he could move. His head slowly drooped down and he looked at his chest. Fresh blood was gushing out.
Yuan Hen instinctively raised his hand and pressed it against his chest. Blood flowed through the gaps between his fingers, and his face gradually turned pale.
The car came to a stop automatically. Huo Yao glanced at the hole in the windshield expressionlessly from the backseat. She pursed her lips slightly before she pushed the door open and got out.
The night breeze blew the strands of hair on her forehead away, revealing her distinct black and white eyes.
Before Yuan Hen lost consciousness, his head slumped weakly against the car door. His unfocused gaze caught sight of the figure in the rearview mirror gradually disappearing into the night like the Grim Reaper.
**
Huo Yao leaned against the seat quietly in the car.
Cheng Ming was driving. He had been following Yuan Hen's car from afar, so he was nearly scared to death when the gunshot rang out.
He looked at Huo Yao, who was perfectly fine in the mirror. He hesitated for a long time before he stammered. "Miss Huo, do you know how to play with guns?"
Cheng Ming's words broke the silence in the car. Huo Yao slowly retracted her gaze from the window. Her eyes were still bright and clear. She contemplated before she replied seriously. "I used to play when I was younger." Cheng Ming's words broke the silence in the car.
Cheng Ming's lips twitched. She had played with guns when she was younger?
Didn't she play with toy guns when she was younger?
So Huo Yao was playing with him again.
Cheng Ming coughed and decided to change the topic. "Yuan Hen..."
"Oh, he won't die."
Huo Yao shrugged. She still remembered the torture methods in the Security Bureau. She would feel bad if she did not invite him to have a taste of it.
After all, Old Third Huo's second life was almost lost again.
Cheng Ming coughed and said, "Shall I send the surveillance footage to the Security Bureau later?"
"It doesn't matter."
In the afternoon, Huo Yao recovered some of the surveillance footage from the medical school. Since Yuanhuan was a thief, she decided to give him a big present.
Tonight's shot was a gift to prove that he was a thief.
The injured man was the thief from that night?
Who wouldn't build one?
Huo Yao pursed her lips.
**
The next day, medical school.
Director's office.
Not long after the director arrived at the office, his assistant hurriedly came to find him.
"You said someone from the Institute of Virology is looking for me?" The director looked at his assistant in astonishment. Didn't he just go to the Virology Institute yesterday? In the end, everyone parted on bad terms.
"Yes, Director Wang came in a threatening manner. He said that he wanted to reason with you," the assistant said quickly.
The dean frowned. Reason with him?
He must be crazy.
After a pause, the dean said, "Alright, call him to my office."
"Yes."
Before long, the assistant brought Director Wang into the office.
Director Wang was holding a document in his hand. He slammed it heavily on the dean's desk. "Director Cao, please take a look at this. I didn't want to tell you, but your medical school was a little overbearing. I thought about it all night, and the Institute of Virology doesn't want to be blamed for something like this."
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