Amelia Bright held on to the staircase railing, her face suddenly turning pale.
“Aunt Zhou …”
She tried to make a sound, but the sound coming out of her throat at this moment was extremely small, like a mosquito buzzing like a fly.
The cold wind from the broken glass in the living room was pouring frantically into the house, and under the reflection of the night smoke, she saw a slipper in the kitchen doorway, Aunt Zhou’s slipper.
The figure standing in the kitchen, which is much taller than Aunt Zhou, is the figure of a man.
Her hands began to shake, almost stiffening on the stairs, before her legs gave out and she fell to a sitting position as the dark figure emerged from the kitchen.
The sound of snickering drifted out of the kitchen, accompanied by the heavy, slow footsteps of
“It’s no fun, I thought Farren Austin would more or less arrange a few people for you to protect you secretly, but I didn’t think it would be so easy to handle.”
The man’s voice was unexpectedly clear and bright, looking at his figure is not tall, about one meter seventy-five or so, walking to the restaurant, a firework blooming in the night will be illuminated in the house.
Amelia Bright got a good look at him and showed a face full of consternation.
“Calla Moon …”
The man in front of me looks almost exactly like Calla Moon, but he is clearly a man.
The man hooked his lips and his beady gaze showed a little bit of interest, as if he was extremely interested in Amelia Bright’s reaction at the moment, stammering.
“The Austin family, that old bastard, said the same thing as you when he died. You people, ah, brainwashed by money, have no imagination at all.”
He did not rush to approach himself, Amelia Bright a little bit back upstairs, full of fear written on his face, trembling, said
“You’re not Calla Moon, who the hell are you?”
“Me.”
The man took two more steps closer, wrapped his arms around his chest and became almost on a level with Amelia Bright, who was sitting on the stairs, and said with a smirk, “Guess what.”
“You …”
“What’s the bother with her?” A gloomy female voice came from behind Amelia Bright.
Her movement upward suddenly lurched, and when she looked up, she saw Calla Moon.
One in front and one behind, one upstairs and one downstairs, a man and a woman, they have two almost identical faces, even the body shape also has seven or eight similar, this moment, Amelia Bright as if to see a ghost, panic to the extreme, but a moment but suddenly thought of what to understand.
“You killed him, you killed Grandpa.”
Amelia Bright looked at the man downstairs, her face half-bloodied.
It’s no wonder that Austin Senior was on his deathbed when Calla Moon killed him, and Calla Moon, of course, had enough of an alibi.
All because the man who killed Master Austin is the man in front of him, and Calla Moon has an identical face, Master Austin rightly sees him as Calla Moon.
“Not bad, all dead to the world, there is still brain analysis, sister, no wonder you are so afraid of this woman, enough guts.”
The man remained in place and did not move a single inch.
Calla Moon was getting impatient, “Didn’t I tell you? You help me kill her, be quick, why are you dragging your feet, Farren’s diplomatic dinner is almost over, hurry up and kill her.”
“Such a delicate and beautiful beauty, really want to lay hands on me is a bit reluctant, so let’s say, I take her away.”
“No.”
Calla Moon refused, “You made a deal with me, don’t make a scene, kill her and call it a day.”
“But I regret it now,”
The man took three steps up the stairs, leaned down and lifted Amelia Bright’s chin, moving a little roughly, almost crushing her jaw, and looked from side to side
“Nice skin, it’s decided, I’ll take her away.”
With that, he grabbed Amelia Bright’s arm and pulled her down the stairs, leaving Amelia Bright to struggle to no avail.
“Are you crazy?”
Calla Moon chased down the stairs, snapped the man’s wrist, and dropped Amelia Bright
“Do you know how much risk you’re taking by taking her away? Take one back with you, and if you’re followed, you and I will both be finished.”
“What don’t you have to worry about when I do something?”
“…”
The two of them were at a standstill.
“Bang”, the sound of gunfire in the living room filled the air.
The man’s voice stopped abruptly, as if in disbelief, looking at Amelia Bright, who had now shrunk under the dining room table, her hand was trembling with a small pistol, the muzzle of the black chapped gun was pointed at his back.
“Brother!” Calla Moon blushed and quickly held the staggering man.
The pistol was given to her by White Wen and has been with her for over a month to save her life in times of crisis.
“Brother, are you okay?”
This shot but missed the man’s vitals, the man peeled off his jacket to take a look, his face became more and more gloomy, cursing a series of unintelligible expletives.
Calla Moon, however, breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness for the bulletproof vest.”
After saying that, she coldly looked under the table and
“Brother, I have said that this woman can not stay, she has a lot of heart, can only be killed.”
The man’s face was cold, seemingly chagrined at what he had just done, and at the moment he was pressing his anger without saying a word.
The bulletproof vest saved the life, but the shot was too close and powerful, the man was still wounded and stumbled when he went to the kitchen.
Calla Moon dragged Aunt Zhou straight out of the kitchen, seemingly alive, but unconscious.
“You let go of Aunt Zhou.”
Amelia Bright sat under the dining room table with her hands on the gun, her finger on the trigger the whole time, cold sweat beading.
“Drop the gun and I’ll let her go.”
“No, you guys let Aunt Zhou go first.”
Aunt Zhou is innocent, but Amelia Bright knows she can’t throw the gun at this moment, or else she and Aunt Zhou will both be killed, and the two men in front of her are both murderous devils.
“I’ve never met a hostage who could make a deal with me,” Calla Moon said as she pulled the trigger, the silencer making the shot not too loud, and it hit Aunt Zhou in the leg.
“Ah …”
Aunt Zhou was awakened from her stupor by the intense pain, and after she screamed, she was struck by pain again almost instantly, and passed out from the pain before she could see clearly what was in front of her.
The blood dripping from Aunt Zhou’s trembling leg onto the floor was shocking to the eyes.
“Do you want another shot? I don’t have that much patience.”
“Wait a minute!”
Amelia Bright exclaimed, her heart pounding as she watched, eventually gritting her teeth, resting the gun in her hand on the floor and throwing it towards Calla Moon and the others.
Once the gun was in her hand, Calla Moon raised it towards her, with a crisp, sharp movement, her face condensed, but her gaze etched with a strong, sinister look.
“You say I end your own life with your own gun, will the CID guys check the case tomorrow and rule you as a suicide?”
The trigger was slowly pulled in her hand, and the sinister look on her face grew more and more intense.
From the first second she came back, there was no time when she didn’t want to get rid of this woman, the woman who stole everything from her.
In the distance, the night rose and fell fireworks also bloomed to the last bunch, in the sky gorgeous bloom open.
“Bang”, the sound of gunfire dull but powerful, drowned in the sound of fireworks and firecrackers blooming, silent and silent.