Jack escorted Anna away with a group of bodyguards.

The big house, only Yang Chen and Anne are left, the nanny has been on vacation, since being threatened by the gangsters, little Anne also asked for leave from school, stuffy at home, because her mother Anna is busy with work, the little guy is very lonely and lonely, the big brother who misses the most is here, and the little girl is very happy.

"Barron, look at my paintings."

The little girl took out a stack of drawing paper out of nowhere and held it in front of Yang Chen.

Yang Chen smiled, picked up the childlike watercolor paintings one by one, and admired them carefully, although Nini experienced the divorce of her parents and often did not get her mother's personal care, but from these paintings, she could still feel her innocence and optimism, as well as the carefree of happy children.

"It's very well drawn."

Yang Chenxu had something to encourage Nini, but in fact, this guy didn't know how to paint at all.

Proficient in everything, invincible and handsome, and suave, that is the life of the male protagonist of YY novels, and he is teased by fate from time to time, Yang Chen, who has struggled countless times in a hard life and on the line of death, is a living person in the real world, which can compare to the male protagonist of YY novels.

Yang Chen hasn't finished reading Nini's paintings yet.

The little girl put on the beautiful clothes her mother bought for her again, imitated the "Victoria's Secret" supermodel in the living room, and walked back and forth in front of Yang Chen, asking if she looked good.

Yang Chen smiled and nodded, and even said that it looked good.

It's not against her will, Nini is like her mother, a standard beauty embryo, and I don't know how many men will be fascinated when she grows up.

"Barron, did you come to see me this time?"

"Yes, I'm here to see you little devil, and by the way, clean up the scum who threatens you and your mother." Yang Chen hugged Anne, who walked to his side, in his arms and asked softly, "If a bad guy breaks in in a while, are you afraid?" ”

Nini shook her head vigorously, innocent.

"That's brave." Yang Chen kissed Nini affectionately on the forehead, since he met this cute little guy, he subconsciously regarded her as a relative who needed his own care and protection.

If the little girl is really in danger.

He absolutely did not hesitate to exchange his life for the hope of her survival.

Nini finished showing off her smug things, turned on the sixty-five-inch flat-screen TV, and pulled Yang Chen to play racing games, and soon, laughter came from the living room.

The boulevard outside the house.

The four cars drove slowly, and finally quietly stopped outside the front yard of Anna's house, and out of the car came fourteen or fifteen people, most of them strong and strong, all carrying guns, and even a few powerful M4 carbines, this country, with a population of 300 million, and the number of privately owned guns reached a staggering 250 million.

Children play with guns.

It's normal for gangsters to have guns.

They didn't come with bazookas, and they were already restrained and low-key.

The tall and strong man with a bit of Indian blood at the head pulled the bolt of the Desert Eagle in his hand, and after the bullet was loaded, he waved his hand quietly, and the fourteen or fifteen people scattered, carefully surrounding Anna's house.

Inside the house.

The huge flat-screen TV still flickered.

The gangsters quietly opened the door and entered the living room one after another, at this time the living room was empty, the man at the head gestured, and the dozen subordinates were divided to find people, some searched on the first floor, and some tiptoed upstairs with guns.

They are extra careful.

Because two hours ago, the group of people who followed Anna were killed and injured twice, and suffered heavy losses, it is said that Anna has masters around her, and they don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Gangsters are not equal to fools who don't want to die.

There were two men searching the bedroom on the second floor, one in front of the other, and entered a bedroom, the person in front looked under the bed, and the person in the back went to check the wardrobe.

As soon as the person inspecting the wardrobe opened the door of the wardrobe, a hand stretched out from the hanging clothes like lightning, instantly crushing his throat, twisting violently, his cervical spine was dislocated and disjointed, and he didn't see the person in the closet until he died, and he didn't have time to shoot, and he died silently, so that his companion who was lying on the ground and looking under the bed did not notice that he was dead.

The man who was whimpering for his life collapsed limply.

The murderer stepped out of the closet, and it was Yang Chen.

The man who was lying on his stomach and looking under the bed was about to straighten his waist, just from the bottom of the bed, he saw the other side of the big bed, and his companion was sitting in front of the closet.

Disheveled!

Yang Chen threw out the fruit knife, and hit the center of the gun-wielding man's eyebrows.

The man with a big waist and a round waist fell down dumbfounded, and he didn't blink an eye.

Yang Chen walked to this person's side expressionlessly, bent down and pulled out a fruit knife, wiped the blood stained with the knife on this person's clothes, and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

Corridor on the second floor.

The strong black man who had just finished searching the study exited the room, and before he could turn around, a strong arm wrapped around his neck from behind, and Gaba's cervical vertebra was pinched.

This was the third person to be killed by Yang Chen.

There was still no time to make any struggles and resist, and he died almost silently.

The ghost on the battlefield, the person who has fought side by side with Yang Chen, describes Yang Chen like this, at this moment, this guy is really like a ghost harvesting human lives.

Without the slightest mercy, simply, ruthlessly.

The strong man with Indian blood at the head waited for the results in the large living room on the first floor with the desert eagle, and when he came, the six subordinates on the second floor all did not move.

Mad wolf.

Indian strong man's name.

Yes, it's a name, not a nickname.

The name in Hindi symbolizes good fighting and bravery, and many Indian descendants expect their children to be successful, and they will come up with even more bizarre names, which translate to make the people laugh.

The mad wolf's expression was solemn, and his already ugly face became more and more terrifying.

"You guys go up and have a look." He gave orders to the three men who had just returned from the back garden, and the three did not dare to disobey, and one by one they walked up the stairs, with their backs against the wall, and raised their guns to aim at them, taking every step with great caution.

Before the three of them reached the turn of the stairs, Yang Chen was like a god descending from the earth, falling in front of them, the man who hit the head was stunned for a moment, Yang Chen held the knife in one hand, and strangled back and forth seven or eight times on the neck of this person very quickly and elegantly, and the surprise on the face of the man who was caught off guard was forever frozen.

The man in the middle panicked and aimed at Yang Chen, wanting to shoot.

Yang Chen, who calculated the other party's reaction, left the mortal person, turned around in a wrong step, and the man who wanted to pull the trigger only felt a flower in front of him, and a bright edge picked open the major artery in his neck, castration was unabated, and stabbed the heart of the man behind the hall.

The man, whose main artery had been opened, dropped his gun and sat down the stairs, his hands tightly covering his neck that was spurting blood, praying for God's blessing, but it was difficult to stop the passage of life.

In just a few seconds, Yang Chen killed three people in a row, and floated downstairs, the fruit knife in his hand was still dripping blood, and he was not stained with any blood on his body, making himself embarrassed with blood, not called killing, but desperate.

Cleaning up the rabble, why do you need Yang Chen to fight.

In the huge living room, the crazy wolf, who seemed to be lonely, took a few steps back in amazement, raised the bright desert eagle, and before he could aim at Yang Chen, he was pierced through the wrist by the fruit knife thrown out by Yang Chen.

When.

The silver gun landed.

The mad wolf jumped down on the sofa in horror, ignoring the wrist with the knife inserted, and watched the strange oriental youth approach step by step in horror.

At this time, behind Yang Chen's side, that is, in the direction of the kitchen, three strong men with guns held Anne hostage and walked out slowly.