Chapter 374 Attack

Chapter 374 Attack

Chapter 374 Attack
There are thousands of kinds of people in the world. If a person lives long enough and has a wide enough circle of contacts, he or she can really meet anyone. However, no matter whether this person is smart or stupid, respectful or distant to someone, what he or she generally pursues is nothing more than fame and fortune.

As a reporter of JTBC TV station and herself being so young and beautiful, An Rushong didn't believe that Li Wanshun would be a foolish love-brained man who would fall in love with her at first sight and be willing to give everything for her immediately. She also didn't believe that she had any domineering aura that could make the other person lose his mind and fall in love with her with just a glance.

The reason why reporter Li behaved so submissively and had no self-respect in front of him was nothing more than wanting to get something from him. As for the content of this "something", it was nothing more than fame and fortune.

To put it bluntly, the humble attitude shown by reporter Li was nothing more than a deal. What he could give her were the resources in his hands, and what she could give him was herself.

Of course, An Rushong would never look down on others because of this. After all, if everyone in this world can achieve "wealth and honor cannot corrupt", then people like him, why should they struggle? Wouldn't it be enough for everyone to lie down peacefully together?

An Rushong accepted the other party's flattery neatly and slapped her on the butt. Then he quickly walked towards the sofa. His target was the telephone on the coffee table.

Just as he sat down on the sofa and reached out to take the phone on the coffee table, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window opposite.

It was pitch black outside the floor-to-ceiling windows; it was already night time.

There are four bedrooms on the second floor of the villa. The master bedroom and a second bedroom are on the sunny side, facing the mountain. The second bedroom where An Rushong is at the moment is on the shady side. The floor-to-ceiling window faces the ridgeline of Mount Inwang.

When An Rushong sat down on the sofa, reached out to take the phone, and glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window, an inexplicable feeling of anxiety suddenly surged in his heart.

He originally just glanced in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window and quickly looked away, but as the feeling of anxiety rose, he turned his gaze back and looked at the large floor-to-ceiling window again.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and the dark outside the window seemed mysterious and quiet. Faintly, he could see the dim shadows of trees swaying outside the window.

For some reason, as he stared at the darkness outside the window, the anxiety that rose in his heart unexpectedly turned into a kind of fear. He vaguely felt that something was spying on him in the darkness outside the window, and this feeling made him shudder.

"hiss"

After taking a breath, An Rushong felt a little cold. He withdrew his gaze from the window, glanced at Li Wanshun who had walked to the bathroom door, then put the telephone receiver on the coffee table, leaned forward, stretched out his arm, and reached for a remote control at the far end of the coffee table.

That remote control is not used to control the TV, but to control the curtains, fully automatic curtains installed by the previous owner of the villa.

Almost at the same time he stood up, he heard a crisp "pop" sound coming from somewhere in the room.

The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear.

However, An Rushong did not take it to heart. He even looked towards the bathroom, thinking that Li Wanshun must have bumped into something in the bathroom, causing the noise.

He quickly grabbed the remote control, and then sat back while pressing the on/off button on the remote control. A light buzzing sound came from the direction of the window, which was the sound of the curtain motor rotating.

"Snapped!"

Almost at the same time, the crisp sound rang out again. At the same time, An Rushong only felt a gust of wind blowing across his left cheek, and then there was a burst of pain on his face.

This time, because his butt was sitting firmly on the sofa, he also felt that the sofa under his butt seemed to vibrate violently, and an almost imperceptible muffled sound came from behind him.

At this moment, An Rushong's first subconscious reaction was to reach out to touch his face. When he touched it, he felt something sticky on his hand. He spread his hand in front of his eyes and saw a bright red mark on his middle finger and ring finger, which was obviously blood.

The moment he saw the blood, An Rushong felt his forehead go numb instantly. He looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window. At this time, the curtains had been closed a lot. He could not see any signs of breakage on the window, but the curtains were bulging and jumping, as if there was a person hiding above the floor-to-ceiling window.

This time An Rushong finally reacted. He jumped up from the sofa as if his butt was on fire. At the same time, he didn't know what went wrong, but some scenes from movies flashed through his mind. So he instinctively did what was shown in the movies.

He grabbed the table top in front of him with both hands and tried to flip it up to block it in front of himself.

