Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

The gunshot was fired by the old butler who was lying half dead on the ground. I don't know when, with half of his body blown into a bloody mess, he was able to get up and fire a black gun.

What made Zhang Xingxing even more confused was that the shot was aimed at the man with black glasses.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that this old Denger has a blood feud with her...

But there was no time to think about anything. When he saw the gunshot coming towards Black Glasses, Zhang Xingxing's mind was filled with the figure of Black Glasses lying in a pool of blood. Soon, the face in the pool of blood gradually turned into another familiar face.

No, you can't!

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Subconsciously, she stood in front of the man with black glasses.

This second was very fast, so fast that when Black Glasses turned around, he saw the child falling back a few steps after being hit by the bullet. This second was also very slow, so slow that Zhang Xingxing could clearly feel the bullet hitting her shoulder and hear the sound of her shoulder blade being broken.

Unlike the past when her mind was filled with fear and terror when facing danger, at this moment she felt relaxed and calm in her heart.

After Zhang Xingxing fell down, she felt a pair of hands holding her. She reached out and held the person's face. Her eyes went dark because of the pain, but the smile on her lips was one of exceptional happiness and satisfaction.

"That's great, I saved you."

The man with black glasses looked at the girl in his arms. The sunglasses on her face had already fallen to the ground. He could clearly see the tenderness and happiness in Zhang Xingxing's eyes. Those dark blue eyes that always seemed cold in the past were now so warm.

"It's okay, it's okay. You will be fine. I will take you to the hospital now..."

Black Glasses calmly treated the wound on Zhang Xingxing's shoulder and comforted him calmly. Black Glasses, who thought he was just like usual, didn't realize that he didn't even mention the name "Hei Ye" that he liked to say the most. When Zhang Xingxing heard the word "hospital", his eyes cleared up for a moment, and he realized that the person he was touching was Black Glasses.

Zhang Xingxing: ...

Damn it, why did she feel like the story suddenly went from a horror plot to a tragic one?

Quick, deduct 1 to change the plot!

Embarrassed, Zhang Xingxing curled her fingers and tried to take her hand back, but was caught by Black Glasses and held beside her. Black Glasses looked like the protagonist of a love story, and he had a deep aura that showed he was in pain but could only endure it. Zhang Xingxing shuddered. Damn, this was too creepy.

Zhang Xingxing quickly stopped Black Glasses. Oh my god, if she really went to the hospital, and her identity as a monster was exposed, whether she was alive or dead was another matter. She was afraid that after she got off the operating table, she would not be in the ward or the morgue, but would be sent directly to the laboratory for slices...

"No, not going to the hospital. Glasses, you can't go to the hospital. Believe me, I'll be fine. I've spent so much money, but I still can't live in your house..."

Zhang Xingxing tried to use a relaxed tone to comfort Black Glasses, who was extremely nervous at the moment, but things did not go as planned. As he was talking, Zhang Xingxing's eyes went dark and he fainted in Black Glasses' arms.

The man in black glasses looked at Zhang Xingxing, whose face was pale as he fainted in his arms. The aura around him became even gloomier. He slowly picked up Zhang Xingxing and walked towards the car.

Only when I held Zhang Xingxing in my arms did I truly feel how light the girl in my arms was.

Black Glasses regretted a little. He regretted dragging Zhang Xingxing into this mess of his. He regretted recognizing her and having the opportunity to send her away, but he chose to ignore her fear because he wanted to find out Zhang Xingxing's secret and attitude. He regretted that because of his wantonness, Zhang Xingxing suffered so much...

After putting Zhang Xingxing in the car, the man with black glasses turned around and took the submachine gun from the person next to him, walked to the old butler, and fired at him. The people who had been holding the old butler down immediately hid far away.

The man with black glasses watched the old butler fall to the ground, breathing more than he exhaled, looking as miserable as a dead dog. The violent anger in his heart dissipated a little. Then he took a grenade, stuffed it into the old butler's mouth, said something in his ear, and pulled the safety pin. Soon, the old butler's body exploded like flowers scattered from the sky.

This absurd experience finally came to an end.

The man with black glasses walked to the front of the car, pulled the driver out, and was about to drive Zhang Xingxing home when he was stopped by the team leader.

"Mr. Black, where are you going? We still have to report to Mr. Waldeck."

"Get lost, Master Hei, I'm in a bad mood now and don't want to go. Tell Waldeck that the real controller of the manor behind the scenes has just been blown to death. As for the heir in public, he was tied up and thrown in the study. Go find him yourself. I have already completed the Master Hei that he wanted, and I will not participate in the rest."

"You! I will report everything you said today to the gentleman exactly as it is."

The man with black glasses shrugged and said "whatever", then he started the car while talking, not taking the man's words to heart at all, and drove away quickly. Three seconds later, the car backed up, and the man with black glasses leaned over and added another sentence.

"Remember to pay the balance later. I believe the Waldeck family is a family that keeps its word and honors its promises~"

"..."

After saying that, the man with black glasses didn't even look at the ugly face of the person standing under the car. He swaggered away in a domineering manner, leaving the others with a face full of exhaust fumes.