Football God.

Perhaps when danger strikes, time will be slowed down and everything will be lengthened.

Heinrich's first reaction was that this person came for him. After all, the Leeds United club is not attractive enough, and there are quite a few death threats sent to them every day. The current Leeds United, as the dark horse of the Premier League, is actually in the way. Many people's things, for Heinrich, he has his own goodwill for every club, even for Manchester United, he maintains respect.

In restraining fans, Shanghai Yinrich also tries to reduce violence as much as possible, but every club cannot be required to do this. In fact, many clubs have no way to restrain their own fans. Teams that are fined for fan behavior at every turn both.

Heinrich is not surprised that someone will attack him, and now it is just that the previous threat has come true.

But soon, Heinrich knew that this person was not coming for him.

Because his gun was clearly aimed at the man not far behind him, a man named Bertram!

Unable to stop the body from falling at all, Heinrich fell directly on the thick cotton pad. He probably fell down with his neck stuck. In addition, his body was deformed because of seeing that person, and his elbows fell first. , knocked directly on the ground, even though the body was protected by a cotton pad, there was still some slight pain.

But it was nothing compared to the pain in the elbow.

But the blond man didn't have time to think about these at all. He propped himself up with one hand, turned his head to look at Bertram, and found that Bertram's arm was protecting his chest. Heinrich knew that his forearm had always been There is the strongest and thinnest bullet-proof layer, and in the past, Bertram would protect his arm in front of Heinrich whenever something happened.

Right now, because of the protection of the bulletproof plate, Bertram didn't even bleed at all!

Bertram frowned. At this time, the shooting scene was not in a panic. Everything happened too suddenly. In addition, according to the shooting process, it was indeed going to be accompanied by a gunshot, but it was a little late.

For many staff who were not close, this was just a small mistake, and the sound came a little slowly.

But Heinrich saw the whole process clearly, but he didn't make a sound.

This man came in with a gun, no matter where his gun came from, the current situation is that a man with a gun entered the film set without any protective measures, almost arrogantly putting an assassination on the surface superior!

The target is undoubtedly Bertlam, the new head of the Smith family!

Bertram's reaction was quicker than anyone else's. He directly pushed away the person in front of him, and strode towards that person, but he pinned that person to the ground in an instant.

In one-on-one, Bertram has never been afraid of anyone. Since this person dared to show up and was ready to kill him with a shot, it proved that his confidence was only enough to support him this time. If he succeeded, Bertram would be dead. On the spot, but if it fails, he is the one who dies.

But Bertram couldn't let him die. Whether it was to find out who was behind the scenes or to prevent the big screen from being biased this time when his husband was electrocuted for the first time, Bertram had to keep this person alive. !

But this incident made others feel a little confused, as if they didn't understand the situation. Only a few people who were close wanted to yell, but Ista stared at them and froze in place.

Istar stroked his long blond hair fiercely, and shouted: "Stay where you are! George, where is George! Bring people over, search them one by one to ensure safety, and if there is any problem, I will make you look good!"

Heinrich directly threw away the props in his hand, strode over to Ista, said something in a low voice, Ista nodded, quickly cleared the scene, and controlled the scene before the situation escalated.

And Heinrich stretched out his hand to cover his elbow, and looked at Bertram.

At this time, Bertram had already reached out and removed the man's jaw to prevent him from harming himself. He also removed the joints of his hands by the way, and pulled out the rope that was always prepared around his waist to tie him up like a German sausage.

After finishing all this, Bertram pressed a button on the watch, and someone would naturally come over to deal with the aftermath.

But when he looked up at Heinrich, his expressionless face suddenly became tense: "Sir, what's wrong with your arm?"

Heinrich looked down, with a wry smile on his face: "There should be no fracture, but probably a dislocation."

Bertram immediately stood up and walked to Heinrich, but he didn't dare to reset Heinrich easily.

He has long been accustomed to the life of licking blood with knife-edge. Bertram is quick to do these emergency treatments, but he can't master the strength. Heinrich's bones are indeed weaker than ordinary people. Potentially more injuries.

For a moment, Bertram thought of the fear of being threatened by Moritz and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Looking left and right, Bertram directly pulled the original male lead's cloak, and tore it in half as soon as he tore it casually. He quickly made a simple triangular scarf for Heinrich's arm to fix the arm. But there is nothing to do.

