Dressed as the vicious female supporting role in Mary Su's novels

Chapter 50 Rescue Dad ([-])

The fight was not over yet, the gunshots continued to intertwine, and a few members of the Inagawa Association were still desperately resisting.

Nangong Jing shot at the stubborn opponent with a gun in his hand. His marksmanship was precise, and none of his shots was missed.

Facing the hail of bullets, An Lan shrank back and looked around looking for the trace of An Changyou.

With the strongest sniper from the Far Eastern Society, Dad should be rescued easily.

At this time, she saw a member of the Inagawa Club who broke free from the rope emerging from behind the box next to him. He grabbed the iron pipe at hand and rushed over from the spot.

An Lan glanced at Nangong Jing, he was busy dealing with the snipers from high places and couldn't get away.

An Lan didn't have time to think about it, her eyes gradually turned sharp, and when the man approached, she ran forward a few steps and jumped down from the high place, supported the high platform with her hands, and kicked the man by inertia.

It seems that she is born with the ability to respond in the face of danger.

When she fell from mid-air to the ground, although she was a little unstable and almost fell, the person in front of her had already been kicked to the ground and temporarily lost her ability to move.

Her right hand also became numb for a while due to bearing the weight of her whole body, and there was a scratch on the inside of her arm when it hit the edge of the high platform.

She touched the gun in her pocket and was about to take it out, but soon, she felt a tall black figure approaching behind her, and a cold and emotionless voice was heard by her ears.

"Little devil, you did a good job."

Nangong Jing raised his hand, and the eyes of the person lying on the deck were terrified. Before he could speak with his mouth open, he was shot in the head mercilessly.

In an instant, broken bones and brains splashed all over the ground, with some blood in it. An Lan even felt a few drops splashed on himself in such a mess.

Frightened, An Lan was taken aback and took a step back.

The person behind raised a hand to cover her eyes.

Feeling the cold temperature of her fingers, An Lan came back to her senses and realized that she had overreacted. She stabilized her mind and said in a trembling voice, "No... no,... I'm not afraid."

After An Lan finished speaking, she instantly felt that she was too ashamed. She rehearsed the perfect words in her mind, but she trembled because she couldn't control her fear when she said it.

In order to conceal her cowardly and panicky image, An Lan deliberately changed the subject, took Nangong Jing's hand, and asked a nonsensical question.

"Boss, were you scared when you killed someone for the first time?"

She seemed to hear a chuckle from the person behind her, but the voice was still cold afterwards.

"The four-year-old thing..., I forgot."

An Lan couldn't help but feel moved.

I can't believe that Nangong Jing has killed people since she was four years old, so why is she still acting so pretentious?

Even though she thought so, An Lan still didn't dare to look at the head-smashed corpse in front of her. She felt that she would spit it out if she looked at it again, and it would be even more embarrassing.

An Lan could already imagine that after today, she would have continuous nightmares in the next few months. Even now, her heart was beating hard.

The scene that happened just now is vivid in her mind, and every time she thinks about it, her stomach churns, but she can't restrain herself from forgetting the horrific scene just now.

She endured the feeling of fear and nausea, and when she turned to avoid the corpse, she happened to meet Nangong Jing.

Standing so close to him for the first time made An Lan uncomfortable. Just standing next to him, An Lan felt two kinds of oppression, one was mental oppression and the other was physical oppression.

She suddenly felt that she was shorter than she imagined, or that the black street boss was too tall. She stood in front of the boss and only reached her shoulders, like a child, but her actual age was the same as that of Nangong. Jing is not much different.

An Lan silently comforted herself, she is only 15 years old, she should...can still grow..., she won't be like Lin Youyi, who is still too tall at the age of 20.

Although she was quite happy to look at Nangong Jing with her head up in worship, without even complaining, her cervical spine did not allow it.

The people from the Inagawa Club had almost finished packing up, and the cabin was in chaos. Some people were tying hostages with ropes, some were handing over their guns, and some were carrying the stolen goods on board.

After all, their job is to be a robber.

Nangong Jing fired a shot into the air. After the sound, everyone stopped their movements. The countless people on the cruise ship beside him, as well as the people on this ship, stood up straight and bowed to him in unison.

"Brother Jing!"

He looked straight ahead and said coldly: "Don't leak any news about this incident, blow up the ship, don't keep the hostages, deal with them cleanly, and don't let the people from the Far Eastern Society find any clues, I will let them They disappeared into the Pacific Ocean, and the others, 10 minutes later, returned to the dock."

"Yes!"

There was a sound of Qi Shushu.

At this time, the sky suddenly began to rain lightly, and blood lines were flowing on the deck, as if to wash away the crime of massacre, everywhere was foggy, and the air seemed to become dull.

Perhaps because of the weather, there was a lot of wind on the sea surface, and the waves were slowly churning.

An Lan finally saw An Changxiu. He had just come out of the cabin, and there was a person behind him.

An Changyou was wearing a piece of clothing. He was covered in injuries, his hair was messy, and there were bruises and purple marks on his forehead, but even so, An Changyou still stood upright, with an indifferent expression and no loss of character.

It was the first time for An Lan to see this man who was so strict that he couldn't be picky at all times. He was in such a mess, and his eyes felt a little sore unconsciously.

She ran to An Changxiu, and hugged his waist.

"dad."

She raised her head and looked at An Changyou's bloody face indifferently: "Dad, are you okay?"

An Changxiu just paused for a moment, other than that, he didn't show much emotion, as if he was born with no emotions, could predict everything and would not be surprised by anything.

He tore off the clothes that were draped over his shoulders and covered An Lan's head from the rain.

"Father, you're also in the rain!" An Lan held up his clothes, trying to cover An Chang's haircut because there wasn't enough behind him.

Zhong Ji in the distance was still fiddling with the handed-in guns. Seeing the cheerful look on the other end, he said sourly, "That's great, I want a daughter too."

As soon as Lin You was typing on the keyboard, he raised his head slightly when he heard this sentence, with a look of disdain on his face: "Uncle, wake up, you don't even have a wife, how can you have a daughter."

It seemed that he had been poked into a sore spot, and Zhong Ji didn't maintain his image of an elder anymore, so he picked up Lin Youyi's sore spot, and treated him in his own way: "Short, you will never have a wife in the future."

(End of this chapter)