Almighty painter

Chapter 914: Offensive Gu Weijing (Part )

Perhaps because her body wanted to reduce energy consumption as much as possible, Anna failed to smile.

The man next to her also failed to read the subtle meaning of her wink.

Hold her quietly without moving.

"This man is not smart at all, not even as smart as August."

Miss Elena commented.

She missed her clever black and white springer spaniel a little.

pity.

Didn't bring it with me.

fortunately.

Didn't bring it with me.

Anna felt Gu Weijing's hands moving under her cheekbones. She wanted to use her shoulders to press him down to be quiet, but his hands were still pulled away from her.

Miss Elena tilted her head slightly.

Try hard to raise your eyes.

This action alone consumed all her current ability to move.

Her eyes moved upwards and stared at Gu Weijing, wanting to see what this guy was trying to do.

The man didn't look at him.

He raised his chin and looked at the darkness to the side. Miss Elena heard the footsteps gradually becoming more audible in the darkness, and the eerie and eerie humming becoming clearer and clearer.

These sounds slowly approached in physical space, but were then driven away by her thoughts.

The ostrich buried its head deeper in the sand.

The same Hitchcock-style zoom effect of both zooming out and getting closer also appears on the people around her.

Her eyes moved up.

Staring at Gu Weijing's chin, it was as if she was in a small room where her mind was sealed off, spying on him through the small hole with a monocular telescope.

Good observation words.

He has a very nice jawline, which is not delicate and does not give people a sharp feeling like a razor. It is a flat arc with a certain curvature and a slightly rounded depression.

The woman watched the man.

Staring at the arc going away and watching Gu Weijing support his body, he took a deep breath and stood up from the ground.

Anna tried to follow the other's chin and moved her body slightly, as if she was an ostrich lying on the ground, stretching her neck to follow the moving quicksand on the ground, trying to immerse herself in it at all times.

The quicksand still flowed away.

Gu Weijing's shadow slid away from Miss Elena's body. Under the illumination of the Christmas ribbon light beads, they changed from a connected ball of light and shadow to two independent balls of light and shadow, and from a connected person to two independent people.

Anna was naked and exposed to the sea breeze on the deck.

She was nakedly exposed in the obscure and strange humming that was gradually approaching.

Miss Elena curled up gently like a baby.

Do you want to run?
Then run.

Run faster, run faster.

Anna felt the loss and expressed her understanding. She wanted to reach out and hand the small folding cane under the wheelchair to the other person, perhaps it could be of some use at a time like this.

Such a clear thought echoed in her mind, and then melted into her complicated thoughts like snow melting in boiling water.

The sense of alienation from reality, the strong sense of solidification and the huge dejection, tightly wrapped around the woman's slender body like an iron chain, bounding her to the deck below, making her want to do nothing, making her unable to do anything.

not talking.

No action.

He raised his slightly raised head and rested it back on the cold metal plate on his forehead.

She once thought she was a doer like Kara, a unique one among the hundred Miss Elenas. Not long ago, she discovered that the core of her dream was being wrapped tighter and tighter by the silk of interpersonal relationships around her.

just now.

She discovered again.

She is not nearly as brave as she thinks she is.

The weight of the name Elena occupied a larger part of her body. Doing nothing, she was lost in thought, immersed in the feeling of time ticking by, waiting for things to move towards an unknown outcome.

In a sense, perhaps, this kind of decadence of not taking everything to heart can also be praised as aristocratic elegance, right?

Compared to Miss Kara.

I’m more like Uncle Carla.

Miss Elena began to daydream again. She changed from staring at the bullet to staring at Gu Weijing.

When the young painter encountered such a situation, he still knew to try to run.

She could only sit here in a pitiful daze.

Carla was living a life of drunkenness and debauchery in the Casino Royale in Monaco.

She hid in her own thoughts, her mind tightly hidden in her body, like a child curled up in a trembling closet, peeking at the world through the keyhole.

what differences are there?

it's the same.

