[Mrs. & Mrs. Smith] The best murder in the world

Actually bowed down obediently.I kept tsk-tsk in my heart.

Mom suddenly hit the gas pedal and yelled, "Maggie!"

I slammed into the front seat with inertia.The sharp tearing sound cut through the air and cut towards the ears.My body reacted faster than my brain, I instantly lowered my body and extended my left elbow to severely press Xi An's back.With a bang, the bullet was embedded in the thick bulletproof glass, and a fine spider web of cracks instantly split around the point of entry as the core.

The left window was finally closed tightly.The wind was blocked, and the space in the car suddenly became quiet.

Mom continued to step on the gas pedal.Dad looked at the reflector and said reassuringly, "Snipe at a fixed point. It's all right now."

"Can you open the window?" Xi An's voice came muffled from under me while I was still firmly holding him down.

I feel bad all over: "Do you still dare to open the window?"

"I'm motion sick." He pushed me away and straightened up. "Here, your pillow."

As soon as I took it, I stuffed it under my ass.

"Where are your bodyguards?" I asked Sheian.

Xi An frowned and asked in confusion, "What bodyguard?"

"It's just like Mr. Finger who likes to walk around within 20 meters of you when he has nothing to do, or like Joaquin Sixth who pays for a hot dog and can take out a handful of change and bullets in his trouser pocket. It is within the scope of any animal that can be bullied by you anytime and anywhere.”

"You must be out of your mind." Xi An looked at me like a mental patient, "Don't apply the rotten plot in the movie to real life. It's ridiculous."

I shrugged indifferently and patted the seat in front of me.After opening my mouth and uttering the first syllable, I fell headlong to the back of the seat in front under the action of inertia, and fell on Xi'an with the sudden deflection of the front of the car.

The off-road vehicle is like a running lame wild horse. My mother stabilized the steering wheel and narrowly avoided the trees on the side of the road. After the bumpy road, the car drove into the wheat field and finally stopped.

"It's a flat tire," Dad said.Xi An still maintained the posture of leaning against the car window with his hands covering his head.Only then did my mother realize that I was covering my mouth and my face was livid and silent.

"I bit my tongue." Dad explained to me with experience.

I recovered quickly and pulled out the gun from my waist.Dad looked around furtively, and Mom took her spare gun out of the space under the seat cushion and loaded it.

Xi An took out a small multifunctional Swiss Army knife from his pocket, and stared at me displeasedly: "Every time I see you, it's not a good thing."

"Then stay away from me." I opened the door to get out of the car, and Xi An quickly grabbed my forearm and dragged me back into the car. "You're crazy!" Xi An yelled angrily, "I've never seen you deliver goods to your door with such a shy face!"

I vaguely remembered that Javier Sheehan had a nickname for a bully in his small group of like-minded people.To be praised by a group of second-generation ancestors who rely on the family's property to show off their power outside and call him "Master Xi'an", for him, it may really be a talking point that can be used as an embellishment.But why does it sound like it is called MB?

I really want to touch his head, it is said that a fool's head will be easy to touch.The young master who goes out without a gun or bodyguard is no different from a shivering lamb to a killer who looks for a chance to kill him at any time.

"Use that poor little knife in your hand to shield yourself from bullets." I said kindly: "There are fruits in the trunk, do you want to cut one for fun?"

His expression looked like he wanted to bite me.

I continued, "There's a burger if you're hungry. Also in the trunk."

The pickup truck behind us was parked on the side of the road, and the driver Andrew opened the door and came over and knocked on my mother's window.

"What happened? There are broken glass all over here." The voice came through the window indistinctly.

Mom pressed the car window: "The tire is punctured. Go ahead, walk this road for about [-] minutes and get off at Thalia Town. Someone will come to pick you up."

Andrew turned his head to look at the curious heads protruding from the pickup truck, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"No, it's just a tire change. There's a spare in the trunk. Margaret's father can do it all by himself."

"Then let's go first."

Andrew and his party continued to drive forward.

I said to Xi An maliciously: "Why don't you get out of the car? We have to change a tire."

Xi An glanced at me, opened the door and walked out.He had just stood on the ground with his feet on the ground, and his hands were still on the edge of the car door, when he suddenly squatted down and quickly jumped back into the car.The whole car shook violently as he slammed the door hard.