"Go and drive, let's find Mr. Braque, he will find a solution." Heinrich had a faint smile on his face, not because he didn't feel pain, but to appease his Mr. Bodyguard.

Bertram nodded immediately. Now that Heinrich is the number one, he also felt a little regretful. After all, it was because of what happened to him. It seemed that there were still some nails in the Smith family that hadn't been pulled out.

Sure enough, there is retribution for being soft-hearted.

"Sir, I would like to take two days off." His duty was to protect Heinrich's safety, not to bring Heinrich into danger.

Heinrich nodded in agreement. He didn't expect what Bertram would do, but as a good boss, Heinrich was always open-minded in approving vacations.

His eyes turned cold, and Bertram lowered his eyelids to block the light inside.At this time, the Smith family who were squatting nearby also rushed over, and quickly controlled the man who was tied up like a sausage. Before leaving, Bertram kicked the man, and heard the sound of him crying in pain I know how hard it is to kick.

But Heinrich didn't ask much, he left the set quickly, but he didn't walk away by himself, but was carried to the parking lot by Ista!

"Ishtar, I'm not that serious." Heinrich's face showed helplessness as it was his arm, not his leg.

However, Istar tightly pursed her lips, even though she was wearing bright red lipstick, her face turned pale instantly made her originally sexy flaming red lips look pitiful.

Pressing Heinrich on the stretcher, Istar's voice was a little trembling: "No, I can't let you have any more accidents!" If he dismantles it himself, Griezmann may also be blown into fireworks.

For a moment, Yista felt that the men she cared about seemed to like her brother Adrian, and it didn't matter, she also liked brother Adrian.

Heinrich couldn't resist Ista, nodded helplessly, and lay down on the stretcher.

The blond man was sent to the parking lot with his arms fixed. Perhaps because he was too anxious, he was sent away without any disguise. After all, Heinrich's injury came first.

But because of this, this scene was photographed by the entertainment reporter standing outside the venue!

These entertainment reporters were not here for Heinrich, but for Istar.Now Istar is in full bloom in Europe and the United States, the youngest actress, with first-class resources, and her face exudes the aura of "I am the most beautiful in the universe" anytime and anywhere, it is hard not to be popular!

An actress with strong acting skills chooses to be a director because she actually fell through the glasses of many people. There is actually a big difference between an actor and a director, especially the first step is to directly contact the big screen, which is enough to make many Entertainment reporters followed along.

There are many speculations about the reason why Istar chose to come to England, but no one doubts the relationship between Istar and Heinrich. It’s not that everyone can guess the relationship between the two, but because every When they have this guess or report, they will be hit in their careers, and the more times they do, the more people will naturally figure out the taste.

Freedom of speech is one thing, but employment is another. There are always some people who cannot be touched casually.

This time their goal was also Istar, but they never expected that they would be able to capture unexpected news!

Even though the news on the set did not leak at all under Istar's strong pressure, it couldn't stop the reporters outside from taking pictures of Heinrich leaving.

But in just 5 minutes, major websites in the United States began to push headlines:

Los Angeles Times: There was an accident on the set of Istar!The Premier League coach was accidentally injured and could not walk! "

"Washington Post: The second son of the Heinrich family suffered an accident and his life may be in danger! "

"Wall Street Journal: Adrian Heinrich is dead or alive, and we need to pay close attention to the economic trend in England"

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When Heinrich saw this, he looked helpless. He leaned on the recliner, with a Bluetooth headset on his ear, and said, "Jorge, don't worry about me too much. I'm neither dying nor dying. Paralyzed, really, I didn't lie to you."

Mendes on the other side of the phone was exhausted in his voice: "God is my witness, Adrian, I threw the spaghetti for Jose when I saw the news! He hasn't been there for half an hour. Take care of me."

…Dear Jorge, are you worried about me, or about the spaghetti for Mr Mourinho?

Rubbing the tip of his eyebrows, Heinrich smiled and said, "Have you gone to see Mr. Mourinho again? Your relationship is really good."

"If you hadn't explicitly rejected Real Madrid, I'm afraid I would have to go to your place again now." Mendes didn't shy away from this point, "Now Spain has almost cast a big net, and my men have a total of There are only three coaches, and they are interested in two, their appetite is really big enough."

