Almighty painter

Chapter 916 One Sword

Anna did not break the cane.

Time did not allow her to do so, and she saw the waiter once again raised the butt of his pistol high.

She couldn't bear such pain... and humiliation again.

It was an unbearable humiliation for her to lie there and watch all this happen without doing anything.

Just now she had endured such humiliation for more than ten seconds, but now she couldn't even endure it for a breath.

That pain would destroy her.

Miss Elena didn't even remove the rubber footrests to reveal the metal blades that were fixed there.

There is no time.

She simply held the cane in both hands, as if she was holding a headless short javelin, and used the greatest strength she had in the past twenty years to stab the gunman hard in the lower stomach.

Not so much a thorn.

Otherwise it would be a pounce.

Like an angry she-wolf, she throws her entire body towards her prey, not just her sharp claws and teeth.

This was a stab with all the strength in my body.

puff!
It was still a "puff" sound, but so dull that there was almost no sound.

Miss Elena felt the resistance in her hand, felt the smooth and tough skin, and felt the attempt of the fabric on the other person's body to grab the tip of the cane, just like a weak wizard chanting a spell to try to push away a sword.

"No, no."

Anna dispelled the weak spell with a stronger spell, dispelled the opponent's will with a stronger will, and penetrated the opponent's anger with a more violent anger.

The cane still sank into his body with an unstoppable determination.

It squeezes the other's body.

First it was the clothes, then the skin, fat, muscles and internal organs. Maybe it was an illusion. In that lightning instant, Elena clearly felt her cane sliding lightly across the rib at the bottom of his abdomen, and then touching something.

"Is that the liver, or the spleen?"

Anna didn't know.

Miss Elena had received physical training after all, and in a fencing match, all she had to do was to get the tip of her sword to pierce the scoring area on the opponent's fencing uniform in a split second.

Even without the tip of the sword, modern fencing competitions still have certain risks, especially when the tip of the sword breaks during a strike. If you are not careful, the sharp break may directly pierce the protective gear.

Miss Elena has always had this fear.

just now.

She didn't feel dangerous at all, she just felt it wasn't dangerous enough.

No matter whether it was the liver or the spleen that was blocking the woman's cane, she wanted to pierce it and crush it. Even if the ribs just now tried to resist the attack instead of sliding away, Anna believed that she could break the hard ribs and make the bone spurs roll in his stomach.

This is not out of strength.

No.

This was out of anger and pain. Miss Elena was even very calm. She pursed her lips tightly and did not scream or cry hysterically. She did not want to vent her pain and anger in this way. She just wanted to return such pain and anger to the other party intact.

A hundred times, a thousand times.

The strength may be limited, but how can the anger and pain be completely blocked by the fabric clothes or the skin on the body?

Anna swore.

The tip of the cane was at least ten centimeters deep in the guy's stomach, against his clothes, before she felt she could no longer stab him and let his belly push her hand back like a rotten mattress stretched to the extreme.

and this.

Not an illusion.

If Old Yang, who is good at telling jokes, saw this scene, he would probably think of Stephen Chow's movie "Flirting Scholar", and sigh:

"Who says you can't kill someone without a gun tip?"

Some people are just good at talking.

He speaks so cool.

Miss Elena has been educating Gu Weijing, "Hey, little painter, do you know what a strong person is?" Only the weak will be nagging, and only the weak will be fragile and unwilling to accept tragedy, and will insist on changing something.

Tragedy is a part of life, a part of the fabric of our world.

A truly strong person will face tragedy, appreciate it, and feel the beauty in it.

What is tragedy?
Tragedy is the Dionysian spirit, tragedy is art!

The artistic content of Romeo and Juliet is obviously higher than that of As You Like It. The French say "Lust am eigenen Schmerz (French: joy comes from one's own inner pain)".

"You are an artist! Do you understand?"

She taught by "tapping" the little painter on the forehead.

Facing a grand tragedy.

A truly decent person, a truly strong person, like her, Anna Elena, would feel the sorrow echoing in her heart while accepting it very calmly.

This is the true face of the world.

elegant.

Be elegant.

this day.

