Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

"Honey, something's wrong."

The system's mechanical sound carried an unusual solemnity.

[Don't look up! There are heavy trucks lying in ambush on the 20-meter-high slope to your right!]

Jiang Li's face immediately lost all color.

Before she could even offer a reminder.

A deafening roar of a heavy engine came from the upper right.

A heavy truck fully loaded with goods recklessly crashed through the guardrail of the highway above.

Following the steep earthen slope.

Like a heavy bomb, it crashed straight down on the center of the convoy.

The system broadcast the view from above into her mind in real time.

When I could see the person in the truck driver's seat.

Jiang Li's breathing hitched.

That face was completely distorted and deformed by extreme resentment.

It was Bai Yuan!

The once innocent and delicate junior student has long since changed beyond recognition.

Since the explicit photo scandal at the school anniversary celebration broke out.

Bai Yuan's meticulously crafted perfect fishpond has completely collapsed.

Real wealthy young men found the video disgusting and avoided it like the plague.

Having lost all support and leverage, Bai Yuan has fallen into an abyss of no return.

She blamed all her resentment on Jiang Li.

She stared intently in the direction of the main vehicle, her eyes flashing with a madness that wanted to drag everyone down with her.

"Boss, there's been a heavy vehicle collision on the hill to the right!"

The assistant almost shouted himself hoarse.

Just as that several-ton truck was about to crash into the Rolls-Royce.

Shen Yan quickly retracted her long arms.

A large, warm hand directly supported Jiang Li's head and slender waist.

He forcefully pressed her entire body against the bottom of the back seat.

The tall and upright body turned over.

He used his broad, sturdy back as the last barrier, completely enveloping the petite woman in his arms beneath him.

"Bang--!"

A loud explosion rang out on this remote mountain road.

The bulletproof vehicle, which had been reinforced countless times, suffered severe damage.

The vehicle shook violently.

The right-side door, made of high-strength steel, has a shockingly deep dent that has sunk inwards.

The sound of multiple airbags deploying was mixed with the sound of glass shattering.

Jiang Li was tightly protected beneath the man, and did not suffer any real injury.

She clearly heard a muffled groan from a man trying his best to suppress.

That was Shen Yan using her physical body to withstand the sound of the car door deforming and squeezing.

The powerful impact sent his shoulders and back slamming heavily against the dented metal surface.

Jiang Li was breathing heavily, her hands instinctively reaching for the man's tight shirt.

"Mr. Shen?"

Her voice was trembling.

The man above, who always scolded her with a cold face, did not respond immediately.

Only slightly heavy, warm breaths swept across the nape of her neck.

She struggled to lean half her body out of his arms.

She traced her hand along the man's broad, sharp shoulder line toward his back.

My fingertips just touched the fabric.

A warm, viscous liquid silently seeped out from her palm.

The stench of blood quickly overwhelmed the original scent of fir.

"Shen Yan!"

She frantically tried to sit up to check on his injuries.

The large hand gripping her waist remained as firm as an iron clamp.

The man lowered his head with difficulty.

The veins on his forehead bulged from the excruciating pain, and his usually cold and ruthless face was pale from blood loss.

But those deep, dark eyes still possessed a strong sense of aggression.

His long, slender fingers, stained with bright red blood, gripped her chin firmly.

It forced her to meet his gaze.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"

The man's voice was completely hoarse, revealing an undisguised domineering and possessive nature.

The rough pad of his thumb forcefully wiped away the tear stains from the corner of her eye.

Just as the words were spoken.

From outside the wrecked carriage came the hurried sounds of bodyguards quickly breaking down the doors.

The assistant, accompanied by several bodyguards, pried open the badly damaged car door and half-pulled, half-draggled the two people in the back seat out.

A full-size Hummer blocked the road ahead, its massive body forming a natural metal barrier.

Shen Yan put one arm around Jiang Li, encircling her completely under his broad body.

The back of the man's pure black shirt was completely soaked with warm blood.

His steps remained steady, showing no signs of the slowness caused by his serious injuries.

From behind the earthen slope in the distance, dozens more armed attackers sprang out again.

These people clearly came prepared.

They directly launched a tactical encirclement of them.

The black-clad bodyguards providing cover quickly drew their guns and returned fire, the smell of gunpowder carried on the mountain breeze.

Shen Yan led her to a blind spot at the back of the car.

His tall, imposing figure pressed close to the car body, and with one free hand, he took out a Glock from his waist.

The man turned his head, his jawline taut and sharp, his deep black eyes revealing the ruthlessness of someone who had spent years navigating the gray areas of society.

Even in such a dangerous situation, the imposing aura emanating from him could easily intimidate those around him.

"Stay here and don't move."

The baritone voice was hoarse and harsh, carrying an undeniable force.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, peered out from behind cover, and opened fire on the attackers in front of him.

Jiang Li huddled in the shadows beside the tire, her eardrums tingling from the intense gunfire.

Suddenly, a high-pitched mechanical voice from the system rang in my mind.

[Honey, to your right rear, at the three o'clock position, someone has circled around to the blind spot at the rear of the car!]

Jiang Li's breathing became labored, and she turned her head away with her back pressed against the train car.

Beyond the edge of the trunk, a man in a dark coat was crouching down, holding a pistol fitted with a silencer.

The dark muzzle of the gun was being raised, aimed directly at Shen Yan's unsuspecting back.

"Honey, you have a handgun in your bag!"

The cow-patterned cat frantically darted around in its consciousness space.

Jiang Li kept her handbag on her arm during the retreat.

She quickly unzipped the zipper, her fingers touching the cold, heavy metal object.

This was a self-defense weapon that Shen Yan had given her a few days ago when her female bodyguard accompanied her to the shooting range.

He said that things had been rather unsettled in City A recently, so he asked the female bodyguard to teach her some skills so that she wouldn't just cry in the face of trouble.

At the time, she was still complaining to herself, saying that this old man was giving gifts in such a cruel way.

He gripped the gun handle tightly with both hands, and his fingers followed the movements taught by the female bodyguard to release the safety.

She was an ordinary person who grew up in peacetime, and even her fingertips were trembling at this moment.

The attacker's finger was already on the trigger.

"Honey, raise your hand a little higher, fire!"

The system provides the most precise tactical assistance.

The powerful recoil made Jiang Li's hand go numb, and her wrist went limp and droopy.

Jiang Li's first shot did not hit any vital areas.

The bullet pierced directly through the attacker's right arm, which was holding the gun.

The other person screamed in pain, and the weapon slipped from their hand and fell onto the asphalt road.

Clutching his bleeding arm, he staggered backward and fell into the grass.

The strange noise coming from the side and behind made Shen Yan turn around.

When their gaze fell upon the attacker lying on the ground, and Jiang Li, who was huddled at the back of the car, still clutching a miniature pistol in both hands,

His usually cold and hard face showed extreme emotional fluctuations.