Chapter 88 Who is Faster
After Nan Zhuoyuan left, Nan Yu sent her location to Song Yingqing and asked her to come over to gather and go home.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no reply from Song Yingqing.
Nan Yu couldn't help but frown and called her directly.
No one heard.
She suppressed her anxiety and made three more calls.
Still no one answered!
Nan Yu's face darkened. She immediately hailed a taxi and told the location of the abandoned factory.
Soon, she returned to the place where she had asked Song Yingqing to hide.
Only the motorcycle was parked alone in the darkness.
There was no trace of Song Yingqing around.
"Yingqing's most precious thing is this motorcycle. If she leaves, she must ride it with her, and she hasn't sent me any messages."
Nan Yu looked at the abandoned factory in the distance, thinking of Anjou who had escaped and the deadly weapons she carried with her.
"It could only be that Yingqing had an accident!"
For a moment she felt uneasy, as if a stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Nan Yu gritted her teeth and went straight into the scrap factory again.
After entering, they found that Yan Ren had already left with Jiang Feishun and Chang Sumeng, and there was no one inside.
Nan Yu shouted again and again.
"Yingqing."
"Song Yingqing!"
……
Half an hour later, she searched the entire abandoned factory but found no trace of Ying Qing.
Nan Yu frowned, and the expression on her face became increasingly ugly.
"Are you looking for a woman with a helmet and red hair?"
At this moment, a cold and distant voice came from behind.
Nan Yu recognized the voice instantly, turned around suddenly, and saw Anru, who had escaped earlier, had returned again without her knowing.
Now he was squatting on the wall, staring down at Nan Yu, playing with the black weapon in his hand.
Nan Yu met the mocking eye, she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Anru warily.
"Where is she?"
Anjou hooked his index finger on the trigger and the gun spun between his fingers like a flower.
She smiled wryly and said, "Guess."
Nan Yu stared at her expression carefully, not missing any changes in her eyes.
The next second, she said directly: "She is not in your hands."
After saying this, she no longer cared about Anjou on the wall and planned to look for Song Yingqing somewhere else.
Anjou showed a surprised expression and looked at Nanyu as if she had seen a ghost.
She quickly adjusted her expression, sneered, and pointed the gun at Nan Yu's head.
"If you take one more step forward, I will kill you."
Nan Yu stopped and looked at Anru without fear.
"Which do you think is faster, your gun or mine?"
When Anjou heard this, she instantly remembered the scene tonight when Nanyu came down from the second floor and kicked her gun away in a millisecond, and her face turned dark.
"I was unprepared before, but now..."
Before he could finish his words, a shadow flashed by in front of him.
Then, she felt a cold foreign object touching her brow.
Anjou looked up and saw the gun that was originally in her hand.
Going a little further up, he met Nan Yu's eyes that were as clear as water and cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Nan Yu pressed the gun tightly against her forehead and said coldly, "Who is faster, you or my gun?"
There was a threat of death in the air.
"Gudong."
Anjou could clearly hear the sound of herself swallowing saliva, and the sweat soaked her entire back.
Seeing Nan Yu pulling the trigger, she spoke hurriedly in order to save her life.
"Aren't you looking for that woman? I saw someone taking her away."