Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 271 Cruel Decision

166-167 dust settles
Every day that followed, Olsen led the group of hunters in the snow-capped mountains to search for the bear that had completely disappeared, but his reprimand to Orleans became more severe, several times, even in front of everyone. In front of him, he called him a "coward", and as for Wen Maixue, he either yelled or scolded him at least, and at worst, he used his hands to completely tear off his mask of aristocrat.

Olsen, who is majestic by day, is miserable at night.He tried desperately to make himself fall asleep, but every midnight, he would still wake up, and Wen Maixue beside him was always away, he knew where Wen Maixue had gone, but he couldn't interfere .The flames of resentment are burning higher and higher in the hearts of the Olsen father and son. Both of them are on the verge of eruption, but they are sticking to each other's last layer of moral defense.

It was still a night, and Olsen woke up at midnight as usual, and it was cold around him, and Wen Maixue left again.

Olsen touched the shotgun under his body, and his arms were numb due to the depressed sleeping position, but none of these could compare to the pair of figures in the car that night.

Outside the tent, there was a loud movement, not like people passing by, but more like the movement of wild beasts being cornered and running wildly.

"It's a bear!"

Olson found a savior. He suppressed the anger that he had nowhere to vent for many days, and finally he had a place to vent. He could imagine the bear as an imaginary enemy. It might be Musen, who had been dead for a long time, or it might be the one who was killed by him. The dead Perrault, or Orleans who robbed his woman, no matter which one is good, as long as he shoots a few shots and feels his numb arm come alive again on the butt of the gun, that's fine.

Thinking of this, Olsen sat up, and before he even had time to put on his bulletproof hunting suit, he sneaked out of the tent.He decided not to call any helpers, and by himself and the shotgun in his hand, he killed the bear.The gunshot might wake up the people in the tent, and at the same time make the happy dog ​​and man realize that he is the real man.

Olson put the safety on his gun and stepped out into the snow.

The bonfire was born in the old place, and the thick charcoal ash made the whole bonfire look dirty, as if the human heart had been wiped out, so unbearable.

"Mai Xue, why did you call me out in the middle of the night? The surrounding area is not safe," Orleans sat on the off-road vehicle, looking around vigilantly.

Recently, his father's attitude towards him was very bad, and he had been humiliated many times in front of everyone, which made Orlean somewhat suspicious whether his father already knew about him and Wen Maixue.He liked Wen Maixue, and he never mentioned it to Olsen from the beginning to the end.Orleans knew his father very well, he was authoritarian and cruel, if he knew that Orleans had something wrong with Wen Maixue, the first thing he would do would be to drive him out of the house.

"Orleans," Wen Maixue faced the car window, paying attention to the movement on the other side of the campfire. "Your father seems to know about our affairs," she said, leaning on Orleans' shoulder, her eyes still watching out the window.

"What?" Orleans, a timid young man, was really frightened at the moment, "Who...who told him?"

"Maybe he found out about our intimacy, and I pleaded for you in front of him more than once," Wen Maixue said with a deep sadness on her face, as if she had exhausted all her strength before she said it : "Before going to bed tonight, he even said that he would abolish your inheritance rights."

"What? He dares!" Orleans murmured uncertainly to himself, "I know all his scandals, as well as those things in Africa, and diamonds, these things are enough to destroy his reputation, he dare not, dare not do that. "

"No, he has already planned it all. Do you think this bear hunt is just a bear hunt?" Wen Maixue saw two figures, one tall and one short running past the campfire, one of them was still dragging Tube shotgun.

"Isn't it?" Orleans also heard some movement behind him, he turned around, and seemed to see a figure like a bear passing by the campfire, he rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but There is nothing, it should be the phantom produced when the flames dance.

"No, you didn't notice that those hunters have lost their enthusiasm recently, and there are no bears at all. All this is Olsen's conspiracy," Wen Maixue's expression changed with the dancing flames, It seems to be tempting Orleans, and it seems to be abetting him.

"Father's conspiracy?" Orleans still didn't believe it, didn't he?

"He intends to drive you crazy in the matter of hunting bears, and then use your poor mental state as an excuse to lock you up in a madhouse," Wen Maixue stretched out his hand and gently stroked Orleans's Face.

Orleans shivered, yes, he hadn't slept very well these days, all because of the medicine Xueer gave him, but these medicines seemed to have no effect, he felt dizzy during the day, Orleans Sen's reprimands were like countless knives, constantly stirring in his mind.And at night, he would keep having nightmares, sometimes dreaming of Olsen holding Wen Maixue and calling him a wimp, and sometimes hearing Olsen throwing him a shotgun that had never been loaded and telling him to hunt bears.

"Orleans, I can't watch you being driven crazy by him, so tonight, after Olsen fell asleep, I secretly ran to inform you that if he found out, I would definitely die," Wen Maixue said desperately She looked at Orleans intently, her eyes made Orleans feel heart-wrenching pain.