Heinrich has no interest in Serie A or La Liga. Coaches and players are not the same. Coaches like Ferguson who have achieved the peak in a club for 20 years are rare after all. Most of the coaches are more mobile than players. to be frequent.

Real Madrid can want to get a transfer intention with themselves, and they can naturally take Mourinho into consideration. Even Heinrich thinks that the Portuguese is more suitable for Real Madrid.

A club with aristocratic pride and a head coach who is flamboyant, no matter how you look at it, you think it is a perfect match.

However, Heinrich did not say these words. It is not his duty to care about other clubs.

Mendez heard the sound of cooking, and his voice unconsciously became louder: "Since your filming is completed, this contract has also been fulfilled. If there are still shooting tasks in the future You must inform me, I must be there!"

Heinrich really wanted to say that this time it was not because of poor shooting, but because of someone's assassination...

Forget it, let's not talk about it, so as not to frighten my manager.

Smiling and talking to him a few more words, Heinrich hung up the phone, and in the next second met Braque with a very warm smile on his face.

Having been with Dr. Braque for a long time, Heinrich is very aware of this person's temper. The moment he saw Braque's smiling face, Heinrich immediately straightened his face and looked very serious: "I know, I will definitely I won't hurt myself so casually again, I promise." So don't laugh, okay?Dear Blake you have a horrible smile.

Instead of bursting out with a lot of complaints like before, Braque took out a film.

At that time, a picture of Heinrich's arm was taken in order to make an accurate diagnosis for Heinrich. On it, the bones from the upper arm to the palm can be clearly seen.

Put it on the reading light with white backlight, took a slender stick, and tapped Heinrich's elbow joint.

Heinrich, whose arms were tightly fixed in front of him, sat across from Braque, followed his instructions, and found nothing unusual after a while: "You recovered and fixed well, so now you want to Shall I compliment you?"

"No, what I want you to see is your bones." Dr. Braque clicked again with the indicator stick, "You actually have a serious dislocation here, if it was a year ago, now you shouldn't just Hang it up, but use a plaster cast, there will definitely be a fracture here, but this time it didn't."

Heinrich couldn't help looking at Mr. Braque. He didn't understand these things at first. To him, there were some skeletons that looked white on the black film in front of him, and he couldn't see the way at all.

But from Dr. Braque's narration, Heinrich could hear some overtones: "You mean, I'm... healthier now?"

"No, it's a lot healthier." Even with such and other demon attributes, Dr. Braque is still very qualified as an angel in white. Seeing his patients recovering to health is probably what every doctor hopes to see most.

The smile on his face at this moment was very sincere, without the usual perfunctory at all.

Taking out Heinrich's recent recipes and the list of medicines he took, Dr. Braque's eyes lit up: "You can definitely use it as a sample. This case is too classic. You have to know how fragile you were before. one person!"

Heinrich's eyelids twitched, a little helpless: "Noah, don't say that, you are too pitiful for what you said about me."

"Do you need me to give you an example?" Braque didn't even look up. The German man in his 40s really seemed to find an example randomly, "If it was you a year ago, your girlfriend Hugging you with a little strength can break your waist, I am very glad that you are very sensible in love."

"...Can you stop being so specific with the example?"

"If you were a boyfriend, you would lose your life in the past."

"..."

Heinrich supported his injured elbow with his uninjured hand, took a deep breath to calm himself down: "Then what do you mean, I'm healthy enough now, Noah?"

Braque glanced at him, still with a smile on his face: "Don't be too optimistic, dear Adrian, you are still a long way from being able to do something you love." He paused, "Of course , if you are very urgent, I also have a way..."

Heinrich stood up directly: "Okay, Noah, I approve, you can bring your wife and son here." So don't repeat these things to him again!

With a "planned" smile on his face, Braque handed the prepared medicine to Heinrich, and then invited him out of his office.

Heinrich, who was standing at the door, looked at the closed door and suddenly felt that the team doctor of a team might be the most precious thing.

Otherwise, why can't I have the slightest desire to fire Dr. Braque?

He was injured, but Heinrich didn't plan to alarm the people in the club. He had already let Bertram leave, and the task of escorting Heinrich home fell to Mr. Byron.

