My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 732 Reverse Thinking

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"Damn!"

Behind a protruding boulder, a man in black with a sullen face appeared.

It was the third assassin who had gotten out of the car, carrying a case.

Seeing that Ou Changfeng had killed his two comrades and had been hit by a sniper rifle, yet was still able to carry someone and move quickly, he realized he was dealing with a master.

However, the person behind Qing Yi had given a death order, so he could only quickly pick up the spent cartridges, put them into his pocket, and, carrying the sniper rifle and case, followed in pursuit.

"Little apprentice, how are you?"

Qin Wei’er was held in Ou Changfeng’s arms, his injured shoulder continuously dripping bright red blood, which fell on her somewhat panicked little face.

"I won’t die. I must take you out of here, otherwise I can’t explain it to the master!"

Ou Changfeng glanced at the foot of the mountain. There may be a kilometer or two, a bus station convenient for tourists going up the mountain, where one could take a bus, a taxi, and so on.

As long as they could reach the bus station they would be safe. This is Capital City, and those people, no matter how bold, would not dare to shoot at the bus station.

"Thank you, little apprentice!"

Qin Wei’er said gratefully.

"Miss Wei’er, although I am not as handsome as the master, nor do I have such good eloquence. But I, Ou Changfeng, am also a man of my word. I promised the master that I would protect you!"

Thump....

No sooner had Ou Changfeng finished speaking than a bullet flew up from behind.

Crack....

However, the hillside was full of hard pine trees; the bullet didn’t hit Ou Changfeng but instead broke a tree branch.

"Damn...."

The assassin with the sniper rifle muttered a curse under his breath; the dense pine trees interfered greatly with his shooting.

But he did not give up; the kid up front might be fast, but he could not outrun a bullet.

"Trouble, a fork in the road!"

At that moment, Ou Changfeng also encountered a problem.

Because ahead there was a clearly divided fork in the road, if they didn’t make the right choice, they wouldn’t reach the foot of the mountain, they’d most likely go deeper into the mid-mountain, and ultimately be found and killed by the assassin.

What to do?

Ou Changfeng was so anxious that he started to sweat coldly.

His combat strength was quite formidable, but strategic thinking was not his forte.

"Little apprentice, listen to me, I’ll drop one of my shoes on the ground..."

Qin Wei’er bit her lip, her eyes shifting slightly; she definitely had the Qin Family Head’s genes and was surely clever.

However, before she could finish speaking, Ou Changfeng dismissed the idea, "That trick is too old-fashioned, the assassin won’t fall for it."

"No, what I mean is, we take separate paths. I run in the direction of the dropped shoe, you carry my clothes and run. Then you use my clothes as bait and you circle around to behind the assassin and take him out!"

Qin Wei’er spoke quickly.

"Uh... why can’t I think of these twists and turns?"

Ou Changfeng slapped his own head.

"Hehe, this is reverse thinking. Let’s do it!"

Qin Wei’er got down, took off her coat, and handed it to Ou Changfeng.

Because of the fork, thick pine trees were abundant and dense; the two of them hid behind a thick trunk, not too worried about being shot in the head.

Experiments conducted abroad had shown that even the most powerful Barret rifle could not shoot through a pine tree as thick as a washbasin with a single shot.

"Alright, be careful yourself. You go first..."

Ou Changfeng hugged Qin Wei’er’s coat in his arms; winter coats are quite thick, and from a distance, it would definitely be hard to discern the ruse.

"Mmh, be careful!"

After Qin Wei’er spoke, she removed one of her shoes and threw it on the ground. Then she crouched down and quickly ran towards the right path of the fork.

"Huff..."

Ou Changfeng took a breath and, holding Qin Wei’er’s coat, ran towards the left path, deliberately making heavy footsteps to generate some noise.

"Damn, where are they?"

The third assassin quickly caught up and immediately saw Qin Wei’er’s shoe on the ground. He looked left and right and saw, to his surprise, a fork in the road.

"Trying to fool me, huh..."

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The third assassin snorted coldly and chased after Ou Changfeng down the left fork of the road he had taken.

In an emergency, normal people would trust their own experience and instinctual thinking. Seeing a shoe on the ground, they would instinctively think it’s a trick, because it’s a common trope in television shows. novelbuddy.cσ๓

A few minutes later.

"Huff...huff..."

The third assassin was panting from the chase, but when he saw what looked like a shadow crouching in the grass ahead, still slightly trembling, he didn’t think twice.

Bang...

Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger.

Straight away, the shadow fell to the ground.

Only when he ran over, slightly excited, did he find that it was just a jacket, pierced by his bullet and propped up by a branch, swaying slightly—probably due to the mountain wind.

"Damn it, I was tricked?"

The third assassin’s eyelids twitched, and he glanced back towards the foot of the mountain, about a kilometer away. Just as he was about to continue the pursuit, a gust of wind came from behind him.

As assassins skilled with firearms, they weren’t all that strong in combat.

Just like the people from Miaojiang, their trump card is the use of poisons, and their close combat skills aren’t very good.

So, the assassin only had time to look back and saw Ou Changfeng’s icy face and clenched fist.

Boom...

The next second, the third assassin felt light as a feather as he flew out like a torn sack, hitting a tree trunk, and then flopped to the ground.

"That was close!"

Ou Changfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead. If Qin Wei’er hadn’t come up with this method, he really didn’t know how he would have shaken off that persistent sniper.

Phew...

He let out a breath of relief and then returned by the same route, running towards the right fork in the road where Qin Wei’er had thrown her shoe.

"Miss Wei’er!"

Ou Changfeng ran and shouted, but there was silence ahead, not a single response.

"What’s going on?"

Ou Changfeng’s heart suddenly clenched. Could there be a fourth assassin?

"Little apprentice!"

Qin Wei’er crawled out of a dense patch of grass, blinking her eyes: "I didn’t even run far!"

"Huh?"

Ou Changfeng was somewhat caught between laughter and tears. Qin Wei’er truly lived up to being Qin Yu’s sister—intelligent, calm and composed, and she had played a trick on the assassin, hiding right under his nose. He probably never dreamed that Qin Wei’er was in the grass cluster he had passed, not twenty meters away, right?

"Hehe, come, let me help you!"

Qin Wei’er smiled faintly and supported Ou Changfeng towards the foot of the mountain.

About twenty minutes later, the two of them safely arrived at the bus station, got into a taxi, and finally relaxed.

Ring ring...

At that moment, Qin Wei’er’s phone rang. It was from Qin Yu.

"Yeah, brother, we’re on our way back now. Moving? Okay!"

Qin Wei’er didn’t mention the encounter with the assassin in the phone call to avoid worrying her big brother.

An hour later.

The clinic.

Qin Wei’er helped Ou Changfeng out of the taxi, and Qin Yu, hearing the noise, strode out.

Seeing Ou Changfeng covered in blood and his sister’s face scratched, her clothes nearly in tatters, he showed a look of surprise: "What happened, how did you end up like this?"

"Hehe, master, mission accomplished, I brought Miss Wei’er back!"

Ou Changfeng said with a wry smile.

"Brother, this is what happened..."

Qin Wei’er recounted the whole story.

"Zhou Nannan?"

Based on his sister’s description, a cold light flashed in Qin Yu’s eyes.

He could almost be certain that the woman who nearly collided with his sister was Zhou Nannan.