Almighty painter

Chapter 917 The Real Titanic (Part )

At the banquet at Elena Manor.

Mr. Kruger once secretly made a sharp comment to Sir Brown in private, saying that he should not compete with Anna in speaking, but in running.

Anna is good at many things.

She could spray people until they were covered in blood, she could stab people with her cane until they cried out in pain, and thanks to the poor fat quails among the branches in the mountains and forests of Elena Manor, she could hold a pistol and shoot the opponent in the head with the first shot in a passionate shootout at a distance of 30 meters.

undoubtedly.

There were some things she did very poorly.

For example, painting.

For example... standing up and jogging is completely awkward in the physical sense.

After Miss Elena expressed a strong unwillingness to admit defeat, the wheelchair still sat back under Anna's body.

The woman suggested.

She could sit on Gu Weijing's lap. This wheelchair had an electric mode. It shouldn't be difficult to carry the weight of two not-too-fat people for a short period of time.

Gu Weijing rejected the proposal on the grounds that Anna might shoot again.

He had no problem walking.

The legs were not injured.

He was just dizzy.

The persistent dull pain tortured Gu Weijing.

His head felt swollen and he was suffering from severe dizziness, so he took the crutches from Anna and gently held the back of the wheelchair.

"Let me take a ride," he requested.

Miss Elena didn't even turn her head.

Without saying a word, she threw Gu Weijing's hand away from the backrest.

She grabbed the young man's slender and powerful hand, held it with her left hand, and like a cat grabbing another cat bigger than itself in its mouth, she threw it onto her shoulder.

One was on crutches.

One is in a wheelchair.

The two of them set off quietly.

When passing by Lois's fallen body, Miss Elena controlled the wheelchair and squeezed past her carefully with an expressionless face. Gu Weijing saw that the lines on the back of her neck were slightly tense, and she tried hard to control herself from looking over there.

Gu Weijing turned his head and looked at the body at his feet very carefully.

A young woman with short hair.

It is not easy to tell the ages of Europeans. The oldest may be in his 30s and the youngest may be only slightly older than Miss Elena.

She fell to the ground.

Eyelids slightly open.

A pistol fell beside her hand. There was only a hole between her eyebrows, and not much blood had been shed. However, there was a large pool of blood on the floor behind her head.

"Wait."

Gu Weijing asked Anna to wait for a moment.

He slowly squatted down and removed his hands from her shoulders.

The pistol was picked up from the body.

When he picked up the gun, his eyes met the half-open eyes of "Lois". He wondered if it was because she had just died a moment ago that the body did not look particularly scary.

Not as scary as he imagined.

The dead and the living looked at each other, their dilated pupils stained with blood, slightly blurred, a dark blue color, giving off an extremely opaque feeling.

“How should insurance be opened?”

Gu Weijing handed the gun in his hand to Anna.

Miss Elena glanced sideways quickly.

"It's on now. Use it in an emergency. Just treat it as a toy. Hold the gun with both hands when shooting. Don't point the gun at me... or yourself when not shooting."

Anna said nothing more.

Now is not the time for shooting lessons.

"Don't point it at me, and don't point it at yourself." This is all that "Mr. Sloth's Shooting Class" can temporarily teach Gu Weijing.

Miss Elena understood.

For someone who is holding a gun for the first time, if the pistol is shot more than 5 meters away, the bullet may not hit the target.

She did not stop Gu Weijing's behavior, but it was good to have some psychological comfort.

She just prayed that the other party would have some talent for shooting.

Miss Elena felt a little regretful that the warm touch on her shoulder was gone.

"Put the pistol behind your waist. Keep holding me."

The woman commanded.

"If you hold it like this, I'm afraid you might get nervous and lose your temper."

The two then walked forward.

Miss Elena had just heard screams and all kinds of shouting coming from the bow deck in front of her. There was chaos there, and now after the initial panic, there was an eerie silence.

No matter what happened there.

Anna knows.

A cripple and a person with a concussion may be beyond help.

