[MTL, BL] Social Fear Players, Forced to Become King

Chapter 70 Substitute

The blonde woman sat in the yellow Lamborghini, and she parked the car in an inconspicuous corner of the forest.

Dispensable cigarettes tucked between slender fingers. She half-opened the car window, waiting boredly for Makoto Nanami to come out.

However, two hours passed, and there was no movement in the mountains and forests.

Instead, the phone rang.

Belmod put out the cigarette butt and took out his mobile phone, which was the call from the young man.

"It's over? I changed the position of the car, and the location will be sent to you." The woman said.

"It's not." The clear voice of the young man on the opposite side had a strange calmness, as if suppressing something, "You can go up the mountain now."

"What?" Belmod frowned, feeling faintly unusual.

"The boss is looking for you," said Makoto Nanami.

The blond woman wanted to ask questions, but at this time, a timely email message came from the mobile phone, which was from the gentleman, dispelling her suspicions.

Belmod returned to the mountain the same way.

The moment the door to the boss's office opened, Absinthe stopped, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the sight of the goal, the boss lay on the table and didn't know if he was alive or dead. The silver-gray-haired boy was sitting on the solid wood desk, holding the gun belonging to the boss, raised his arm and aimed at the door.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the visitor's head.

"Throw away all the weapons on your body." Taking off all disguise, revealing a face that eclipsed everything around him, the young man added lazily, "Sharon."

His voice has taken on a bit of maturity , Tall and thin, sitting on the desk, already has the unique aura of young people.

Belmod, who clearly recognized the status quo, spread out his hands and raised his hands to signal his innocence.

"What did you do to Mr.?" She couldn't help asking, and glanced behind the desk.

"You wouldn't want to know." Qi Gongcheng smiled and watched the woman remove the knives, guns and other items hidden on her body one by one.

The woman squatted down to unfasten her high boots, her long blond hair hanging down blocked her expression and movements for a while.

In the next second, her agility suddenly burst out, holding a small silver gun in her hand.

Makoto Shichinomiya barely moved, he swung his forearm down, his fingers on the trigger were gently loosened, and a bullet hit the gun the woman was holding without error, swiping her hand.

The silver pistol suddenly swung an arc in the air, landed on the ground in the distance, and spun several times before stopping.

For him, who is already "firearms proficient" at this time, the bullets have been able to hit a hundred shots, not to mention such a close distance.

Belmod snorted and covered his wrist, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

The bullet still scratched her hand, and also numb her wrist.

She was half-kneeling on the ground, raised her head and looked up at the young man who was still sitting there casually. She recalled in a trance that her husband was the same way many years ago, watching her who was forced to take drugs and would never be able to live and die like ordinary people.