"It's alright, Mavis, you'll be fine. They said there's no serious injury, and you'll be fine after a few days of rest." Angela accompanied the female detective on the stretcher to the ambulance. nagging.
"You've done it more than a dozen times," said Mavis, who was lying on the stretcher, weakly. "If you don't leave, your two bodyguards may come right over and take you away."
The medical staff next to her also advised: "Don't worry, Miss Angela, Miss Mavis will be fine."
"I know, I know." Angela nodded again and again, but she still watched Mavis get into the ambulance before turning around and leaving.
"Hello, Miss Angela, I'm Sheriff Marin," he was stopped by a bearded man before he took two steps, "Thank you for your support in today's emergency, it's great that you didn't get hurt. But…”
"I just came up with an idea. Even without me, others will see it. This is all due to the police officers. I should be the one to say thank you," Angela smiled politely, "Please don't worry, I will remain silent until I go home, and if I need to take a statement or attend a press conference, I will try my best to cooperate."
"Thank you very much." The other party breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Bucket, Wilder and two other bodyguards who didn't know each other came over: "Miss, we have to go back, you have dragged on for too long."
"Okay, okay, we'll go right away." Angela raised her hands and was surrounded by bodyguards and walked to the car that just drove outside. As soon as they stepped out of the cordon, the impatient reporters all around rushed up.
"Miss Angela, what do you think of this firefight?"
"Did you feel scared, Miss Angela?"
"May I ask what prompted you to shoot the gangster with a gun, Miss Angela?"
Countless guns and short guns surround her, and there are flashing lights and cameras of all kinds, and it looks more like she is walking the red carpet than the rest of her life. If it wasn't for the bodyguards keeping her in the middle, these guys might have rushed up and grabbed her by the collar and asked her to answer every question, since no celebrity has ever experienced such a horrific event.
However, Angela, who was escorted by the bodyguards to the car, aside from maintaining a faint smile, did not say a word even though the reporter rubbed her lips. She didn't remember anything until she got into the car, turned and pointed at the camera of a certain TV station: "I'm fine, please don't worry about people who care about me, there is no slight injury."
After speaking, he did not give reporters any time to react, and quickly got into the car and left the scene.
ended? ended! Angela, who leaned back on the seat, completely relaxed her body.
After a little bit, I was afraid that it would come up at this time, and the heartbeat and blood flow also tended to be normal, and it was more natural to be excited. This kind of thing is not something that can be encountered anytime, anywhere, and he also draws his gun and shoots - although he doesn't know whether he hits or not.
Of course, in the excitement, she still maintained the necessary calm. After all, if it wasn't for Mavis who protected her with her body, and if it wasn't for the arrival of the FBI that prompted her to change to a bulletproof car, who knows what the situation would be like today? But then again, if it wasn't for Mavis and the others, I wouldn't be wandering around the streets today and bumping into this kind of thing like luck - well, it's a chicken-or-egg question, so don't to think about it.
To be honest, it wasn't the police who told her before that although the firefight was so fierce and more than two dozen people were injured, if no one died so far, Angela would not be as easy as it is now.
Although this terrible thing has a good ending, let's not do the same thing again. Angela said this in her heart, and couldn't help thinking of Mavis who was being sent to the hospital. Well, although she has a lot of things that she doesn't deal with, after all, she was injured to save herself, so... I'm sorry by the way when I go to the hospital to see her.
Angela, who thought so, nodded with a wry smile, and I'm afraid she won't be able to act in the short term. With the live broadcast of TV stations, the United States and even the whole of North America may already know the news that Miss Genius was trapped in the middle of the street by bank robbers, and finally drew a gun in self-defense.
It can be imagined how the media will pursue and block her after this, and what public opinion will have. Of course, there should not be many negative views. After all, the viciousness of the two gangsters is obvious to all, but as national idols, wealthy daughters, and well-known geniuses, they shoot the gangsters in the street.
I'm just doing it in self-defense, otherwise I'd have shot and the LAPD should have given me a good citizen award. Angela pouted in her heart. But these are nothing, and the more headache is still now.
"Oh, God, Chrissy, Chrissy, aren't you hurt?!" The tearful mother rushed over and hugged her tightly as she got out of the car before entering the door disappeared by himself.
"It's alright, Mom, I'm not hurt, I'm right here, and I won't go anywhere." Angela hugged her mother and patted her on the back soothingly. Although she was very moved, she was still a little worried, because... behind.
As expected, the mother immediately took her daughter to her room after venting her worries and fears.
"How can you be so reckless! How can you shoot at gangsters in the street! Do you know how dangerous it is! Do you know how worried we are!" Mother's chest kept heaving, her hands clenched into fists, her whole body All trembling slightly.
