[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

It never occurred to me that in the end, I still didn't become a quiet and delicate girl who could be held in the palm of my hand and cared for.

The reason why the police surrounded the hospital in large numbers was that a big drug lord had a heart attack on the way to be extradited, so he had to go to the California State Hospital nearby, so a group of terrorists who didn't know whether they were the big drug lord's subordinates or his deadly enemies sneaked into the hospital, and A fierce gun battle broke out in the heavily guarded special ward.

So, it’s no wonder that the little policeman is not too worried about Roman running away with me. It turns out that there are not too many plainclothes policemen in the hospital. I am afraid that as long as he calls the headquarters, we will not even be able to get out of the hospital gate.

And the weakest link of this encirclement network is only the side door on the side of the hospital for the first entry of fire trucks. As long as they pass through the garden with basically no shelter, these people can escape.

Don't ask me why I know this, I only know that my brain with an IQ of [-] unknowingly popped up a lot of things, including the general armed forces of the gangsters, the level of combat power of the two sides, the retreat routes of the gangsters, the police Basic deployment, etc.

That local tyrant, are you sure that you are training an elegant lady of the upper class, not a super thug of a mysterious organization of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

But the most important issue now is that the gangsters who hijacked the big drug lord are quickly approaching the hospital garden where we are walking, even though the sound of gunshots has been heard from a long distance away.

The little police officer looked like he was about to cry, but he still resolutely pulled out his gun, stood in front of us and said to us, "You, find a place to hide!"

My family's expression was similar to that of the policeman's brother, with a tragic face determined to fight, and he held my hand tightly.

I looked around: although there are tall ash-leaf maples and Norway maples planted by the roadside, it is too naive to rely on trees for shelter.This little brother probably just graduated from the police academy. If he had been replaced by other veteran policemen, he would have slipped off to nowhere. He would have no ambition to confront the gangsters head-on.

Under such circumstances, it made me feel that the times are calling, and my whole body is full of a mysterious and mysterious sense of mission.Shaking my head, I sighed and said, "At this time, just bet on your luck."

The little policeman who was posing for a serious battle pose, and my boyfriend who was holding me and was about to run away in the next second turned their heads to look at me, tilting their heads with almost the same frequency.

Wh, why is she so cute? !

With a light cough, I quickly adjusted my expression, and went straight down with a knife. The policeman's eyes turned limp and fell down before his eyes widened.As his body lost strength, the gun he held tightly in his hand also fell, and with just a light tap of his toes, the handle/gun fell into my hand.

"M9, I hope there aren't too many opponents." I muttered to myself, and looked back at my stunned male ticket, "I'll leave him to you, and I'll deal with those guys."

It's a pity that there is only one road here, and it is inevitable.But when I thought about shooting this time, I didn't have fear but faint excitement—could this be the rhythm of my ultimate evolution into a god?

The hand that wasn't holding the gun was pulled silently, while the owner of the other pair of big hands just looked at me with a worried look on their brows, their thin lips murmured, but they didn't speak.

I smiled easily, and comforted me: "Don't worry, this body's physical strength is just like the female killer in the movie, it's just a few thieves, don't worry."

As I said this, my palms still couldn't help sweating slightly.

He grabbed my hand and objected, "Let me do it, I'll use a gun too."

I smiled and reminded: "There are only five bullets in this gun, and there is really no time to drag it on."

"I..." He opened his mouth dryly, and I couldn't help but push him: "Stop dawdling, go!"

He paused, frowned bitterly and didn't continue to object, he held my heart tightly again, and quickly said: "Be careful, don't force yourself too much, anyway, you can cross over again after a few more hours." .”

After speaking, he quickly kissed my forehead, dragged the policeman to hide behind a thicker tree trunk, and pursed his lips very seriously to give me a cheering gesture.

I nodded slightly, motioned him to hide quickly, and chose a place to hide myself.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer, I took out the makeup mirror I carried with me: there were only three people left on the other side, and each of them took a hostage as a shield, an m1014 shotgun, an m16a4 automatic rifle/gun, Other small arms are not counted, and the sound of explosions one after another indicates that they are also equipped with a considerable number of powerful grenades.

qaq This firepower seems a bit fierce, is it too late for me to apply for Sailor Moon Transformation?

But when I noticed the worried look of my boyfriend who couldn't help poking his head out from behind the tree not far away, I shook my head firmly at him.

