northernbook Chapter 217 Xila: How to protect my father
Chapter 217 Xila: How to protect my father
Outside the master bedroom, Xila carried a small stool and stood guard at the door, his eyes fixed on the villa's main entrance, his hand clasped around his sleeve, alert for any danger. He pricked up his ears to listen to the shallow breathing in the room, keeping an eye on his father's movements.
Just the shallow, rhythmic breathing made her feel at ease.
Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly, Xila's empty and dull blue eyes flashed with a sharp cold light. She stood up quietly and walked to the door as quietly as a cat.
Someone is approaching.
Xila secretly lifted the curtain and took a look outside, only to be met with Martini's tough face. She didn't want to pay any attention to him and was ready to close the curtain and pretend that no one was outside.
Martini, who vaguely sensed her self-deceiving thoughts, immediately raised his hand. In his hand was a large, exquisite box that looked very beautiful and precious.
Xila was conflicted. She didn't want to see Martini, and she didn't want Martini to disturb her father's rest, but this man seemed to be delivering something to her father.
I have to get my father's things back.
Xila hesitated for a moment, then quickly opened the door and walked out, then gently closed the door, looking as if he was afraid someone would break in.
"For father?"
She asked directly, her eyes falling on the large box.
Seeing that she had no intention of letting him in, Martini was not annoyed. He patted the big box and pretended to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His tone was full of blood, "This is the violin you need, sir. I heard that a famous collector has it, so I brought it back for you."
He did not mention how many people had died for this violin, but carefully handed a white handmade bag to Xila.
"This is the adult's formal dress, you can take it in too."
He pointed to the cardboard box on the ground and said, "This contains study materials for adults. Don't forget to take them away."
"By the way, the experimental bases you mentioned have been dealt with by the FBI."
After saying that, he handed the violin to Xila and left in a hurry.
He was also rushing to pick a fight with Calvados and Shirley.
After Martini left, Xila picked up the violin case, which was bigger than her, with one hand and the handmade bag with the other. She tiptoed into the house, put her things away, and sat at the door of the master bedroom.
She stared blankly at the pattern on the violin case and wondered, Father, do you want to play the violin?
She dug desperately in her poor memory and finally recalled some memories of the violin.
She had once been on a mission to attend a concert. From a fleeting glimpse, she only vaguely remembered that on the noble and elegant stage, a beam of pure white moonlight that seemed to have condensed into shape was generously spreading its brilliance, rendering the elegant and noble people on the stage like gods under the moon.
Father, will you be so dazzling?
No, my father has always been as dazzling as a god and does not need any extra embellishments to enhance his beauty.
only--
Xila looked at the violin, pursed her lips, and knitted her brows. She thought worriedly, "My father is too weak. Will he be able to lift the violin when he performs on stage?"
Don't let the violin weigh you down your shoulders and neck.
Xila's face remained calm, but he had already thought of dozens of targeted plans in his mind. A soft but resilient silk thread in his sleeve was wrapped around the sleeve knife again and again.
I have to find a way to help my father share the weight of the violin when he goes on stage.
The little girl thought naively, and suddenly felt that killing was the easiest job.
Suddenly, Xila seemed to realize something. When he looked outside the house, his clear blue eyes darkened instantly, as if a violent storm had suddenly arisen.
It was a familiar, sickening smell.
He looked exactly like the person who had captured her and her sister and sold them into the laboratory.
enemy!
After confirming this, Xila moved his body slightly, and like a nimble cat, he slipped out through the gap in the window without making any sound.
She followed her intuition and headed towards the alley entrance, moving swiftly between the gaps between various buildings at an extremely fast speed.
After arriving at her destination, she turned over and climbed up the wall, lying quietly on the top of the wall, just like a little kitten that had mischievously climbed onto the roof and couldn't get down.
She leaned over to look and saw three men with obviously unusual auras approaching.
Judging from the rhythm and weight of their footsteps and the frequency of their breathing, they possess a certain amount of force and will pose a threat to their father.
After coming to the conclusion, Xila's expression changed instantly.
She seemed to have turned into a cold knife, sharp, hard, and cruel, with only complete aggression and indifference left.
After the three men entered her hunting range, she quickly jumped off the wall, a dagger flew out of her sleeve, and stabbed it into the neck of the man holding a cigarette.
As blood splattered from the man's neck, she habitually turned her head to avoid the blood and kicked the gun out of the hands of the man wearing a baseball cap next to her. As her body spun, she pulled out a dagger and slashed it at the man's eyes in the baseball cap.
The man dodged quickly, and she took the opportunity to catch the falling gun. She aimed at the man in the baseball cap with an expressionless face and fired several shots directly, not giving the man any chance to survive.
As she moved, she grabbed the dead man in the baseball cap with force and hid behind him, revealing only one blue eye. She stared at the last man without any emotion, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at that man's heart.
The man in the jacket turned pale with fear and shouted in a timid tone, "Who are you and why did you suddenly attack us?"
Xila fired decisively, hitting the man in the thigh.
Seeing him wailing and falling to the ground, Xila asked indifferently: "What is your purpose?"
The man in the jacket didn't dare to hide it and said quickly, "Our boss accidentally discovered that the blond young man living in that apartment was from the laboratory. He wanted some blood samples, so he sent us on this operation."
Xila's eyes became terrifying, and he was actually targeting his father!
Unforgivable!
"Your boss's position." She was like a doll in a window display, delicate and beautiful, but lifeless, which made people feel scared.
The man in the jacket was in the uncanny valley effect at this moment. He spit out an address under Xi's calm eyes.
After Xila determined that he was not lying, he shot him in the middle of the eyebrows.
After the man died, she bent down and wiped the fingerprints on the gun with the corner of the man's clothes, threw the gun into a pool of blood, and prepared to leave.
She also has to eliminate the threat to her father.
Just before she was about to leave, she looked back at the three corpses, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then drew a non-standard cross on her chest and said in a daze, "May God bless you to hell."
After finishing, she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had completed a task.
Her father told her to be a good and polite child, and she must have done so.
Xila flashed and rushed towards the boss's location.
Twenty minutes later, in an ordinary villa.
There were many dead people lying on the ground, their blood soaked the carpet, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.