Helen of Troy lay on the city wall, watching the fight in the distance. She was mentally prepared, as if she was sitting in a gold-embroidered box with the family emblem and surname embroidered on the door, watching the grand performance.

She is a flower that does not waver.

Halfway through the performance.

She no longer clapped, was no longer graceful, and was no longer joyful.

Princess Helen, who couldn't bear it any longer, jumped down from the city wall like a madman, skipped to the edge of the arena, picked up a broken javelin, and stabbed it directly into Alolius' stomach fiercely.

"Ow!"

"Peter" who was in the captain's room suddenly turned his head.

He heard it.

From the rear deck, there was a scream so shrill that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It made people tremble in their hearts, as if someone was walking in the woods and was bitten by a wolf.

"Fuck~"

"Stewie" was concentrating on hitting someone, and his hand suddenly went limp halfway through the swing.

It wasn't just his hands.

He knelt down on Gu Weijing's body, his mind going blank.

He howled miserably, his left hand tightly covering his stomach, and his whole body felt as if it was suddenly pierced by a hot iron bar.

pain.

It hurt so much.

Even the pleasure of burning the mind brought by the powder inhaled from the nose just before the action could not resist such pain.

The burning pain acted like ice water, pulling "Stewie", who was immersed in bloodthirstiness and sadistic desires, back to the world.

In a few seconds.

He even lost the ability to breathe. He opened his mouth and gasped, but couldn't breathe into his lungs.

"Stewie" was in so much pain that he thought he had been shot.

He punched Gu Weijing so many times.

Miss Irina only stabbed him once, and he was knocked down by the pain, kneeling like a lobster, with his back arched, whimpering and groaning from his mouth, and his shoulders twitching.

If he wasn't in a state of intense excitement.

Just this once.

Because of the brain's self-protection ability, he will go into shock and fall into a brief coma due to the pain.

He still held on forcefully.

"Stewie" almost lost the ability to think, and the only muscle memory he had left made him make perhaps the most reasonable choice in this situation... holding the gun tightly.

In this situation, he no longer wanted to hear any begging.

Just fire one shot.

With the gun in his hand, he is still in control of the situation. He only needs to fire one shot, or at most two shots, and he will win.

"Stewie" adjusted his right hand and grabbed the gun handle from the barrel.

His right hand felt heavy.

Another man also grabbed the gun, and the two men wrestled with their hands over the pistol.

"Stewie" squinted and looked over. Gu Weijing's left hand was pushing on his chin, smearing blood all over his face, and his right hand was also tightly grasping the handle of the pistol.

There was a huge gash at the corner of his eyebrow, and blood dyed his eyes blood red.

He was staring at himself quietly.

Even though "Stewie" was in great pain, he was still frightened by the hideous calmness covered in blood.

He was terrified.

this moment.

He finally admitted that the creature wrestling with him was not some delicate little bird, but a beast that was difficult to understand... or perhaps, more like some kind of god.

"Stewie" was really scared.

He just wanted to get his gun back as quickly as possible and end it all quickly.

He clutched the gun, opened his mouth, and tried to call for "Lois" help.

puff.

He was hit a second time.

This time it was no longer a stabbing blow. Instead, something like a vine hit the back of his neck heavily, followed by the third and fourth blows.

"Stewie" was whipped and tilted to one side.

The continuous pain caused the waiter's muscles to twitch uncontrollably, and his fingertips loosened.

The pistol was taken away.

fear.

The intense fear overwhelmed the pain in his body for a moment.

All his courage was based on the gun in his hand. Losing the gun was like a man standing naked in a downtown area, or even worse - he was like a man drifting naked on the sea and had just lost his lifebuoy.

"Stewie" screamed.

He rolled to the side with his neck shrunk, struggled to get up, and staggered away.

took two steps.

I tripped over the rope under my feet.

He fell heavily to the ground and felt his stomach was about to split open in pain. The fall also seemed to have knocked out a tooth.

He didn't care about that.

He took two steps on his knees, then stood up and continued to run with his head down.

Watching this scene from a distance, you can see that "Stewie" is the first one to successfully stand up among the three people struggling and wrestling with each other.

