Hmm?
The assassin froze!
A chill seeped in from his spine, making his scalp go numb.
Through the sniper scope, he clearly saw that the bullet, as if frozen, was suspended right in front of those two children.
Terrified, his legs trembled and grew so soft that he could not even stand.
The little one said in her milky voice, "Sister, is this a bullet?"
Beibei looked across the way. "Mhm, did it come from over there?"
Ling Yun did not need to mind them at all. He knew about what had happened just now, and it was not his doing either; rather, Beibei and the little one had frozen the bullet in place.
"Aha, send it back." The little one made a suggestion.
Beibei's eyes suddenly lit up!
"Mhm-nah, mhm-nah!"
Beibei simply flicked the bullet with her finger, leaving the assassin in shock!
What was he seeing again?
The bullet was coming back?
It was flicked back by Long Beibei with just a finger—how absurd!
Bang...
Cough, cough...
The assassin was headshot and sent off to collect his boxed meal. The bullet pierced right through his head, shattering it as easily as a watermelon!
Regrets?
No!
He did not regret doing this; even if he could do it over, he would still choose to kill!
Because he needed money to carouse, go to nightclubs, and stay out all night. The mission brief had stated that anyone who accepted the task and failed would still receive five million.
Who could have imagined that a single failure would cost him his life? But at least he would still get the money, and he had a mistress.
"Daddy, did you see that just now?" the little one asked in her milky voice.
"Handsome uncle, I am the most amazing."
"Yes, yes, yes!