A few seconds later, the sound of rain-like bullets hitting the car body was heard.

Well done now, waiting to be wrapped into pies.

"Xian," I looked at the three locomotives approaching through the rear window, loaded my gun, and couldn't help asking, "What wicked thing did your family do?"

Every game has assassinations carefully planned by killers, and the cost of revenge is too high.

"It's all because of being too rich." Xian replied.

"...Does your family resell human organs?"

"No, my family makes Gundam."

"How many dollars a piece? Is there a limited edition set? The gold collector's edition on the Internet is extremely expensive and does not include shipping."

"..."

Dad suddenly asked from the side: "What is Gundam?"

"Toys." I replied.

Mom pushed down the car window, turned her head and warned, "Stay in the car."

I looked innocent and raised my hand to show my innocence.

"Wait, I have something good here." Dad enthusiastically opened the small tool box in the car.Before I could poke my head over my head, Mom had already snatched up the pull-tab and hurled it out the window with home-run precision and force.

The violent explosion and loud noise kept ups and downs, and the car was thrown several meters away by the shock wave. I pulled the handrail above my head in the bumps and kept a wooden face without any desire to look back at the scrapped motorcycle party behind me.

"It's too miserable." Xi'an said with emotion.

Dad smiled and asked: "How is it, new product, does it work well?"

"Alright," Mom commented, "Get out of the car now, and we'll be off after we change the tire."

I understood, opened the door and jumped out.

The smell of burning gasoline after the explosion still lingered in the air, and a large piece of paint on the back of the off-road vehicle was burned and deformed by the heat of the explosion.

Xi An looked calm and composed, he walked over leisurely: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

I lowered my head and punched him in the stomach with lightning speed.Xi An bent down in pain, and I neatly tied him in a beautiful S`M shape with the rope I took out from the trunk.Dad helped carry him into the back seat.

07

"HOLYSHIT!" Xi An yelled angrily and fell down in the car. After he lay down, there was basically no room for me in the back seat.I grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up safely. He wriggled desperately. His fluffy blond hair made him look like a struggling lion.A bundled version of Simba seemed to emerge in front of my eyes, standing on the cliff, shaking his head and roaring at the sky.

……stop.

I pull back to sanity.

"Be quiet." I wanted to touch his head, but hesitated and patted his shoulder with my hand.

He rolled his eyes coquettishly at me.

...No, I'm hallucinating again.He glared.

Many boys reach the age of [-] or [-], and they are already adults, with thick hair, mature bodies, and facial contours with the same hard lines as adults.I don't know why Sheian always looks a little baby fat.Actually he is not fat at all.I sometimes meet him at the gym, shirtless on a treadmill, with a towel around his neck, his hair sticking wet to his forehead.He was well-muscled and long-limbed, and he had the softest, awl-faced face I've ever seen.

I squinted at him, stretched out my index finger and gently scratched his chin.

Xi An took a bite of it without hesitation.I quickly withdrew my hand and smiled, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." I doubted that Xi An would spray water on my face in the next second.He cursed secretly, but turned his face away.

The rest of the journey was unusually quiet.

Mom turned on the radio, and the station was broadcasting today's beautiful weather.The bushes outside the glass window flashed by, and there was no cloud in the sky, as high as a huge and empty blue swimming pool overhead.

After the initial resistance, Xi An now frankly doesn't look like a tied up meat ticket at all.Well, I didn't expect to use Sheian as a meat ticket, but I did tie him up.God knows what I was thinking.I regret it now.There are many ways to solve the same problem, I used the dumbest one.

The girls at school, even the flat chested Bilinda Parker could probably do just fine at this point.There are probably a stack of user guides in their bookcases, how to get along with boys, how to make yourself more attractive, how to make the person you like can't do without you.

I was discouraged by the things I used to disdain to think and do.

Mom and Dad chatted one after another.I leaned forward quietly, Xi An faced the car window, closed his eyes, his body swayed with the occasional bumps.

"Hi." I whispered.

Sean didn't respond.

I poked Xi An's waist with my elbow: "Xian?"

He was completely asleep.

I am silent.this must have