Officer x You (Forty-four)
Fictional background, fictional background, different world!
Privately designed characters, privately designed names and places
The male and female protagonists are not biological children!
"Why didn't you just stay home? You ran out without permission. It's so dangerous out there! Is this how the guards carry out my orders?!"
Feyntz had just returned to headquarters and learned from his secretary that you were coming. As soon as he walked in, he lost control of his temper and lashed out at you. He'd been trying to figure out your father's situation, and if anything happened between you and Emma, he'd kill you!
You shrank your shoulders back at what he said, then quickly stood up from the sofa in the living room, walked towards him knowing you were in the wrong, and took the military cap he took off.
"Brother, this isn't about the guards. I'm really worried about Father, and I can't wait for a call from the office, so I came here to find you..."
After you put his military cap away, you turned around and saw that he was still angry, so you walked over and pulled his sleeve.
"Don't tell me everything, I'll be scared...Brother, where have you been? Is there any sign of resolving Father's issue?"
Showing weakness always works. Feinz's rage was instantly extinguished by your cold water. He knew that although you appeared to be submissive, you actually had a set of logic in your heart that no one could undermine.
"For every one you say, there are ten reasons waiting here."
His brows were furrowed almost into a knot, but he finally forgave you for going out without permission today and tapped your forehead as punishment. You covered your head in pain.
"My brother went to the outskirts of Paris and met with Blassiac."
Blassijac? Why him again? How could a French traitor like him help resolve my father's case?
"Brother, why do you want to see Brassiac?"
Feinz didn't reply to you, but walked around to the inside of the desk and opened the drawer. In the blink of an eye, a delicate pistol was lying in your hand.
"Ina, this is a Belgian-made Browning pistol. The caliber is only 6.35, and the magazine can hold six rounds of bullets."
He takes the Browning from you, clicks the magazine catch, ejects the magazine, and shows you the six rounds inside. Then he replaces the magazine and turns the safety.
Ever since the last mutiny, when the guards were withdrawn, Fiennes has become increasingly worried about your and Emma's safety. He can't always be by your side, especially now that your father is in trouble. After much deliberation, he finally asked someone to get this Browning.
"This pistol is a pocket-sized model. It's very light, not heavy, suitable for you to use. It's easy to conceal on your body."
As Feintz spoke, he knelt on one knee and shoved the Browning into your riding boot, then looked up at you. “Like this, no one will notice. Normal security checks don’t usually touch this area.”
You sighed inwardly. As expected of a pocket pistol, it's easy to conceal. It's just that it's a little inconvenient to carry it on your boots.
After taking out the Browning, Fiennes stood up and placed it on the table. Suddenly, he thought of something else. He held your shoulders with both hands, staring at you with his deep blue eyes, and said seriously:
"Yina, the gun my brother gave you can only be pointed at the enemy. No matter what happens, never point it at yourself!"
You didn't take Feints' words seriously. How could you possibly point the gun at yourself? You're not stupid...
In the end, the man didn't hear your reply, but only saw that you looked daydreaming. His expression immediately became more serious, his tone became heavier, and he increased the strength of the hand holding your shoulder.
"You're distracted again, answer your brother!"
You immediately gasped in pain, broke free from his strength and threw yourself into his arms, perfunctorily promising, "I know, I know, brother, I definitely won't do that. How could I possibly do that kind of thing..." But you had to complete your mission and go home.
These words did not relieve the man's anger, but instead added a bit of worry. In his heart, you don't know how many stupid things you have done.
He really wants to keep you and Emma in his protective circle, but the situation is not right now and he doesn't know what accident may happen in the next second.
Feints thought briefly for a few seconds, then decided to continue teaching. "Ina, remember, the Browning is easy to use because it's compact. But that's also why its bullets are so fine, have a short range, and are therefore limited in damage. If you really have to fire a gun, be careful not to shoot too far away."
You nodded. Even though you complained, you still took what Feintz taught you seriously to heart.
He separated your embrace, placed his right index finger on your abdomen instead of the blade, and motioned for you to lower your head.
"If a close-quarters fight requires the use of a blade, simply stabbing with a knife is not enough to be fatal. Instead, it is more likely to stimulate the opponent's will to fight to the death for survival."
You looked down at Feynman's fingers against your abdomen and blinked. Was he, was he teaching you step by step how to kill someone? You didn't want to, but having more skills is always a good thing.
"Then how can it be fatal? Brother, stab more...stab more times?"
I guess the question you asked was too basic. As soon as I finished asking, I heard a chuckle above my head, which temporarily relieved the man's gloomy and depressed mood these days. It can be said to be an unexpected success.
"If they wanted to kill you, why would they give you a few more chances to strike? Ina, listen, we must seize this fatal opportunity."
As he spoke, he pressed his fingers against your abdomen like blades and began to actually operate. "Find the right position, insert the blade downward and sideways, then poke inward, and then thrust it in violently. When you do this step, don't panic. Finally, you need to quickly rotate the handle one circle, and then it's considered complete. Do you understand?"
You nodded, then raised your head, pouted, and said in a somewhat depressed tone, "Brother, you poke me so hard it hurts." Why do your fingers feel like real knives...
Feinz took a deep breath, then pulled you sideways, looking as if he was disgusted with your worthlessness, and rubbed your stomach where you were poked. He had been a little too forceful earlier, and you were wearing thin clothes, so he couldn't blame you for being squeamish this time.
"Yina, you don't have to practice unless it's necessary, but you must remember the key points."
You leaned in his arms, always feeling that he still treated you as a child, and didn't want to listen to him continue chanting.
"Down, in, poke, then turn. It's so simple, brother, I have memorized it a long time ago."
With just a few words, you simplified his lengthy speech into a catchy formula, learning and applying it immediately. You placed your fingers on his chest, touching it lightly, poking it symbolically, and your fingertips stained with red nail polish casually circled around his heart, and the rose juice had already turned into a black mass.
The man's blue eyes looked deeper and deeper as he looked at you, his Adam's apple swallowing, rising and falling, making his suppressed breathing become ambiguous.
I learned well. I didn’t get distracted this time and listened carefully.
This chapter has a total of 12,000,000, but I can only release 2,000, and the rest is in the hidden ending of the return gift:
Brother teaches sister, brother and sister get along with each other, the hero saves his father from the perspective of the heroine
The next chapter will conclude the Paris line!
Red heart is the driving force of renewalbr>
No gift record
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