"I'm just... self-defense." Angela sat on the chair in a proper manner, with her head lowered and her hands folded between her legs, like a good girl. You know, what she originally planned was to fight on the grounds that she was 21 years old and had complete freedom to do what she thought she should do.
However, when her mother entered the room and her face darkened, her confidence was immediately driven out of the sky, and she even hesitated to speak as if she lacked confidence. This can't be blamed on Angela, there are few mothers like this in her memory. Even after she ran away from home at the age of four and was brought back, her mother was only excited and worried, not angry now.
"Self-defense? So many cops around and people protecting you! I don't see any reason for you to draw a gun! If a gangster shoots you for your actions... God, I can't imagine a situation like that! "Mother walked around the room clutching her forehead, her body shaking even more.
"But at that time... only Mavis was around... the gangsters were approaching again..." Angela's head was lower, and now she just hoped that her mother wouldn't make any punishment for it.
Angela clearly remembers the summer vacation in London in 1986. When she was hunting with her parents, she rode Windsor around in the wild because she was in a bad mood. In the end, she didn't know where she went, surrounded by dense forests. Not only was the girl not afraid at all, but she just walked and walked with Windsor leisurely, ignoring the feelings of her family, and didn't start to find her way home until it was getting dark.
It's not so easy to find directions in the wild, and she has no tools around. Fortunately, she was lucky. After it was completely dark, she finally found a log cabin on a private property. After knocking on the door, she realized that she had actually come to the royal family's Balamore Castle. It happened that the royal family was on vacation here, and the servant of Her Royal Highness, Paul Barrell, was in the cabin, so he contacted his grandfather, and then his mother drove over to take her back.
The mother at that time was as excited, worried and angry as she is now. In order to find her, almost all the people in the castle were sent out for an entire afternoon. So after returning home, her mother immediately reprimanded her severely, along with "cruel", "horrific" and "disgusting" punishments.
Well, these words are all added by Angela herself, and I believe that younger brothers and sisters will agree. Remember when Ike was punished by his mother for fighting? Angela suffered even more than him. In addition to the grounding, the "Ladies' Code" (in Angela's language) was copied and recited no less than ten times, not to mention the doubled etiquette training!
The most tragic thing is that the etiquette training, which was still easy, has become extremely strict since then, and it is still the responsibility of the mother! To this day, every time I think of it, Angela is still surprised. How did she do it at that time? And it's doing so well? Come to think of it, Prince Philip, who has always been known for being old-fashioned and conservative, has publicly praised her still a few years old as: a laudable example of a lady!
Fortunately, she also has a caring father. No matter how busy she is at work, she will accompany her to talk and make her happy, and often remind her mother, so Angela did not become rigid because of this. But the after-effect is that if the mother is really angry, even if she has good reasons, she will immediately become a good girl, no matter what the mother says, she will only nod her head.
"Anyway, shooting is not your only option!" Although her mother's voice was a little lower, she folded her arms and turned her back to Angela, "Don't you think about us, Chrissy? ?"
The last sentence was obviously vibrato, and the mother's shoulders shrugged slightly, obviously very sad. Angela sighed softly in her heart, got up and walked over to hug her mother from behind, and then put her head on her shoulder: "I'm sorry, mother, I made you worry. But, I'm already an adult, I Know what to do when."
To be honest, there are not many times when my mother is angry, and it is even rarer to be angry and sad like this.
The mother sighed, turned around and held her daughter's face: "Is it an adult already?"
"Of course, I'm no longer the little girl who is always in your arms," said Angela, who suddenly turned her head and thought, "However, I don't seem to be coquettish in your arms."
"Really, I still remember when you were 5 years old when you were halfway down the hallway with a candle in the Frent House and didn't dare to go again, I was the one who carried you back, and you were still arguing with me Sleep." The mother reminded immediately.
"It's not like that. Although I don't think it's appropriate to hang those portraits on the promenade, it's not too scary. I just don't want to..." Angela suddenly closed her mouth at this point, and she couldn't say it.
So she immediately changed the subject: "Anyway, I can now take responsibility for my actions, Mom."
"Responsible?" The mother didn't ask more, but asked another question unceremoniously: "You like women, and you have three lovers at the same time, how are you going to be responsible for them?"
"This..." The daughter's face sank, "don't mention this for now, Mom."
The mother snorted softly and seemed to have something to say, but after seeing her daughter's blank expression, she finally just hugged her and kissed her on the forehead: "Promise me, don't be so reckless, Chris? "
"It won't happen again, Mom, I promise." Angela whispered to her mother.
