The Wife I Picked Up Is Too Fierce

their heads were shot by Feng Qing and Little Wu.

At this moment, hundreds of armed people rushed over from the surroundings.
These people were all wearing standard equipment and cooperated well.
They moved quickly and killed the remaining dozens of killers on the spot in minutes.

Accompanied by a burst of machine gun, blood gathered into a small river.
Feng Qing walked out from behind the bunker and looked at the mess.
There was no change in her expression.
She was too used to such a scene.

“Woof, woof!” Suddenly, March’s shrill cry sounded.
Feng Qing suddenly looked to the left and found March standing on a large tree.
Its two front feet hung on the branch, and its two hind legs were struggling in the air.

March said in dog language, “Mommy, save me quickly.
I’m stuck!”

Feng Qing smiled bitterly.
Although March was an animal, like humans, it was also afraid of heights.
It must have been because the firepower was too strong just now that it had no place to hide, so it jumped straight into the tree.
Aren’t you coming down? Where did the combat dog go?
Looking at March’s shocked and helpless appearance, Feng Qing personally climbed up the tree to save it.
Fortunately, the tree branch and the ground weren’t too high.
She grabbed March’s two front claws and pulled it into her arms.

Crack! A crisp sound rang out.
Perhaps because March was too heavy, the branch under Feng Qing’s feet broke.
She subconsciously hugged March and fell down the tree.

“Ah!” Feng Qing exclaimed.

“Roar!” March shouted as well.

Duke Raymond ran towards Feng Qing and wanted to catch her, but the speed of her descent was too fast and it was too late.
He could only watch Feng Qing fall to the ground.

Looking at the ground inches away, Feng Qing closed her eyes.
The muscles on her back tensed up as she prepared to bear the heavy fall.
All she could do was protect her head as much as possible.

Accompanied by the fallen leaves and branches, a black figure appeared where Feng Qing had fallen.
In the next second, Feng Qing landed steadily in the black figure’s arms.

Feng Qing opened her eyes in confusion.
What greeted her eyes was a golden mask, but there were no patterns or patterns on it.
It looked very strange.

“Netherworld?!” Feng Qing recognized the man.
It was her instructor, Netherworld, who had the title of King of Killers..