Chapter 186: The Ever-Present Helicopter

The long-haired man rolled his eyes and pointed at An Nan. “It must have been you who moved the food!”

An Nan raised an eyebrow. “How would I do that?”

She looked at him mockingly. “Your people just said that food weighed over ten tons. I’m just one woman—how could I move something that heavy all by myself?”

Well, that was true…

But the long-haired man immediately said, “Then you must have accomplices!”

An Nan replied, “Where are they?”

The long-haired man glanced around. “They left!”

An Nan asked, “Then why didn’t I leave with them? Why would I stay here alone?”

The long-haired man stammered, “Because you, you…”

He was so choked up he couldn’t get the words out.

Finally, he snapped, “If it wasn’t you, then why are you here?”

An Nan gave him a look like he was an idiot. “Didn’t I already say? I was just wandering around.”

The long-haired man didn’t believe her. “Who would waste gas coming out to a godforsaken place like this just to wander around?”

An Nan shrugged. “Me!”

The long-haired man: …

He insisted, “Anyway, you’re definitely involved in this!”

An Nan shrugged nonchalantly. “If you want to think that, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You—!” The long-haired man was about to explode with frustration.

At this point, the others couldn’t stand it anymore.

The bald man was the first to step forward. “Bao’er, stop making a fuss.”

The others chimed in, “Yeah, let’s not waste time here. We should hurry up and look for the food!”

The long-haired man gritted his teeth. “I’ll keep an eye on her. You guys go search!”

There was no way this woman wasn’t involved in the missing food. It was his woman’s—no, man’s—sixth sense.

The others gave him a helpless look, then started searching the area thoroughly.

An Nan looked thoughtfully at the long-haired man blocking her way, considering whether to just send him straight to the afterlife.

But she’d heard before that gay men were a high-risk group for AIDS. Was this guy’s blood clean? What if it splattered her with some virus?

It’d be bad enough if it got on her, but what if it got in her eyes…

Just as An Nan was about to go back to the car to get some sunglasses for protection, the others returned one after another.

Their search had come up empty.

While they were caught up in a heated discussion, An Nan quietly slipped back to her car, ready to leave.

The long-haired man tried to stop her again.

The bald man tried to talk him down. “Forget it, just leave her alone.”

The long-haired man was anxious. “Food doesn’t just disappear into thin air! She’s the only one here—how could she not be involved?”

He paused, then added, “Maybe she used some kind of black magic to make the food vanish without a trace!”

Hearing this, An Nan’s hand paused on the ignition.

Someone retorted, “What kind of magic could move that much food? You’ve read too many novels—your imagination’s running wild!”

Novels?

The long-haired man’s eyes lit up. “Maybe she’s got some kind of magical system! Or… a storage space?”

Inside the car, An Nan quietly put on her sunglasses.

Outside, the debate raged on. “That’s impossible! Stop talking nonsense!”

The long-haired man insisted, “Then how do you explain this? Either Lao Si and the others lied and there was never any food, or—”

The three men protested firmly, “We’re not lying!”

Could it really be magic?

The others started looking suspiciously at An Nan’s Wuling minivan.

Just then, the car door suddenly opened.

An Nan got out, tying her hair back with practiced ease, moving at a calm, unhurried pace.

She’d planned to just bluff her way out and leave.

Who would’ve thought these people would insist on courting death?

Forcing her to waste bullets.

An Nan looked at the group, who were all staring at her suspiciously, and curled her lips into a smile.

“Since you’re all so good at guessing, let me show you.”

Black magic? Fine—let’s demonstrate.

She extended her right hand and, out of thin air, produced an assault rifle.

Everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

Where did that come from??

Wait—was that… an assault rifle?!

Before they could react, An Nan raised the gun and started spraying bullets indiscriminately.

Ratatatatatatat—

The stunned men dropped one after another.

A few quick ones tried to run, but An Nan immediately swung the gun around— the faster they ran, the sooner they were shot.

In no time, the courtyard was a bloody mess. Only the long-haired man was left, gasping for breath.

He collapsed to the ground, legs weak, trembling in fear.

An Nan smirked. “When you see your men and brothers in the afterlife, remember to apologize to them.”

With that, she aimed at his head and finished him off with a single shot.

Even in death, the long-haired man couldn’t accept that it was his own cleverness that got him killed.

An Nan went around and made sure everyone was dead, then tossed her blood-splattered sunglasses aside.

To make sure there were no other witnesses, she drove around the area, searching carefully.

Once she was sure there was no one else, she headed home.

Thinking of the extra thirty tons of food in her space, An Nan was in a great mood.

Back home, she took a shower, changed clothes, and slept soundly until nightfall.

It had been a fruitful day. An Nan opened a bottle of red wine to celebrate, set out Wellington steak, pan-seared foie gras, French lamb chops… the works.

Not just for herself—she made sure her meat-loving pets, Fugui and Lord Rabbit, had their own portions too.

The rooster, Laifu, happily pecked at corn and snails.

Just as they were all enjoying their feast, the sound of helicopter blades suddenly echoed outside the window.

An Nan put down her wine glass and looked out.

Just like last time, the helicopter circled overhead for a while before flying away.

An Nan frowned, feeling certain that it had to be Gu Zhiyu.

But what was he up to?

Messing with her?

That didn’t seem like something he would do.

Had their last unpleasant encounter driven him crazy?

Absentmindedly, An Nan cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth, only to find it suddenly tasted bland.

And so, the days passed one after another.

Over the next two months, the helicopter kept showing up from time to time, always circling for a bit before leaving.

But Gu Zhiyu himself never showed up.

One day, An Nan heard the sound of the helicopter again, heading toward her neighborhood.

She looked up at her lights, and suddenly had an idea. She got up and switched them off.

The house instantly went dark.

Laifu and Lord Rabbit nervously moved closer to her, and Fugui looked at her in confusion.

“Aw aw aw aw aw?”

Sister Nan, is there danger?

An Nan made a “shh” gesture at them, then silently looked out the window.

The helicopter soon appeared above the neighborhood, but this time it circled for much longer than before.

After a while, instead of turning away as usual, it landed on the roof of the tallest building in the complex.

Seeing this, An Nan couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.

Not long after, the door to the 14th floor hallway was knocked on."