Those two people didn't actually chase him at all.

There was no way to chase him.

"Stewie" was already broken, he heard gunshots, heard bullets flying past his ears, he heard "Lois" calling his name, asking him to stop.

He just wanted to run.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Lois" threw aside the phone that was recording the video and fired at Gu Weijing repeatedly, with the muzzle flashing continuously.

Gu Weijing also wanted to open fire and fight back.

He held the gun in one hand and fired hard at the woman over there.

But it doesn't work at all.

Anna grabbed the gun from his hand.

Gu Weijing let go of his hands tacitly and fell backwards weakly. He did not fall on the cold deck, but a soft embrace caught him from behind.

Miss Elena hugged Gu Weijing from behind.

Face against his.

Such a passionate and gentle kiss on the cheek may have only happened a few times in the endless long time since the Big Bang until the eternal heat death.

Anna felt the sticky texture on her cheek.

The sticky stuff must be blood.

The woman stayed close to him and did not move away. Only in this way could she feel the other person's breath.

Miss Elena hugged Gu Weijing like this, a hug that was much gentler than the one Gu Weijing had just hugged her. She stretched out her hands, pushed the gun with her right hand, pulled the gun with her left hand, and held the pistol steadily in her palms.

Two or three bullets hit them in succession.

Faced with the bullet that had almost frightened Anna just now, she didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Miss Elena's fingertips flicked the gun handle.

Breathe in.

aim.

Fire.

"Lois" who was shooting at them from the opposite side was pushed down and fell down in response to the gunshot.

The woman exhaled softly.

She put the gun aside, gently held the man's shoulders with her hands, and stroked the side of his face with her left hand.

"Insurance."

"Always turn off the safety on your pistol when firing."

she said softly.

Just now, when Stewie was using the pistol as a hammer, he opened the safety, so Gu Weijing couldn't pull the trigger.

"Stupid."

Anna delivered the most tender and sharp comment she had ever made.
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There are two unknown gossips related to the Griffin case:

1. “Outsourcing companies kill people!”

Mr. Liu Ziming suffered almost completely from an unexpected disaster. He was having a leisurely party and watching the F1 Grand Prix, but ended up encountering a group of killers who were attracted by Miss Elena's social news. From then on, he suffered from a serious psychological trauma towards parties.

In the years that followed, Liu Ziming seldom opened salons, and whenever he held a social banquet, he never hired service staff from outside.

26.73. "At night, on a rocking ship, in a force four wind, at a straight-line distance of meters, under pressure shooting, the first shot hit the target between the eyebrows." - Are you James Bond?
For many years.

Gu Weijing had always thought that this was a very common thing.

Until one day, when he accidentally talked about this matter with his assistant, he realized that the technical difficulty of this matter was like shooting the ball directly into the goal from the midfield.

It was a "world-beating shot."

Gu Weijing once asked Elena about this matter, but she always smiled and said nothing.

——"Some unknown and interesting gossips in art history" (UK) Jin Dewen
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Anna took off her shawl and used it to wipe the blood off Gu Weijing's face.

Then held his bloody nose.

"do not move."

Anna lifted Gu Weijing’s eyelids and took a look.

"How much is this?"

She held out two fingers.

"2." Gu Weijing said.

"Disgusting?"

The woman inquired.

"One thing, my head is swollen." Gu Weijing did not lie, he still tried to keep himself calm, "but we should... hide now."

"You're right."

Miss Elena reached out, grabbed her purse, and took out her cell phone, which still had a signal.

The ship has satellite dishes and internet terminals on board.

That's why.

They can watch live sports broadcasts on board.

"The distress message has been sent out, and someone will come to rescue us soon." Anna spoke quickly, "I know you want to help, but we can't do much. Don't be a hero. Now, we just hide ourselves and help everyone."

Gu Weijing nodded.

"Do you need me to help you up?"

Anna pursed her lips and grabbed the crutch beside her.

"Look at the state you are in. Don't try to be a hero. I helped you up. Do you want me to give you my wheelchair, little painter?"

(End of this chapter)