Just now, she was laughing at the other person's stupidity.

In fact, they are all the same.

Anna comforted herself, she was doing it for Gu Weijing's own good, it was just a thin rod with a sharp tip, it was useless, and worse, holding a sharp weapon might give Gu Weijing the foolish illusion that he could do something.

This miscalculation is fatal.

The security course she took taught her that if her personal safety is seriously threatened, she should try not to provoke or anger the kidnappers.

From this perspective.

There may be some reason for her to pack the mealworms like this. Just like some chain stores in the United States, they don't actually encourage their employees to pull out guns and fight with the other party when they are faced with zero-dollar purchases. That is the police's job.

Even from a purely profit perspective.

The merchandise is just small change.

If the robbers think you are armed and dangerous, they might raise their hands and shoot you directly in the head. The compensation you will face will be much more expensive than the stolen goods.

She is the commodity.

Gu Weijing was just an employee, he was not even an employee, he was just a passerby who happened to come to the store to shop at an unfortunate time.

All he needs to do is run.

Instead of fighting.

Miss Elena leaned on the deck, staring at Gu Weijing. She watched him take a deep breath, straighten his shirt, and then strode to the outside of the deck with firm and powerful steps.

what.

What is he going to do?

Anna blinked.

You're going the wrong way! You're going the wrong way! If you go this way, you'll bump into the other person head-on.

That's really stupid.

Besides, little painter, you are running away, which is too unhurried.

This pace was like a football star who was walking to the home song, preparing to step into the lighted stadium and accept the cheers of the home fans. Even more calm than that, she watched the other person's trouser legs hanging down at the ankles, the soles of his shoes stepping on the deck, so light that it almost made no sound, but also heavy and regrettable.

It's his body.

It is his will.

It was the weight of the young man's steps that caused the huge ship with a displacement of nearly 100,000 tons beneath them to sway slightly, and in an instant it overcame the power of the tide.

The white shirt glowed faintly in the light band, transforming into a slender and ancient moon in this starless and moonless night.
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Anna realized that a person who walked so calmly and steadily was probably not trying to escape.

The woman felt the seriousness of the matter and also felt the charm of elegance.

She still thought Gu Weijing was stupid.

Could he really make the robbers on the other side come to their senses and move on just by talking so much at such a moment?
But what the heck.

The woman was immersed in tired thoughts and didn't think too much about these things. From the perspective of artistic appreciation, she simply admitted that this was a very "beautiful" scroll.

Dazzling light and shadow ripples on the dark deck of the ship, that is the glory of courage. Shirt and trousers, white and black.

Their hue is distinguished from chocolate cakes that have cocoa added.

It is stronger, calmer, heavier, more textured, and a masculine and heroic light is spread over his body.

Miss Irina insisted that his behavior looked a little stupid.

Such foolishness not only failed to diminish the texture of the light of courage, but instead added a tragic and profound temperament to the man's behavior.

The young man resembled an actor about to act out a great tragedy.

He is a knight trying to charge at windmills, and he is also a true prince.

For example, Hamlet.

For example, outside the ancient city of Troy, the Trojan hero, the noble and brave prince Hector, walked slowly towards the yellow land outside the city gate with a javelin in his hand.

There, the furious demigod Achilles was pounding on his shield, waiting to kill him.

Prince Hector knew that if he fought, he would die. The oracle had warned him not to become an enemy of Achilles, but he still silently took his gun and walked towards the battlefield.

He and Achilles fought the most exciting and grand battle in the entire ancient Greek epic, and then died.

His body was dragged behind Achilles' chariot and tortured.

That kind of battle.

That kind of death.

Such a tragedy.

……

All the elements that make up this tragedy, and she, Anna Elena? She is Helen of Troy, climbing on the city wall, quietly watching this scene happen.

This princess, who was said to have concocted a magic potion that made all of Egypt obsessed with her and brought disaster to the country, watched this scene quietly.