The possible family storm passed like this, as Angela said, she was an adult anyway - finally being an adult again after 20 years, really don't know whether to cry or laugh - so the mother didn't say anything but a few words. Nothing more. As for the father, as soon as he got home, he gave his daughter a big hug.
"That's amazing, Chrissy. You know, when I was told to turn on the TV, my heart almost jumped out, but when you crawl on the ground and start shooting, I knew you'd be fine, nothing. It's something my daughter can't do." The father patted Angela's arm and said in an exaggerated tone.
It wasn't until Elina coughed heavily beside her that she put away her smile and said: "But I don't like a next time, Chris, it's too dangerous, good luck can't be with you forever. My mother, your grandmother, learned a sentence: 'The son of a thousand gold cannot sit down in the hall'. I believe you should know the meaning of this sentence in Chinese."
"I understand, Dad, I will be careful." Angela nodded seriously.
This is the difference between fathers and mothers, fathers are better at opening with a relaxed tone, and then speak out their views and discuss with their daughters in a suitable atmosphere. So, Angela prefers her father a little more.
Although the parents were all right, the two little devils, Ike and Willie, were not easy to get rid of. They insisted on pulling Angela to tell her the story of beating the bad guys. If Angela was impatient, she would immediately put on a tearful look and say something like "we're worried about you".
Even though she knew that they were pretending, Angela was still defeated. Not only was her bed occupied, but she had to make up today's story into a story of coaxing them to sleep. Fortunately, it's easy for her to make up a story, but it's a little strange to describe herself as Ultraman who fights little monsters.
But what gave her mixed feelings tonight was Kate's phone call.
"What are you doing there today! Shooting the gangsters! Do you know how dangerous that is! Do you know how worried I am in front of the TV!" This was Kate's angry roar.
"Are you alright, Angie, I saw the TV. Although you said you weren't injured, I'm still worried... Don't do this kind of thing again, I'll be very worried." These are Jessica's gentle words.
"How's it going? Is it really okay? You are too impulsive and reckless. In that case, just leave it to the police. Why do you have to be brave? I am very worried about you, really worried about you, seeing you crawling on the ground My mind went blank when I shot!" It was Natalie's complex sigh, quick and cool.
Hearing these words of concern from the bottom of her heart, Angela was both moved and guilty, but at present she can only say a few words of comfort on the phone. After all, she didn't have the energy to deal with her messy feelings before this matter passed, and it wasn't so easy to deal with. By the way, if this incident is handled well, maybe it can be used
Angela's expectations were not bad. The next day, when she got up from her younger siblings, washed and changed clothes and came downstairs, she was immediately taken aback by the headline of the Los Angeles Times.
Our heroine!
This is their title, and the letters are thick and bright red, and the accompanying photo is a snap shot of her leaving the scene. I have to say that the angle of the photographer's grasp is very good. He stretched out his hand and brushed his long hair that was a little messy in the wind. His brows were slightly wrinkled and the corners of his mouth were slightly warped. He seemed both determined and very confident with a half-smile, which perfectly complemented the title. .
"I really admire the level of reporters' ability to make up words." Angela, who had read the entire report, said with a wry smile.
Although the report seems to be impartial, there is another flavor hidden between the lines, especially when it is written that the police admit that the idea of shooting the gangster's foot was provided by Miss Genius over the phone, using several rhetorical devices to conceal her sing praises. As for the shooting at the gangsters, it is even speculated that Angela was the first to hit - God, the police have not released the specific details.
"A PR tactic," explained the father who read the newspaper, "although the police eventually caught both robbers and no one was injured, the lack of firepower and slow rescues were exposed. Get your The role is slightly exaggerated, and you will definitely clarify when you are interviewed by reporters, so that their image will be fuller."
"What if I don't give clarification?" Angela asked, rubbing her chin.
"Would you?" Father asked.
"No?" Angela shook her head after thinking for a few seconds.
"Then it's over. Don't underestimate the police's public relations. There are idiots and there are smart people." My father said and raised several other newspapers, "Let's see what they have written."
"Listen to what you said, you don't have to read it to know." Angela pouted, and her eyes crossed the headlines of the major newspapers. Although it is not as gimmicky as the "Los Angeles Times", you will know the content after reading it. what.
"Obviously, I can't go anywhere today." The girl who had finished breakfast stood up and prepared to go back to her room, so she could deal with other things.
"By the way, dear, remember to call your grandma when you go back." Father suddenly said so.
Angela was stunned for a while and then realized that her father and grandfather might have had a fight on the phone last night. Hey, I really don't know what to say about them.
"I see, Dad." The girl grinned.