*Boom*
I rolled on the grassland due to the force from the explosion. But I was not affected. Instead, I rushed to the other side while adding a different muzzle to my gun, then positioned myself.
Some wee still alive, barely standing.
"It's time to sleep," I muttered as I aimed.
Shooting them down one after another, aiming at the one holding the assault rifle first.
They were all affected by the explosion of the cars and were disoriented, so aiming from such a distance was not difficult.
Once everyone was down, I stood and returned to the road.
My distance was about fifteen meters from the road, which is the reason why I added another muzzle to my gun.
"Well, well, well, that was not as adventurous as I thought. Everyone just comes at me without the intent of killing me," I commented as I checked them.
There were those barely alive from the explosion, so without looking, I walked back to my car, while shooting them dead.
After getting to my car, I took my phone that was inside and made a call.
"Hey, this is the first time I'm talking to you personally. I am Li-"
I paused before grinning, "I am your boss's wife. And I have more garbage here to clean up. They are bigger and more than what I asked to be cleaned before."
"We are on our way."
"Oh, that was fast. Did Michael call you in advance, perhaps?" I asked, curious.
"Yes."
"While you clean them up, do help me in cutting off their left thumbs. I noticed they have the same flower tattoo on their thumbs. I want them as gifts."
Without using calculus to know who sent these people this time, I know it is none other than Gary Davidson. He was the only one who showed hostility as I was leaving the meeting room.
Francis Stronghold is the brain of the whole rebellion in Kingsley Conglomerate. There is someone higher, but if it is within, then it is him.
Richard Kingsley is not that smart. If he is, then he would have sent the same number of people that were sent today on the first day he tried to warn me.
Then, with the thought that Richard underestimated me the first time and Gary was seething mad for what I did to him, Francis would send him. Someone who wishes to take out his anger the most.
Because he will send enough people to warn me without much thought.
Greedy people's thought processes are quite easy to predict. Even if they are smart enough in how they carry themselves so that those outside wouldn't notice.
"Pack it in a bright pink box with a pink ribbon. Then send it to the location I'll be sending you."
"Yes, madam."
I raised an eyebrow. I was once again called madam.
"Well, then, I'm off."
With that, I got inside the car and drove it to the grassland side to avoid the burning cars. And because the car was a modified one, I had no problems driving on such a rough road while humming.
By the time I got back to the villa, Kieran was already sitting on the sofa with a coffee at hand.
"That's fast," I said, sitting on the smaller sofa opposite him.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I asked.
He looked at me, and one side of his lips was curled up ever so slightly. If you are not observant enough, you wouldn't even notice it.
Somehow, I felt so proud of myself.
"I told you. I am amazing."
Just then, Fiona stepped out of the kitchen.
"Would you like some coffee, young madam?" she asked politely.
She didn't show the slightest shock at how I looked. I do have some small wounds in my legs and arms, or maybe even the waist, but they are negligible.
Even so, I am quite dirty from all the rolling I did.
"Macchiato?" I asked, wondering if she already knew it.
Since it was just the day before yesterday when she arrived.
She smiled, "Very well. Coming right up."
"Thank you," I replied.
When she was gone, Kieran extended his hand towards me.
Understanding what he meant, I took out my guns and handed them over to him.
"The real reason why you waited was for that, am I right?" I said with a chuckle.
He started inspecting it, ignoring my words completely.
"They are guns modified by my cousin and me. As you have seen, we created special muzzles for different kinds of bullets. Of course, the body was created to withstand all these bullets."
I started talking about the modified gun as he inspected it.
"But we used lightweight materials to ensure that the weight won't hinder the user, which is me."
I rolled my eyes when he suddenly pointed one at me.
"You have seen its power a while ago. You still want to see it now?"
He cocked his head to the side.
"You just want to try it. Then go to the basement, there's a one-person shooting range there."
Just then, Fiona stepped out with my drink.
She looked at us but continued on her way to give me my coffee.
I ignored the man aiming a gun at me and started drinking it.
"That's one good coffee you made there. You are a great learner to learn this in just a day," I complimented.
"Thank you, young madam," she smiled before going back to the kitchen, probably to make dinner.
"The door beside the study room is the way to the basement," I said to Kieran, who put down the gun after we ignored him.
When I looked at him, I saw a glint in his eyes.
He's been entertained.
"Are you a masochist?"