Taking a deep breath, Angela tried her best to keep herself calm. She never thought that she was just coming to her alma mater for a simple exchange on film, but she encountered such a terrible thing. Luckily she was in the studio's room and not outside when the gunshots rang out, otherwise God knows what would have happened.
"Backett, how's it going out now? I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm in the studio's room, I asked them to lock the door and prepare the table, as soon as there's any movement outside, it's blocked... No no no, No need, just wait for the police to come, you don't take risks, I'll be fine... Okay, just like this, call me immediately if there is any situation." Angela closed the phone, and put the phone on her chest for a long time. Out of breath.
She turned her head, although there were endless babbling outside, she still gave all the expectant eyes a calm smile: "Don't worry, the police will come soon, as long as we stay here and don't go out, we will definitely It'll be fine."
Angela said and looked at the school representative who came with him, Mr. Walter Edie, the assistant of the Academic Affairs Office with a half bald head. The latter understood what he meant, wiped the sweat on his forehead and affirmed: "At this time, the students are basically in class, except for sports and other courses, most of them are in the classroom, and they will definitely do the same as you. Decision. It's been a few minutes now, and the absence of footsteps outside is the best proof."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Edie." Angela nodded. Although this guy was as flustered and overwhelmed as the students at the beginning, he immediately helped to appease his students after he reacted.
"Are we really going to be alright? Really?" a brown-haired girl asked terrified at this time, looking straight at Angela, as if she would cry immediately if she didn't get the answer she wanted. Most of my classmates are like that.
Although Angela immediately controlled the situation and asked them to call the police, and at the same time got in touch with her bodyguard, the unease still flowed among the people. No wonder, they are still just a group of sixteen or seventeen year olds after all.
"It'll be alright," Angela tried to lighten her tone. "Believe me, compared to what happened to me in North Hollywood five or six years ago, this gunshot is really nothing."
After hearing this, many people's eyes gleamed. Yes, Angela had fought with fierce robbers in North Hollywood at the beginning. If she still said this, it would definitely be okay!
People are more likely to trust people than usual when they are in a panic. Coupled with the mentality of blind obedience, the atmosphere in the room is finally a lot more relaxed. Angela, who helped bring about this situation, had a nonchalant expression on the surface, but she smiled bitterly in her heart. Although the gangsters in North Hollywood were fiercely fired, she was surrounded by police, bodyguards, and an FBI agent named Meiweis. , and more importantly, with a gun in hand! And now, to say the worst is the lamb to be slaughtered.
Hell, if Buckett had been a little more persistent or if he wasn't so stubborn, things would have been a lot better now. Angela bit her lip and thought a little uneasy. Even so, she kept comforting herself that things might not be so bad, as long as everyone didn't go out and wait for the police to arrive. As for the rest of the campus...then we can only pray for God's blessing. Heck, how could this happen.
Ten minutes has finally passed. Angela has never spent such a long and restless ten minutes. Although the minute hand on the wall has only moved a short distance, it seems like centuries have passed. Fortunately, the gunshots like stir-fried beans have gradually subsided, but they will occasionally ring a few times. Maybe the shooter is running away
At this moment, the knock on the door suddenly sounded without warning, which startled everyone in the room. Everyone looked at each other and stood there, not knowing what to do, and even the original low noises were gone.
"Who's outside!" Owen asked loudly first, but there was no answer from the outside, just kept knocking on the door.
"If you don't answer, don't open the door!" Owen continued to shout, but there was still no response from outside.
"Maybe someone is injured and can't answer for the time being." A boy said hesitantly, "Maybe we..."
"Can't open the door!" A girl immediately screamed in horror.
"Only God knows who is out there!" another girl added.
"But what if there are people out there who really need help?" Another girl retorted.
The two factions immediately quarreled over the knock on the door, and Angela was busy discussing what to do with Walter and Owen at this time, so she couldn't care less. The reason why Walter was asked to give a general description of the situation on campus was that she was worried about this situation, but when the knock on the door kept ringing, she realized that it was too difficult to make a decision.
"We have to open the door and see." At last the opinions were united in a hurried knock on the door.
Angela, who hasn't discussed the result with Walter, can only smile bitterly, although she really wants to wait, but now she obviously can't veto their opinions, so she has to take over the conversation: "Okay, listen to me now! Let's go through the door first. Ask loudly, if it is confirmed that it is the person who needs help, open the door and let him in, if you can't confirm it, I will stand by the door and open a crack to see, if there is any accident, the person behind the door will immediately close the door and lock it!"
The people in the room were stunned for a while, and invariably objected to it. Angela turned a deaf ear and walked to the door and grabbed the handle: "Okay, that's it, listen to my instructions! Do as I say!"