The killer's main target must be himself.

These modern cargo ships have structured interiors, and some have safe rooms.

The design is similar to that of a bank vault. Once closed from the inside, it is almost impossible to open from the outside in a short period of time without large cutting tools. It is specially reserved for ocean-going crew members to hide inside when they encounter pirates or their ship is hijacked.

Their best option, of course, is to find a safe room.

Hide inside and you will be safe.

The problem is that.

This is not a situation where pirates are hijacking the ship.

The killer boarded the ship from the inside.

There was absolutely no time for everyone to react to the emergency.

Miss Elena didn't know whether there was a safe cabin on the ship. Even if there was, she didn't know where it was exactly or whether it had been locked from the inside.

Their second best option is.

Find a room inside the ship and hide there until rescued.

This is a cargo ship of 6 tons. The number of kidnappers cannot be too many, so there is plenty of room for them to hide and seek.

They can shrink into a corner and silently pray for good luck.

There is another option -

and many more.

Speaking of Mr. Sloth’s small classroom.

While Anna was daydreaming, her heart moved slightly.

Knowing that now is the worst and most inappropriate time to gossip, people are dying and people are screaming.

Anna still couldn't help but said: "There is something... Actually, I have been wanting to ask you these few days... Actually, I shouldn't ask, and I don't have to... If you don't want to -"

Anna spoke hesitantly.

After organizing her words several times in a halting manner, Miss Elena, who was known for her eloquence, was unusually hesitant.

about this issue.

Miss Elena wanted answers.

She was a little afraid of getting the answer.

If it weren't for this situation, Miss Elena would not ask this question, she would just find the answer herself.

"Do not talk!"

Anna is still struggling.

Gu Weijing pulled his hand away from her shoulder and covered the woman's mouth directly. Her lips could clearly taste the bitter and fishy blood from the man's fingertips.

Ten minutes ago.

If he is brave enough to do this, Anna will bite him hard.

If Gu Weijing dared to touch her face, Miss Elena would bite him.

And now.

Anna turned into a quiet sloth, her hands dropped from the controls of the wheelchair, and she held the gun with both hands, her arms stretched out.

She heard it too.

That thump thump thump sound.

Someone was running towards this side with big steps.

Who would come here when a gunfight just broke out here?

In the best case scenario, there is a chivalrous sailor ready to rush over to help.

Worst case scenario...

Anna saw the middle-aged man with the automatic rifle running out of the room. They saw each other almost at the same time, and then when he saw Miss Elena's pistol.

The middle-aged man was like a cheetah with a big belly. He fell to the ground with a dexterity that was totally incompatible with his body. The red-painted metal bracket on the ship blocked Anna's view.

"Retreat, let's retreat."

Miss Elena yelled.

Gu Weijing pulled Anna's wheelchair without saying a word and backed away.

The scene was like an experienced hunter encountering a ferocious beast in the wild, such as a brown bear or a lion.

The shotgun blasted.

If the blow was fatal, the beast would fall, but if it failed to evade the blow, the wounded beast would rush forward and tear the hunter to pieces before he could fire a second time.

Both sides were aware of the deadly threat.

therefore.

Both parties remained motionless, staring at each other in silence.

It doesn't matter now who is the hunter and who is the beast.

Anna only knew... that all her plans had failed.

"We can talk. Do you want money? Name a number. Sir, all you need is a number."

Miss Elena stepped back and shouted in that direction.

"One hundred million euros."

I don’t know if the person on the other side was stumped by Miss Elena’s question. After being stunned for a few seconds, he also heard a shout.

"no problem."

Anna didn't even blink.

"Give me an account number? I can give you about 3000 million euros right away in ten minutes, and I need time to raise the rest. One hour, okay?"

The other party stopped talking again.

"Come out first, then we'll talk." said the person on the other end.

"Are you really going to give him money?"

Gu Weijing gently pinched Anna's shoulders.

"I know."

Anna said softly.

The woman stared at Gu Weijing.