I dare not kill me, but it should still be possible to maim—this means that I must knock down three gangsters in the shortest possible time, and I must not hit vital parts or injure the hostages. There is a notorious drug lord here, but the court has the right to try him, not me.

I stared at the makeup mirror in my hand, slowed down my breathing, and gradually brought my body and soul into harmony. This feeling was a bit like doing yoga as usual, slowly letting go of the shackles of my mind.

The sound of fierce fighting is getting closer. Through the refraction of the mirror, I can see that the gangsters are all facing me only 20 meters away, because the police firepower is not small and they are pressing every step of the way, and because no one expected it. On this garden path, apart from ordinary people running away tremblingly, there was me with a gun. They just fought and retreated, and their attention was all on the police and the hostages.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

In a blink of an eye, I flashed out from behind the tree, desperately threw five shots in succession, then quickly retreated behind the tree with my eyes closed, and even the gun flew away with a shake of my hand.

Mamma Mia, I don't know if I got hit. If I die again this time, I don't know if I will be stuffed into some weird body again.

There is nothing wrong with the action movies in the cinema, but even if I have the physical fitness and physical instincts of the original owner, it is still too much for me to actually stage a gun battle. My heart beats faster than the fighting gun The sound is even louder.Originally, I thought I was a woman who could become a god, but it turned out that it was faster for a woman to become a god.

I held my breath behind the tree, and didn't dare to breathe, until a pair of warm palms gently covered my tightly closed eyes-I was so scared that I almost didn't shoot him directly.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay." His voice trembled slightly, mixed with some unspeakable annoyance and shame, "I'm sorry, Cecilia, I..."

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In the future, I will never watch bloody, violent gunfight action movies again. It’s so scary, so scary. I just want to be a quiet and beautiful girl. Why did I shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving mankind just now without hesitation?Do I also want to be one of the superheroes hiding in the dark?Lawyer?Belle?Flat chested man?

Sure enough, it would be better to directly apply for Sailor Moon!

I flung myself into the warm embrace of my boyfriend, who was full of his breath and body temperature, and howled. Although there was no snot, there were still a few drops of tears.His slightly rough palms slowly stroked the top of my hair, and he didn't speak, just soothing me silently.

"This is... what's wrong with me?" The policeman who was casually thrown aside woke up slowly, rubbing his head in confusion as if it had been crushed by some terrible force.

I blinked my eyes, looked at my brother innocently, and kicked the saber on the ground not far from his feet at an angle that he couldn't see, and then leaned against my boyfriend as if I almost fainted from crying body.

"Cecilia, what's the matter with you?" He immediately asked me with concern.

Me: "Hey, it was so thrilling just now. Fortunately, this little brother suddenly showed great power and knocked those people down. Otherwise, what would a weak girl like me do?"

Saying that, she fell softly into his arms and rubbed against his chest muscles.

He had an expression as if he had been struck by lightning, and the corner of his mouth twitched unnaturally, moving his lips: "Cecilia, you..."

I leaned close to his ear and lowered my voice: "Well, the police are going to find us again." In fact, the real reason is that I am really not sure whether the three shots just now injured the hostages or killed the gangsters, although I heard the voice clearly. The border has ceased fire, and the police are also organizing the aftermath.

"Me, me, me, me?" The policeman looked at his hands in disbelief, then scratched his head, "but I completely forgot what I did just now..."

The police officer who was still in the fog stretched out a pair of big dark hands from behind, and slapped him hard on the shoulder: "Oh, Locke, it's you, boy!"

This bohemian police detective in a suit is about 40 years old. He put his arms around the shoulders of the policeman named Locke, grinned at us, and showed his dazzling white teeth: "I San Alcott, who belongs to DS, I think as witnesses, you probably need to go over and cooperate with the aftermath."

We had no choice but to nod in agreement. It seems that there is no way to continue the romance in the world of two people today. In a blink of an eye, from thriller and suspense to literary love to police action, if our experience today is really made into a movie, listen to it. It also seems a little exciting.

"Lock, I didn't expect that all five of your shots were shot at key parts, and none of them was wasted. You are worthy of your father's title of 'sharpshooter' back then!"

Not far away came the rough voice of Ethan Alcott and the completely incomprehensible dry laughter of the young policeman Locke.

The two-meter tall man next to me looked at me with a little surprise. He probably didn't expect my marksmanship to be as good as I said-but this kind of gaze made me feel bad, and it didn't fit my little fresh line at all!