Jack took a group of bodyguards to protect Anna and left.
In such a big house, only Yang Chen and Annie are left. The nanny has been put on leave. Since being threatened by the gang, little Annie has also asked for leave from school and is bored at home. Because her mother Anna is busy with work, the little one is very lonely and cold. She misses her most.
The little girl is very happy that her brother is here.
"Barron, look at my painting."
The little girl pulled out a stack of drawing paper from somewhere and held it in front of Yang Chen.
Yang Chen smiled, picking up the childlike watercolor paintings one by one and admiring them carefully. Although Nini experienced her parents' divorce and often lacked the care of her mother, she can still feel her innocence in these paintings.
Optimism, and the carefreeness of happy children.
"The painting is very good."
Yang Chen tried to encourage Nini, but in fact, this guy didn't know how to paint at all.
Proficient in everything, incomparably handsome, and suave, that is the fate of the male protagonist in YY novels. From time to time, he is teased by fate. Yang Chen, who has struggled countless times in a hard life and on the verge of death, is not a living person in the real world.
Comparable to the male protagonist of YY novels.
Yang Chen hasn't finished reading Nini's paintings yet.
The little girl put on the beautiful clothes her mother bought for her, imitated the "Victoria's Secret" supermodel in the living room, walked back and forth in front of Yang Chen, and asked if she looked good.
Yang Chen smiled and nodded, saying it looked good.
This is not against her will. Nini is like her mother, a standard beauty who will make many men fascinated when she grows up.
"Barron, are you here specifically to see me?"
"Yes, I'm here specifically to see you little devil, and take care of those scum who threaten you and your mother." Yang Chen hugged Annie who was walking next to him, and asked softly: "What if bad guys break in later?"
Come on, are you afraid?"
Nini shook her head vigorously, innocently.
"So brave." Yang Chen kissed Nini affectionately on the forehead. Ever since he met this cute little guy, he subconsciously regarded her as a relative who needed his care and protection.
If the little girl is really in danger.
He would never hesitate to sacrifice his own life in exchange for her hope of living.
After Nini showed off her proud things, she turned on the 65-inch flat-screen TV and played a racing game with Yang Chen. Soon, laughter and laughter could be heard in the living room.
The avenue outside the house.
The four cars drove slowly and finally stopped silently outside the front yard of Anna's house. Fourteen or five people got out of the car, most of them tough and strong, all carrying guns, and even a few powerful M4 carbines. In this country,
With a population of 300 million, the number of privately owned guns has reached an astonishing 250 million.
Children all play with guns.
Everyone in the gang has a gun, it's just normal.
They didn't come with rocket launchers, so they were keeping a low profile.
The leader, a tall and strong man with some Indian ancestry, pulled the gun of the Desert Eagle in his hand. After loading the bullet, he waved his hand calmly, and the fourteen or five people dispersed and cautiously surrounded Anna's house.
inside the house.
The huge flat-screen TV still flashes the picture.
The gangsters quietly opened the door and entered the living room one after another. At this time, the living room was empty. The leading man made a signal, and more than a dozen of his men went to look for people separately. Some were searching on the first floor, and some were holding guns and tiptoed upstairs.
They are extra careful.
Because two hours ago, the group of people who followed Anna suffered heavy losses, including four deaths and two injuries. It is said that there are experts around Anna, and they do not want to make the same mistake again.
Gangsters are not life-threatening fools.
Two men were searching for a bedroom on the second floor. One after the other, they entered a bedroom. The man in front looked under the bed, and the man behind checked the closet.
The person who was checking the wardrobe had just opened the door of the wardrobe. A hand stretched out from the hanging clothes like lightning, and instantly crushed his throat and twisted it violently. His cervical vertebrae were dislocated and disconnected. He could not see the person in the wardrobe clearly until he died.
He had time to shoot, and his death was so silent that his companion, who was lying on the ground and looking under the bed, didn't notice that he was dead.
The dying man collapsed softly.
The murderer stepped out of the closet, and it turned out to be Yang Chen.
The man who was lying on his stomach and looking under the bed was about to straighten his back, when he happened to have a clear space under the bed and saw his companion sitting in front of the closet on the other side of the big bed. The man was shocked and turned pale, and hurriedly straightened up and raised his gun.
Peng!
Yang Chen threw out the fruit knife and hit the gun-wielding man between the eyebrows.
The big, round-waisted man fell down with his eyes open and his eyes wide open.
Yang Chen walked up to the man with an expressionless face, bent down and pulled out the fruit knife, wiped the blood stained on the man's clothes with the spatula, and walked out of the bedroom quietly.
Second floor corridor.
The strong black man who had just finished searching the study left the room. Before he could turn around, a strong arm hugged his neck from behind, and... his cervical vertebrae were pinched.
This was the third person killed by Yang Chen.
There was still no time to struggle and resist, and he died almost silently.
The ghost on the battlefield, someone who had fought side by side with Yang Chen, described Yang Chen like this. At this moment, this guy is really harvesting human lives like a ghost.
No mercy at all, straightforward and ruthless.
The leader, a strong man with Indian ancestry, was waiting for the result in the large living room on the first floor while carrying the Desert Eagle. When he waited, all six of his men who had gone up to the second floor had made no move.
Crazy wolf.
The name of a strong Indian man.
Yes, it's a name, not a nickname.
In Hindi, this name symbolizes being good at fighting and brave. Many Indian descendants hope that their children will be successful and will give them weirder names. When translated, it can make the Chinese people laugh.
The crazy wolf had a solemn expression, and his already ugly face became even more frightening.
"You guys go up and take a look." He ordered the three men who had just returned from the garden behind. The three of them did not dare to disobey. They walked up the stairs one after another, with their backs against the wall, aiming their guns at the top with every step they took.
, are extremely cautious.
Before the three of them reached the turning point of the stairs, Yang Chen was like a god coming down from the earth and landed in front of them. The man in the lead was stunned for a moment. Yang Chen held a knife in one hand and strangled the man's neck seven or eight times very quickly and elegantly. He was caught off guard.
The look of shock on the man's face was frozen forever.
The man in the middle panicked and aimed at Yang Chen, wanting to shoot.
Yang Chen, who had accurately calculated the opponent's reaction, left the man who was about to die and turned around with wrong steps. The man who wanted to pull the trigger saw his eyes blurred as a bright edge opened the main artery in his neck, and stabbed the man at the back of the temple without losing power.
heart.
The man whose main artery was opened dropped his gun and fell down the stairs. He tightly covered his neck with blood spurting out with his hands and prayed for God's blessing, but it was difficult to stop the flow of life.
In just a few seconds, Yang Chen killed three people in a row and walked downstairs. The fruit knife in his hand was still dripping with blood. There was no trace of blood on him, but he was covered in blood and was in a miserable state. This is not called killing, but desperate.
Why should Yang Chen fight to clean up the rabble?
In the huge living room, the mad wolf seemed alone and alone. He took a few steps back in shock and raised the bright desert eagle. Before he could take aim at Yang Chen, the fruit knife thrown by Yang Chen pierced his wrist.
Clang.
The silver gun fell to the ground.
Crazy Wolf sat down on the sofa in fear, not caring about the knife in his wrist, and watched with fear as the strange oriental young man approached step by step.
At this time, behind Yang Chen, in the direction of the kitchen, three strong men with guns slowly walked out holding Annie hostage.