Mr. Byron was also terrified. In fact, he just went to the set to take a look. He never thought that his coach would have such an accident!

In fact, many people at the scene were the same as Mr. Byron. They didn't know that someone had fired a shot. He simply thought that Bertram had a fight with someone, and that his husband was injured by an accident.

"Boss, are you going to the next game? I think you need to rest." Mr. Byron looked at Heinrich sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror while driving.

The blond man couldn't put on his coat because his arms were dangling, so he wore a black windbreaker in the car, flipped through the live broadcast of the players' training on the training ground with his other hand, and pointed out from time to time The key point was conveyed by Makelele at the scene. After hearing what Mr. Byron said, Heinrich said: "This injury will not affect the command of the team, don't worry."

Mr. Byron actually wanted Heinrich to take a break. After all, the season is still long, and even if he loses points, he can recover them. There is only one coach in his family.

However, Heinrich has never been one to listen to persuasion, and Mr. Byron did not insist. He only thought that fortunately the next game was at home, at least Heinrich would not have to travel long distances.

After watching the live broadcast of the players' training, Heinrich smiled and told Makelele to confiscate the children's mobile phones. Training is closed today. Everyone lives in the club and does not leave for the time being.

The reason is that there will be a Premier League game in two days, but Mr. Byron knows that his coach is probably using this method to keep his boys from knowing about his injury for the time being.

Similarly, once they leave the club, they will become the target of the British media. I am afraid they will be chased and intercepted all the way home.

You know, the British media, which claims to be the best among the media, can be regarded as losing face this time!

In their most proud Premier League, the head coach who is in the limelight is injured, and the first to break the news is actually the United States!It's unbearable!

Dig, dig out any news for me!

Heinrich's villa is heavily guarded and cannot be approached. It's okay. Isn't there still Leeds United Club? Isn't there still a player!

All the reporters were full of fighting spirit, and Heinrich didn't want his boys to confront them.

After hanging up the phone, Heinrich closed his eyes slightly and took a nap in the car.

Mr. Byron didn't bother him either, and the car instantly became quiet.

But neither of them noticed that a small image quietly appeared in the car navigation, and disappeared in the next second.

In Munich, Germany, there was a knock on Moritz's door.

"Come in."

The one who opened the door came in a black-haired man, dressed in a neat suit, with a white square scarf on his arm, handsome and stiff, with an iron ring on his left thumb, and when he lowered his head slightly, he showed his neck near the collarbone. metal ring.

It was tightly around the neck, but the man seemed very comfortable.

Throwing away the newspaper in his hand, Moritz looked cold: "Jarvis, what did Bertram-Smith say?"

Obtained a new body. Although the body is artificial, it looks no different from ordinary people on the surface.Jarvis lowered his head slightly, and his voice was as steady as before: "Mr. Smith has already started cleaning, and he promised that there will be results within a day."

"Tell him, let him find Edel to resign himself if he does it again." Moritz exhaled, and looked at the screen in front of him, his brother sitting in the car with his eyes closed. After all, he sighed, but Without saying anything, he waved his hand and let Jarvis leave.

Jarvis looked at Moritz, hesitated for a moment, and did not tell Moritz about the situation in front of Heinrich's house.

Ah, that's the bad thing about being a robot housekeeper. My master can't say anything without asking him. It's so uncomfortable...

At this time, Mr. Byron also drove Heinrich's black Mercedes-Benz car provided by the sponsor to the security range of the villa, and the house belonging to Heinrich could already be seen.

It looks like a single-family villa, but the large grassland and woods behind it all belong to Heinrich. Every time Mr. Byron sees it, he has to sigh with emotion at the arrogance of his own chairman.

Heinrich slowly opened his eyes, feeling relieved when he saw that he was about to get home.

But when he saw a Ferrari not far from the gate, he raised his eyebrows and sat up slightly: "Mr. Byron, stop, I want to walk."

Mr. Byron is not worried about Heinrich's safety. It can be said that there is no safer place in Leeds than here.

Putting Heinrich down, Mr. Byron drove the car back to the club. Just after he left, Heinrich turned around and saw someone getting off the Ferrari.

Heinrich looked at the man wearing sunglasses and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Good afternoon, Chris."