Zhan Lele waved his hand and hit three flying knives, but all of them were own goals. One was to deflect Wu Zhaochen's knife, the other was to activate Teng Weixiang's pen, and the third one was even more outrageous.
Standing on the huge chandelier above Teng Weixiang's head, Zhan Lele suddenly felt that his face was dull and he had been embarrassed by the old man. The masked murderer shouted, waved the silenced vacuum cleaner in his hand and hit Teng Weixiang. Teng Weixiang
Momentarily losing ground and having nothing to stop him, he could only watch as the murderer smashed the vacuum cleaner towards him.
At this moment, the chandelier above the murderer's head made a "squeak" sound, and then the railway chain broke, falling from above with a crash and hitting the murderer's head.
"Oh, be careful!" Zhan Lele was the first to notice that the chandelier had fallen, and immediately shouted to Teng Weixiang and the murderer.
Teng Weixiang was the most alert. He pushed his body hard against the chair, then immediately spun around and fell in front of the desk.
The murderer was caught off guard and looked up, and saw the huge crystal chandelier falling down with a crash.
With a loud bang, the huge chandelier fell heavily on the murderer's face, and then his whole body fell to the floor.
The murderer's body fell to the floor, and his fingers twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
After seeing the murderer being crushed, Wu Zhaochen quickly jumped over, moved the desk, helped Teng Weixiang up, and asked with great concern: "Wei Xiang, are you okay? Are you injured or something?!"
But Teng Weixiang smiled and shook his head, indicating to Wu Zhaochen not to worry about Xi. Then Teng Weixiang looked at Zhan Lele and said with a smile: Mr. Zhan, it’s all thanks to you this time. If it weren’t for you, I might have been killed.”
Hearing Teng Weixiang thanking Zhan Lele, Wu Zhaochen immediately became extremely unhappy and said angrily: "Wei Xiang, you actually thanked her. She didn't do anything to help, and it was all a waste of help. She waved
Three flying knives were fired, but none of them could hit the murderer. What's even more speechless is that one of the flying knives actually hit the chandelier!"
Teng Weixiang smiled indifferently and said: "Zhaochen, didn't you also see it? If Mr. Zhan hadn't shot the chandelier with a flying knife just now, the murderer wouldn't have been hit by the chandelier falling down. So no matter what, Mr. Zhan
They all saved my life."
Wu Zhaochen laughed dryly and said: "Ha, all this is just a coincidence, an absolute coincidence, he calls a blind cat a dead mouse!"
Zhan Lele, however, stood aside and only listened. As Wu Zhaochen said, his flying knife was obviously aimed at the murderer, but he did not expect that it drew an arc and hit the huge chandelier.
Above, the iron chain of this huge chandelier was stabbed by a flying knife just now, and then an incredible scene occurred.
Wu Zhaochen walked under the huge chandelier and saw that the murderer's entire body was pressed under the chandelier, and bright red blood slowly flowed out along the glass slag of the chandelier. Wu Zhaochen squatted down and reached out to hold him down.
There was a pulse at the murderer's wrist, and his brows furrowed from time to time.
"Zhaochen, how are you? Is this person alive yet?" Teng Weixiang and Wu Zhaochen asked.
Wu Zhaochen shook his head and said: "No more, he is dead, his pulse is gone."
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