But what you see on TV is one thing, and what you do yourself is another. The coffee table in front of him is made of fiberglass. The tabletop is 2.4 meters long and 1.5 meters wide.
An Rusong pulled hard, but the coffee table didn't move at all. His butt, which he had just raised, was pushed back onto the sofa by the reaction force. "Bang!"

The crisp sound was rang out again, and this time it was different from the previous two times. It was probably because the floor-to-ceiling window had suffered three consecutive hits and it could no longer hold on. With a loud "crash", large pieces of broken glass fell on the floor. Fortunately, the curtains that were still closed were strong enough, and although a hole was broken, the whole window did not fall down.

This time, An Rushong also made the correct reaction. He gave up the idea of ​​overturning the coffee table, and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed manner. Then he got on all fours and crawled away from the direction facing the floor-to-ceiling window. Finally, he fell to the ground far away from the sofa in the posture of a vicious dog eating shit.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?!" Li Wanshun ran out of the bathroom when she heard the noise. She had almost taken off all her clothes, leaving only a pair of panties covering her most important parts.

"Go back, go back to the bathroom!" When he fell, An Rushong hit his knee, which was in terrible pain. He struggled to crawl on the ground like a dog, quickly moving towards the door, while shouting at Li Wanshun.

Li Wanshun was completely dumbfounded. She saw Chairman An, who had been so calm and confident before, now rolling and crawling on the ground like a dog, with half of his face covered in blood.

However, this woman was really brave. Although she was stunned for a few seconds, she quickly came to her senses. Seeing An Rushong trying to stand up but with difficulty, she did not run away by herself, but ran over quickly, pulled An Rushong's arm hard, and helped him up from the ground.

"Woo!"

At this moment, a sharp and piercing alarm suddenly sounded somewhere in the villa, and at the same time, there was a noisy sound in the courtyard outside the villa.

With the help of Li Wanshun, An Rushong endured the severe pain in his knee and struggled to get up from the ground. He limped to the bedroom door, but before he could reach out to open the door, Jenny, wrapped in a thin blanket, had already broken open the door and rushed in from outside.

"What happened?!" Seeing An Rusong's miserable appearance, she blurted out a question, and then asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm lucky." An Rusong wiped his face again, then looked at the blood on his hands and said in a trembling voice, "There should be someone here."

He wanted to say that someone shot him outside, but Jenny obviously didn't need him to say anything about things like this. Just by looking at the situation in the bedroom, she had already guessed what was going on. No need to ask, someone shot An Rusong from a long distance, but the shooter's skills were not good enough and he failed to kill him directly.

Without giving him a chance to continue speaking, Jenny stepped forward, stretched out her arms, put them around his neck, and just like that, she held him and led him out of the bedroom.

The three of them quickly entered the master bedroom opposite, which also had floor-to-ceiling windows facing the mountain. However, the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room had been drawn. But to be on the safe side, Jenny still took An Rushong and Li Wanshun to the bathroom and let them hide there temporarily.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere until I come back, remember?!" After settling An Rushong and the other person in the bathroom, Jenny reminded him and turned around to go out.

"You should also be careful," An Rusong said to her hurriedly, "and don't forget to change your clothes."

Jenny looked back at him, nodded to him again, then turned and left quickly.

"President An, is someone trying to kill you?" Li Wanshun asked in a trembling voice after Jenny left.

"You saw it too," An Rusong nodded at her, limping to the sink and said, "Although I also hope that the scene just now was an illusion, unfortunately, it is a living reality."

There was a mirror hanging on the wall in front of the wash basin. An Rusong looked at himself in the mirror. There was an obvious wound on his left cheek. He didn't know the trajectory of the bullet, but the scar on his face should have been scratched by a bullet or something splashed.

Fortunately, the wound is probably not very deep and it is no longer bleeding. Otherwise, it would be quite ugly to leave a scar at this location.

"Are they those American soldiers involved in drug trafficking?" Li Wanshun was obviously not afraid at all, and there was even a gleam in her eyes.

"Apart from them, I can't think of any other possibilities," An Rushong grabbed a towel, wet it under the faucet, and carefully wiped the blood off his face.

"So, President An, you really have evidence of drug trafficking by American soldiers?" Li Wanshun continued to ask.

(End of this chapter)