Chapter 35 You just know you're afraid
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, causing Emma, who was about to exchange false confession for forgiveness, to freeze instantly. All calculations and pretense fell apart at this moment.
She knew very well that she couldn't continue to pretend to be the victim in this matter as usual. After all, both Teddy and Megan had stayed with Lango longer than she had.
Even if he was a relative, Lange couldn't trust him blindly.
So she thought about it all night and decided to admit her mistake directly to Lango, telling him that she did these stupid things because she was jealous of Teddy and Megan's relationship with their uncle.
Judging from their interactions in the past few days, she believed that this uncle who doted on her would not do anything to her.
At most, it's just a scolding and apology.
But the scene in front of her made her freeze in place.
Lange approached her step by step with heavy steps, and his eyes that were once full of tenderness were now as cold as frost.
Thinking of what Teddy said on the phone last night, Lange sighed secretly and asked in a cold tone: "How did your father die?"
"I don't know!"
Emma defended eagerly, "I found my father dead at home as soon as I got up that day, with a gun in his hand. I really don't know, it might have been a thief, or it might have been some other bad guy, but really It’s not me."
Lango was unmoved. He gently raised his hand and touched Emma's chin with his fingertips, interrupting her words while carefully wiping away the dirt on her face.
Then, he looked directly into Emma's eyes and asked word for word: "Emma, let me ask you one last time."
"How did your father die?"
At this time, Emma felt unprecedented pressure, and the indifference and seriousness in her uncle's eyes was something she had never seen before.
Her body trembled involuntarily. Finally, after a moment of silence, she nodded slightly and said in a voice as thin as a gnat, "That was just an accident."
Snap——!
The next second, Lange slapped him! He threw her whole body towards the sofa next to him.
Emma held her cheeks that were rapidly swelling, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if she were looking at a complete stranger.
Lango gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "This slap is for your mother!"
"You don't deserve to be her child! You don't deserve to be part of the Wen family either!"
He then grabbed Emma's collar, ignoring the panic and despair in her eyes, and continued to ask: "Where are your former nannies, classmates, and teachers?!"
Emma touched the swollen left side of her face, looked at her beloved uncle with hatred in the past few days, and screamed directly: "Why are you asking so many questions! Do you want to kill me?" Hurry up and do it. When I die and see my mother, I will tell you that you killed me!"
Snap——!
As soon as she finished speaking, Lango slapped her again in anger!
His eyes flashed with anger, and he almost roared: "Believe me, if your mother knew that you would become like this, she would personally send you to prison!"
"SoWhat?!"
Emma completely gave up all pretense and shouted hysterically, "Either you kill me now, otherwise, I will continue to do this! If you have the guts, do it!"
Lango was stunned. Looking at the malicious girl in front of him, he couldn't believe that this was his sister's child.
After a long silence, Lango slowly loosened his clenched fists.
He looked away from Emma and turned to a picture frame placed quietly in front of the TV cabinet.
In the photo, a family of five is enjoying themselves happily. The middle-aged couple is smiling broadly, a son and daughter are nestling beside each other, and the little boy is holding a teddy bear tightly in his arms. The picture is warm and happy.
This is Lango's only family photo. In the photo, he is sitting happily in his sister's arms and looking happily at the camera in front of him.
Looking at the smiling parents and sister in the photo, and thinking about Emma's current appearance, Lango couldn't help but feel an unspeakable sadness in his heart.
His eyes were slightly red, irritability and helplessness were intertwined, and finally turned into a heavy curse.
"Farke!"
Then, Lango turned around suddenly, locked eyes on Emma, and said coldly: "You like killing people, don't you?"
Emma was stunned when she heard this. Just when she didn't understand why, Lango then ordered Megan: "Call her teacher and ask her for a day off."
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Queens, a small town on the edge.
A pickup truck drove quickly down the road and stopped at the door of a villa. In the car, Lange looked solemn and quickly loaded two pistols. Then he glanced at Emma who was still confused and threw one of the pistols into her lap without any doubt.
"A notorious gang leader in Queens lives here. This guy not only sells drugs, but also abducts and trades women and children, killing dozens of people."
Lange said seriously: "Go, there are at least a dozen people inside, and none of them have been wronged. If you are really brave, go down and kill them all now!"
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Emma was shocked and looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling: "Are you crazy? They are..."
"A bullet from your gun is just as deadly as a bullet from an adult's gun!"
Lange interrupted her coldly, with unquestionable determination in his tone, "Get out of the car, or I'll throw you in directly!"
Emma glared at him angrily and desperately, then angrily picked up the gun, pushed open the door, and jumped out of the car.
Looking at her thin back, Teddy couldn't bear to say: "What are you doing, Rango? There are a bunch of perverted gangsters in that room. Even if you want to punish Emma, you shouldn't do this."
Lango did not answer his words, but picked up another pistol and got out of the car without saying a word.
Here, Emma stood in front of the villa, her ears filled with the deafening rap music and the screams of women in the house. She was so nervous that she almost suffocated.
She couldn't help but turn her head and glance, but Lange still stood motionless in front of the car door, staring at her coldly.
With no way out, Emma gritted her teeth and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened a small opening, and a shirtless black man wearing beach shorts looked outside warily.
After seeing Emma, he looked up and down for a while, then opened the door happily and said with a smile: "Hey, cutie, do you want to come in and join the party?"
"I" Emma's palms were sweating, and she held the pistol behind her tightly, her voice trembling with fear.
"Comeon! Don't be so shy, uncle has a lot of good things here."
As he said this, the nigger had already stretched out his hand and tried to touch Emma's cheek.
Seeing the greasy, thick black fingers getting closer and closer to her, Emma closed her eyes, took out the gun and pulled the trigger.
However, due to excessive nervousness, such a close shot missed and hit the wall next to the door.
"Waterfa?!"
Upon seeing this, the nigger immediately flashed back into the house, but Emma still stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.
A few seconds later, the nigger from earlier rushed out with a firearm. Just as he was about to fight back, a bullet flew over from a short distance and accurately penetrated his eyebrows.
Lango quickly appeared behind Emma and asked disdainfully: "Is this your ability? Huh?"
At this time, the remaining niggas in the room also reacted and picked up their weapons and fired wildly at the door.
Lango put his arm around Emma's chest and clamped her around his waist, then dodged and hid behind the wall.
Looking at the panicked Emma, Lango sneered and rushed in with her!
He clung to the wall, dodging bullets while firing back accurately. Thanks to his training and actual combat results in Africa, he faced these niggas who had average marksmanship and could only shoot blindly in front of them.
It didn't take long for Lango to settle them.
Almost every bullet hit their vital points accurately.
After the conflict, Lange threw Emma directly to the ground where there was a pool of blood behind the corpses, and then asked in a deep voice: "Look, how come you can't even kill anyone?!"
Emma looked down at her dress that was stained red with blood. The stubbornness and rebuttal she once had were gone now. She just sat there helplessly, her eyes empty.
When she looked at Lange, her lips trembled, her face full of sincerity and pity.
"I know I was wrong uncle."
Lange lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly shook his head, "It's not that you know you're wrong, you're just afraid..."
He looked at Emma with a frown, and had to think of a way to deal with her properly.
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(End of this chapter)