An Nuan looked at Doyle closely, watching as his black pistol touched her forehead directly.
An Nuan¡¯s eyes moved slightly.
Southeast direction?
¡°Is Xiao Nanchen reminding her that the sniper is in the southeast?
With Xiao Nanchen¡¯s insight, he could accurately know immediately which direction the sniper would choose, so he reminded her.
An Nuan tried to calm herself, "Doyle, I can't run away. Can you let me go before I die."
Doyle¡¯s eyes moved slightly.
"When I don't want to die, I will still do it this way, at least, so that my body is free."
Doyle looked at Annuan for a few seconds.
Then slowly, he put down the pistol.
"Even if you want to live a few more minutes and deliberately delay time, I will help you." Doyle said, "I love your An Nuan, but unfortunately, you have failed me."
An Nuan was silent.
There was no response from Doyle.
Doyle approached Annuan and helped her untie the rope.
An Nuan's body twisted.
Seems to be uncomfortable.
In fact, I am deliberately adjusting my position.
Adjust to the southeast direction.
Then Doyle was facing her, with his back to the southeast.
An Nuan tried hard to stay calm.
Don¡¯t let Doyle notice anything strange.
Doyle carefully untied the hemp rope from An Nuan's hand.
He squatted down again, untied the hemp rope from An Nuan's feet, and said, "An Nuan, you're being tricked. The muzzle of the gun has no eye."
"I know." An Nuan replied.
Doyle stood up straight.
Then, he took out the pistol again.
The pistol was pointed at An Nuan's forehead again.
He said, ¡°Do you have any last words?¡±
"I told you, is it useful?" An Nuan asked.
"If you tell me, you may die in peace."
"If I die by your hands, I will never rest in peace."
"You still hate me."
"Isn't this the result you want?" An Nuan sneered.
Doyle also smiled coldly.
yes.
Let An Nuan hate him, let An Nuan regret him, let An Nuan feel his pain.