The whole war started because of her.

She could do nothing, and instead was like a bystander, sitting in the gold-embroidered box high up in the theater, admiring what was happening.

Gu Weijing gives women this feeling.

From the perspective of art appreciation.

The critics applauded quietly in their hearts and gave Gu Weijing a thumbs up.

Gu Weijing only took two steps and then stood still, silent.

"Stupid."

Anna continued her sharp comments.

Lines!

Recite the lines.

Such an artistic scene, floating on the vast ocean, is really suitable for reciting a few particularly heroic lines.

Miss Elena felt that Gu Weijing had lost a good performance opportunity.

Worry about him.

"I'm not afraid."

She finally heard the other party say.

Gu Weijing tried to raise his arms and block them in front of his chest.

Stupid.

Miss Elena evaluated her actors in a critical manner. Her fantasy that Gu Weijing was really a hidden kung fu master was completely shattered as Gu Weijing struck this pose.

The lines aren't good enough.

Posture... Anna was too lazy to comment on it.

This boxing is not boxing, wrestling is not wrestling, and mixed martial arts is not mixed martial arts. Gu Weijing is definitely not the Trojan god of war Hector. He is obviously just an ordinary person who watched something on TV and wanted to imitate it poorly.

The kidnappers are coming.

He was probably also amused by Gu Weijing's appearance.

It was like looking at a kitten baring its claws and teeth, trying to block his way.

He picked up the pistol and waved it to the side, signaling him to run over and stand there, and he would deal with him later. He turned his head and looked at Anna who was curled up like a baby.

He whistled softly.

Miss Elena saw the kidnapper's face clearly for the first time.

The guy looked much younger than she had imagined, with neatly combed hair and some acne on his face that had not yet completely disappeared due to endocrine problems.

How old is he?

20? 25, most likely far from , he looked like a kid who had just started college.

The woman recognized the other person.

Shortly after getting on board, the other party asked me if I needed him to stay with me alone and serve me.

Miss Elena politely declined at the time.

She doesn't like being treated as weak.

just now.

When he saw him again, his polite disguise completely disappeared, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with desire.

It comes from the desire of wild animals for their prey and the lust of female animals.

The feeling of wanting to tear her apart from the middle made Miss Elena shudder.

The other person smiled.

He stretched out his hand, leaned over, and wanted to grab Anna's hair.

suddenly.

The kidnapper's expression changed.

He pushed his body back half a step to avoid the incoming fist, then raised his knees, twisted his hips, and hit the opponent's lower abdomen hard, making a dull sound.

puff!
It was like throwing a sack of flour heavily on the ground.

Gu Weijing staggered backwards, his back and waist hitting the railing behind him. His mind went completely blank. He opened his mouth and wanted to breathe, but his curled up abdominal muscles lost the ability to relax, and he couldn't take in any air.

puff!
Some liquid came out of my throat.

With a bloody smell.

It wasn't the blood, but the bottle of orange soda.

But the young man still stopped.

"I really shouldn't have drunk that bottle of juice just now."

Gu Weijing smiled forcefully.

Then he stepped forward, intending to hit the opponent's chin with his fist.

The robber frowned at him, stepped back to avoid the punch again, then punched Gu Weijing in the chin, knocking him backwards.

"Hey. 'Stewie' what's going on? What are you doing? Hurry up."

"Lois" complained from behind.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"Stay there and wait for me for a few minutes."

"Stewie" made a rather rude gesture to stop the woman from approaching.

He was a very cautious person, so "Peter" was relieved and gave him the task of finding Miss Elena while they ran to control the crew and destroy the ship's control system.

He didn't let "Lois" come over because he was worried that the guy was too high and couldn't control himself and ruined his target.

On the other hand is.

What if something unexpected happens here?

It is also safe to have a companion with a gun watching from a distance.

There was no major change at the moment. "Stewie" just stared at the man who was trying to stand up, wondering what was going on.

(End of this chapter)