Angela's previous appeasement work had established authority among these people, and the little assistant in the Academic Affairs Office, Talte, had no ability, so she had to do as she said. After Owen and the others stood behind the door, Angela took a deep breath and was about to ask out loud, but the knocking on the door suddenly stopped at this moment without warning.
This sudden change made everyone in the room stunned again, and Angela's heart jumped faster. What happened? The shooter is chasing? It seems that there has been no gunshots since just now, will it be...
Angela wanted to call Buckett and others outside to ask about the situation. Although she asked Buckett and the others to stay where they were and wait for the police to come in together, she believed that Buckett and the others would not fully execute it. Has come to the vicinity of the building. But the knocking on the door that stopped made her very uneasy, just in case...
Gritting her teeth, Angela turned her head: "I'll open the door and go out to have a look. If there is a situation, close the door immediately and leave me alone. I have experience in dealing with such situations. Understand?"
Without waiting for the others to speak, she had already clicked open the door, opened a gap and carefully observed the outside before squeezing out. There was almost a needle drop in the corridor, and no one could be heard. Angela held her breath and looked left and right. She took a few steps outside and wanted to shout, but she immediately woke up and covered her mouth. It seemed that the person who knocked on the door just now had already left. After hesitating for two seconds, she sighed and prepared to return to the room.
At this moment, a click came from the corner of the corridor, and in the next second, Angela saw two black muzzles aimed at her, and at the same time a pair of fierce red eyes.
Angela's head was blank, she froze in place and stared at the man with a twisted face in front of her, motionless, until the other party shouted in a hoarse voice: "Get out of the way!"
Angela shuddered, but the other party didn't shoot the first time? ! When she saw the other party's appearance, she immediately understood. Although the face was extremely twisted and hideous, it still reminded her who the other party was, and then she thought of the football team Yan in the room like lightning.
"You can't do that." Angela said in a calm tone that surprised her.
"Get out of the way!" The other party yelled again in a hoarse voice, deaf to her, and the muzzle of the gun aimed at her was also trembling slightly.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Angela stared straight at the other party, and then took a deep breath: "Everyone inside listened carefully, lock the door and don't come out!"
With this loud shout, Angela's hand grabbing the doorknob slammed and slammed the door shut.
"Bastard!" The other party screamed fiercely, like a wounded wolf in the wasteland. He slapped Angela away with a slap, rushed to the door and kicked it violently several times in a row, making a huge bang bang bang. sound.
Seeing that the door could not be kicked open for a while, the crazy gunman turned around and stared at Angela with blood-red eyes. Angela, who was pushed aside and hit the wall, managed to regain her senses, and a heart was immediately lifted again.
What happened just now was completely an automatic reaction of her body, her mind was always blank, she didn't know why she did that, she only knew that she had to do it.
"You bastard! I knew it! You are with them!" The young man shouted through gritted teeth, waving his guns at Angela, as if he would pull the trigger at any time.
Calm down, Angie, keep calm, it'll be alright, it'll be alright.
"Please calm down, Samson, please calm down first?" Angela said in a calm tone, although her face was a little pale, she still looked at the other party without blinking, and tried her best to keep her breathing steady.
She slowly raised her hands and spread them out slowly: "Look, I won't hurt you."
She looked at each other's blood-red eyes calmly, without feeling any fear at all, as if she had entered a certain mode.
"Fuck you! You don't understand anything! I've had enough! Don't fucking keep me calm! I've had enough!" "
"Violence can't solve any problems." Angela raised her hand and said in a soothing tone, "We can talk."
"Nothing to talk about! Go and open the door, don't think I dare not kill you!" Samson grabbed Angela's shoulder fiercely, strangled her by the throat and pressed her against the wall, holding a gun The muzzle of the gun rested on her forehead.
Don't panic, Angie, don't panic, he's still sensible, otherwise he would have shot. "You're not such a person, Samson, I just want to help you." Angela said still calmly.
"No one can help me! No one!" Samson roared and pushed Angela out, brandishing his pistol and yelling, "You know what it's like to be alone in a corner and no one cares?! Do you know what it's like to walk alone on campus, but no one looks at you?! Do you know what it's like to be treated as a sofa toy, bullied, at home or in school, where you can't escape?! You What do you know! What do you know, you woman, you high star!"
"I know!"
"Lie! Lie!"
Bang bang bang! Samson swung the pistol furiously and pulled the trigger recklessly. Finally, he still had some sense, and he didn't aim the muzzle at Angela. The floor, ceiling, and sparks shot up.
