Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1736 - 1725: Making a Move to Resolve the Crisis

The sudden darkness not only interfered with the opponent's firepower but also warned the hitman couple.With the skills of this assassin couple, they maneuvered effortlessly in an environment where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

"When the gunfire starts, remember to get down."

Considering Alice's performance, Ning Fan had already made a habit of reminding her.

Each time in such situations, he instinctively treated her like an ordinary girl, rather than a Blood Clan member with some of the Earl's power.

"Okay!"

Secretly watching Ning Fan, Alice's eyes sparkled, relishing the feeling of being cared for and protected.

The door opened, and a slender white man in a black trench coat appeared, surrounded by several bodyguards.

Mrs. Smith, who had been indifferent all along, suddenly had a gaze that became as sharp as an eagle's.

Throwing the cigarette, spreading her legs, grabbing the gun, shooting,

As Ning Fan imagined, the sequence of actions took less than a second.

And Mrs. Smith's aim was exceedingly accurate, hitting the white man's forehead and dropping him instantly.

At the very moment Mrs. Smith threw the cigarette, Mr. Smith received the signal, shoved a dancer aside, and quickly picked up the fruit knife on the table.

As the gunfire rang out, there were two dull thuds at the fire exit, and the two Guards fell dead with knives in their hearts.

So far, the plan was proceeding very smoothly, and with Ning Fan's eyesight, he could even see the smile on the corners of the assassin couple's mouths.

Noticing the couple's tense muscles, posing like leopards ready to sprint, Ning Fan smiled faintly and tossed the grapes in his hand like an Immortal scattering flowers.

The grapes scattered in all directions at the speed of bullets.

Whether it was the laser disco ball or the emergency lights, the grapes accurately knocked out all the light sources inside.

The sudden darkness made the Smith couple's faces tense, their intentions to sprint came to an abrupt halt.

Just as they were puzzled by the unfolding scene,

The sound of gunfire burst forth, like thousands of firecrackers cracking and popping.

In the darkness, ten or so flying Fire Dragons appeared.

Hearing the gunfire and the impact range of the bullets, the top-notch hitman couple instantly realized,

In the darkness, they glanced at each other, relief flashing in their eyes,

If not for the unexpected change, delaying their escape action.

In the next second, they would have been riddled with bullets.

Then both realized a problem simultaneously, "We've been exposed!"

"Kill them for me. Whoever kills them, I'll give a million bounty."

Upon hearing the roar, the couple's faces turned extremely ugly, they already recognized this as the target's voice.

"Someone betrayed us."

Thinking of this, a boundless rage arose in the Smiths' hearts, which then turned into a sinister smile.

"Let me show you what a top-tier assassin really looks like."

Using the cover of the night, this top-notch killer couple reaped lives like death itself.

Seeing the muzzle flash, Mrs. Smith calmly and orderly launched a counterattack.

Every shot she fired resulted in a death.

Soon, the once-intense gunfire became increasingly sparse.

The continuous deaths of their comrades made these gunmen retract their previously arrogant expressions.

Some even started to slack off, knowing that recklessly firing would expose their positions.

But despite this, they couldn't stop the coming of death.

With agility mismatching his age, Mr. Smith sneaked in silence like a leopard.

During the earlier gunfight, he had memorized the approximate positions of the gunmen.

These cowering gunmen were oblivious that someone with a dagger was stealthily approaching their comrades' necks.

Each thud stimulated someone's tense nerves.

"You useless bunch, fire at them. I'll give a ten million bounty to whoever kills them..."

Gunfire, then silence.

"What a fool. They're sharpshooters, your shout just made you a sitting duck."

Seeing someone die with open eyes, Ning Fan shook his head silently, not genuinely blaming them for foolishness.

Under the bodyguards' arrangements, the hiding spot was well-chosen; it should have been impossible for Mrs. Smith to hit him with normal trajectories.

So, he had the guts to offer such a hefty bounty.

But...

"But who would've thought that the damn bullet would curve."

Confirming he hadn't seen wrong, Ning Fan noticed that when Mrs. Smith fired that shot, the bullet's trajectory curved, bypassing the obstructing sofa, directly hitting his forehead.

"Bullets curving, not even Gods can stop it. This guy didn't die unjustly."

Ning Fan unwittingly recalled a renowned show.

The show mentioned that bullet curving had some scientific basis; a rapid wrist flick upon shooting creates great acceleration, something about centrifugal force...

"But somehow, I just can't believe it."

Ning Fan shook his head and said to Alice, "Let's go."

The target was dead, most gunmen were too, and the Smith couple were absolutely safe, so there was no need for him to stay.

With Ning Fan's and Alice's skills, they moved like true phantoms, leaving without alerting anyone.

Strolling on the Las Vegas streets, Alice asked, puzzled, "Were the ones they killed bad guys?"

Ning Fan smiled faintly, "Perhaps. But they're surely not good guys."

"That's good."

The innocent and kind Alice clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

The cold, detached manner with which the Smiths claimed lives had already shaken her initial intentions.

Watching a police car whizzing by, rushing in the direction of the scene.

"I wonder if they can escape the police capture."

Medicine can't cure the dead, and the Buddha saves those who are fated.

Ning Fan had done his part; whether they lived or died from here on was beyond his control.

As Ning Fan and Alice discussed which hotel to stay at,

Alice suddenly shouted, "Mrs. Smith, over here."

Seeing the two pairs of stunned eyes fifty meters ahead.

Ning Fan felt a headache, Alice's naïveté truly left him speechless.

Faced like this, the Smiths couldn't simply ignore them like last time.

"Young man, who would've thought we'd meet here in Las Vegas."

Mr. Smith maintained his cheerful demeanor, but Ning Fan clearly sensed a nuance from his gaze.

Panic, shock, awkwardness, suspicion...

Probably even Mr. Smith himself hadn't expected such coincidental events to occur in this world.

Had he not known in advance that Ning Fan and Alice were coming to Las Vegas, Smith might have started to suspect.

Ning Fan laughed, "Indeed. As we say in Huaxia, this is fate."

"Indeed, it's fate. Pity there's no opportunity today, or we surely would have a good drink together."

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