With a "bang", Wen Maixue cried out, her beautiful eyes looked at the other end of the campfire in horror.

There was a burst of angry beast roars, and all the hunters in the camp woke up. For a moment, no one dared to respond. They were all listening outside, what happened.

"Wen Maixue, you bitch, I hit a bear, look, I'm the real man, I'll let you be with that damned wretch," Olsen yelled as he roared at the beast The direction fired.

Every time a shot was fired, Orleans' body would twitch, and his hands kept shaking. It seemed that all the fired shots had hit him.

"Xue'er, I will not allow this to happen, no one can deprive me of my inheritance, no one can snatch you away from me," Orleans shouted loudly, and he turned his head and rushed into his tent .

"Orleans, don't go," Wen Maixue's voice became weaker and weaker as she heard it in the wind and snow, and finally it was completely silent.

Orleans' shotgun was a little unsteady, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Xueer didn't lie to him, Olsen already knew about them, the shooting just now was a warning, if he didn't follow Olson's intention , then he will definitely do something more serious than the shooting threat.

"Father," Orleans' voice softened, his knees kept bumping, like two pieces of softened paraffin, "as long as you promise me to return Xueer to me, I will obediently listen to you." If so, take care of family affairs."

"Give it back to you?" Olsen was so angry that he dropped the shotgun in his hand. His expression seemed that he would rush forward in the next second and wrestle with Orleans. "Don't dream, I will return that woman." I'm not tired of playing, even if I get tired of playing and can't play anymore, I will take her to the cemetery together." Yes, Wen Maixue is the oriental woman he chose to replace Ye Tina to redeem her sins. The wax figure is much better, it is alive, it can cry and suffer, it is a thousand times and a hundred times better than that "Yetina".

"No." Scenes of sleep flashed through Orleans' mind, his gun shook more violently, and his fingers touched the safety button on the gun body, "Olsen, don't force me. "

"Tut tsk, Orleans, you are a wimp," Olsen cursed. His son, he knew all too well that Orleans was a wimp. Wanting to fool the trick of killing people, "If you dare to shoot and make a hole anywhere in my body, I'll give you that little bitch Wen Maixue."

Olsen pointed hard at the chest, "here?" Then he probed to the neck, "or here", he clenched his fist again and compared at the head, "or This is here, you can get what you want with just one shot, and once you shoot here, blood will spill out like a fountain. But don’t forget, blood is red, the color you hate the most.” Olsen's arrogant laughter echoed on the snow.

When the hunters heard the quarrel between the two father and son, they didn't poke their heads out to check. The father and son were disgusting creatures, one domineering and the other cowardly, which made the hunters who followed them feel a little embarrassed.What's more, father and son, what else can they cause, but women are really a scourge, and people are very surprised that the reason why father and son turned against each other is actually the seemingly harmless oriental woman.

"Don't force me," Orleans buckled the safety of the gun. He was afraid of gunshots, and he was also afraid of red, but he was more afraid of Olsen.This man who fed and clothed him since he was a child is what he fears most.Olsen always wanted to force him, since he was a child, forcing him not to see his mother, not to make friends, force him to do business, force him to leave Wen Maixue.

"You are my son, you were born to obey me, you are afraid of me, you have been afraid of me all your life, you have been a wimp all your life." Olsen scolded, how could he have such a wimp, why did his brother to have a son like Perrault.His nephew Perrault was a thousand times stronger than his son in the face of death.And the woman who was willing to take the bullet for Perot, that family was better than him in every way.

"I told you to shoot!" Olsen was so angry that he went mad. He was angry that Orleans was useless, and he was angry that he had misjudged his eyes.

"Don't push me, Dad, I beg you," Orleans' attitude softened again, moving his finger back and forth on the trigger, feeling the spring on the trigger loosen and tighten again, and the grain that refused to rush out of the gun The bullet in the chamber seemed to be pressing on his heart.

"You can't." Olson's voice changed a bit, and his eyes passed through Orleans, all the way to the back.

Wen Maixue stood not far away, with a harmless smile on her face, the bonfire was lit again, and it was not Wen Maixue who lit the bonfire.

Perot leaned against the off-road vehicle, and he mouthed silently: "Goodbye, dear uncle." In his hand was a silver-gray pistol, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation. From Orleans, a thousand times faster.

With a sound of "bang", Orleans subconsciously pulled the trigger in his hand while feeling the vibration of the eardrum, and then, as if he was in a frenzy, he pulled the trigger one after another, and a series of bullets flew out. I don't know which one, or which ones, hit Olson's head, chest, and feet. Red liquid splashed out, and the snow was not pink.

The snow stained with human blood was crimson, like a cluster of blooming red roses.

(End of this chapter)