To be honest, if 100 million euros could buy the lives of both of them, if 100 million euros could make this never happen.

Anna will give it.

She was even willing to make the deal happen.

If only things were that simple.

But of course not.

Miss Elena knew very well that since these people dared to come, they would not let her go so easily.

Say.

Even transferring money is not that simple.

These killers can't use UBS's payment service, right? There is no basis for mutual trust.

"How would you like to pay, sir? Bitcoin?"

Miss Elena took out her wallet.

"What are you going to do?" Gu Weijing asked.

"I'm coming out, let's talk, sir."

Anna didn't answer.

She just yelled.

She quickly took the small bag on the armrest, took out the letter, scribbled two words with a pen, and handed it to Gu Weijing along with the wallet.

“There is a cold wallet in here with about $100 million worth of cryptocurrency in it. That was the mnemonic for the private key.”

The woman turned around and spoke very quickly.

Then repeated it again.

“Use it well.”

"Run to the other side and hide in the cabin. Remember, helping yourself is helping me."

Miss Elena didn't give Gu Weijing any time to think. The motor of the wheelchair started at maximum power and slid forward with her like a runaway carriage.

Almost the moment her figure appeared, the middle-aged man opposite raised his gun, but Anna was faster.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Anna pushed the other person back.

She had to control the wheelchair with one hand and hold the pistol with the other.

She fired every shot.

The recoil of the bullet would cause the woman's arm to jump up uncontrollably. In this situation, even if the real James Bond came, it would be almost impossible to hit the enemy.

Not to mention.

Miss Elena doesn't have a very good shooting range at all.

But she was still firing.

Anna fired one shot after another at an extremely fast rate, and the sounds of bullets hitting and bouncing continued.

She doesn't need accurate shooting either.

She just had to buy time.

Miss Elena didn't want to give the other person time to look up.

This was to buy time for Gu Weijing to sneak away from the other side, and also to buy time for himself.

She was always sober.

As soon as she saw the look in Gu Weijing's eyes, she knew that he was ready to fight or to die.

No wonder he is not as smart as his own August!

This guy really has no idea about gun shooting!

Some things really can't be solved just by having courage.

Not only do the two sides have no basis for negotiation.

They also had no basis for any battle.

The guy over there was holding a rifle, and she only had a pistol. In a shootout at such a distance, her chances of winning were very slim.

Once the opponent presses over.

They had nowhere to hide.

The metal wall around her was just a slightly thicker layer of iron sheet. Anna knew very well that it might be able to protect against pistol bullets or shotgun shells.

That’s how thick it is!
If a rifle bullet really hits it, it will definitely penetrate the target with every hit.

They are sitting ducks.

So we can't negotiate, and we can't afford to delay.

Anna doesn't like her fate being in the hands of others, so she wants to buy enough time for Gu Weijing.

She also wants to fight to the death.

Anna thought she was so cool! She deserved this spark moment, and if this was the end of her life, then running towards the enemy while shooting would be an epic ending.

She felt like Athena driving her lion chariot.

So bright.

So sparkling.

This scene should really be recorded on video. If the board of directors of Oil Painting magazine saw this, if Sir Browne and Mr. Kruger saw this, I wonder if they would pick up their chairs and run away.

She deserved this ending.

This is not Miss Elena's ending.

But it belongs to her, to Anna, the only Miss Anna among the one hundred Miss Elenas throughout history.

The natural end for Miss Elena was to die in a room in the manor, die of old age on the big mattress of soft horsehair, surrounded by silk and down, and then be buried in a cemetery in Melk Abbey that had belonged to her since she was born.

Only Anna.

Only Anna could have such an ending.

Miss Kara's life disappeared in the long chaos, and Miss Anna's life disappeared in a brilliant moment.

it's the same.

Miss Elena walked to the side of the ship.

He fired all the bullets in the pistol one shot at a time, and heard the pistol's bolt click and the chamber closed.

Throw the pistol aside.

then.

She stood up and jumped over the side of the boat.

(End of this chapter)