Angela's face turned pale again, her fists clenched tightly. For a moment, she thought she was dead, but she still maintained this extraordinary composure when she came back to her senses.
Nat, help me, tell me what he's thinking, and tell me how to convince him!
"Indeed, I haven't experienced what you have experienced, but I have also experienced some things." Angela said in the soothing tone she used before, "I think some of the feelings are the same, that kind of lonely, unable to deal with What people say is the sense of despair that the whole world has abandoned, making people want to destroy the whole world, right?"
It was probably because Angela had said something on her mind. Although Samson was still staring at her with fierce eyes and breathing heavily, he did not wave his pistol indiscriminately.
"I once... loved several people at the same time, and at the same time, they all loved me at the same time, but they didn't know each other's existence. I wanted to tell them the truth, but I never had the courage, always thinking that they would be with them forever. I was by my side, so they dragged on until they abandoned me." Angela said in a steady voice, as if she was telling someone else's story, "At that time, I was like a quagmire, and I was in pain all day long, or I was anesthetized with alcohol. Either I stay for a whole day and do nothing, and I often fantasize about picking up an automatic rifle and sweeping from one end of the street to the other. So, I can understand how you feel, the feeling of being suppressed for a long time An outburst of despair followed."
Samson, who was out of breath, showed a mocking smile, which looked particularly terrifying on his twisted face: "It is indeed a rich man, and even boyfriends can date several at the same time!"
"I'm not saying this to show off," Angela looked at him and said quietly, "I just want to make one point, Samson, whether rich or poor, men or women, there will be times when they can't help themselves. There will always be times of desperation to destroy everything. But violence will never solve problems, it will only destroy others as well as yourself. My grandfather always said to me that God closed a door for us and must open a door for us. Window, what we're going to do is find that open window, not destroy the whole house."
Although Samson was still staring at Angela, his frenzied emotions had obviously weakened, and after a while he let out a giggle: "Someone said that to me a long time ago, but it's useless, God that shit. Give me a room with no doors and no windows at all!"
"Really? Really not, or did you forget to look for it?" Angela squeezed her fist lightly, "Samson, has no one really cared about you? Someone who told you this sentence still treats you What did you say? No one really comforted you when you screwed up? The girl next door never smiled at you? Remember, how many details have you overlooked?"
Although Samson looked at Angela with vigilant and defensive eyes, the hands holding the gun fell down weakly, his body trembled slightly unconsciously, and his face was not so hideous and twisted.
"Remember?" Angela, who was watching, put down the last straw, "I told you before that everything will be fine, and bad things won't exist forever."
The other's body trembled more obviously, but he bit his lip and didn't speak.
"Put down the gun, okay? The police should be coming, and I can accompany you down." Angela finally breathed a sigh of relief, when she realized that her palms were all sweaty and her vest was completely soaked. .
Even so, she continued to maintain her calm appearance: "I promise, if you put down your gun and go out with me, the police will never embarrass you, and I will also plead with the judge."
Samson gritted his teeth, as if a little heartbeat and a little unwilling, just at this moment the police's voice suddenly rang: "Don't move! Throw the gun away!"
From another stairway far behind Angela, several heavily armed police officers rushed up, all pointing their guns at this side, and Samson, who was surprised, raised his gun almost in a conditioned reflex. , Angela's heart that was so easy to put down was suddenly lifted up again.
Damn, these guys don't come early or late, but they come at this time! Angela thought angrily in her heart, and hurriedly raised her hands and shouted: "Please stay calm, he is no longer threatening!"
The police turned a deaf ear, just kept yelling to put down their guns, so of course Samson wouldn't put down his weapons, and hid his guns behind Angela, waving his arms constantly.
idiot! Can't you just look at the situation? ! Angela cursed in her heart. After calling several times to no avail, she turned around and wanted to continue to persuade Samson: "Samson, put down your weapons, please, I think..."
Although she was only stunned for a few seconds, Samson, who was paying attention to her, noticed something strange and turned back sharply with his gun raised. The police who had sneaked over immediately rushed forward, but unfortunately, the original plan to subdue the other party with one move turned into a tussle on the ground.
"Don't resist, Samson, don't resist!" Angela, who was standing there, shouted anxiously, but how could the two people who were twisted together could hear it.
The policeman who followed the policeman rushed up and wanted to help subdue the mad Samson, and the policeman at the stairs also rushed over and wanted to take Angela away, at this moment—
boom!
The gun rang, and Angela trembled, only to feel that something slammed into her body from the lower right. She opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the police not far away, their eyes all showing horror.
She slowly lowered her head, and under the chest line on her right side, a touch of red was rapidly expanding.
"It's bad." Angela said softly, and then fell straight back.