Love Killer

The time is about to point to one o'clock in the afternoon.

A performance in the opera house was closing, and Belivia didn't know what was happening on the stage from the beginning to the end.

After the last aria fell, there was thunderous applause, and she stood up along with the audience. Rainier III, her grandfather, showed no knowledge of what happened to her, and was talking to Blusen.

But she just knew it had something to do with her, and Brunson didn't glance at her, but she just knew.

Looking up at the clock, her heartbeat gradually accelerated, and it was almost one o'clock. Why hasn't Mr. Al Qaeda called yet?He said he would call her when he was near.

Resisting the uneasiness in his heart, Belivia took out his mobile phone from his handbag and quietly dialed a number, but the phone could not be connected, which meant that things were not going well.

The show was about to end, and people in the auditorium left their seats. This time was originally a good time. Belivia had already packed her luggage and put it in the lounge of the theater. Taking advantage of the chaos, she believed that she would leave Blusen's surveillance It's not difficult, but now... "Bluson! What did you do to them?" She couldn't care less about continuing to pretend to be calm, so she blocked Brunson's way.

"I don't understand what Miss means, but if you have any questions, you can ask the prince." Blusen asked her to look in another direction. Rainier III was talking to French dignitaries. Got up and was about to leave the theater.

That's her grandfather, and the funny thing is she hardly ever talks to him, she's in awe of him, but now she hates him, "Don't think I dare! Tell you Blusen, if anything happens to Anthony, I... ..."

Suddenly there was an explosion from a distance, and Belivia turned around in astonishment, and rushed to the corridor. Many spectators who came out of the show were watching from the windows, condescending, and from here they could clearly see the dense cigarette.

Thick smoke, car accidents, explosions, the police appeared to evacuate the crowd, Brunson's expression changed, and she understood.

"No—" There was a scream from the crowd.

Belivia fainted, her hopes dashed, she couldn't take the blow.

"Miss?! Miss!" Brunson quickly caught her, and saw a line of blood winding down her leg.

Rainier III was at the other end of the corridor. He approached and stared blankly at the line of blood, "Blusen, she..." He paused, "Send her to the lounge, and then have Huo Dr. Ke is calling! Go!"

The entourage was flustered and didn't know what happened. Rainier III greeted everyone again as soon as he turned around, diverting the public's attention, and at the same time secretly ordered Brunier to deal with everything.

If there was such a second in the night, what Blusen would have seen was a charred black corpse, but at this second, Anthony's collar was lifted, and he was thrown out. Second.

Boom!He was ejected and fell to the ground hard, and Feng Zhannuo used the momentum to pounce on Feston, "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

He cursed fiercely, his face was ashamed by the explosion, Fieston was not affected, but his injury didn't look good, Feng Zhannuo couldn't maintain a good mood, "Anthony, talk to me if you're not dead!"

"What happened just now?" Anthony coughed for a while, still in shock, "I...I'm still alive..." He raised his hand, only to realize that he was holding the first aid kit.

Half of the first-aid kit was blown away, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place. Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "You are still alive, it was a bullet, and a stray bullet hit the fuel tank." He saw the first-aid kit in Anthony's hand.

Anthony picked up the entire roll of bandages and painkillers from the ground. After the disaster, he raised his hands excitedly and shouted, "...I got it! I got it!"

Feng Zhannuo kissed Feston on the face, "You're lucky."

Of course Feston couldn't hear it, but he didn't care, "We have to get out of here before the police come, Anthony, pack your things and let's go."

The theater ended, the clock pointed to one o'clock, Anthony stood up from the ground, he looked ahead, the crowd was turbulent, those who watched the excitement, those who were frightened, and those who left the theater, across the street, there was the Opera House, where his most Belivia, the beloved woman, and their freedom and future.

"Where are we going?" He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, picking up everything in the first aid kit that was still available.

Feng Zhannuo picked up Feston, and took a meaningful look at this young man named Anthony. He was only in his early twenties, and his eyes were full of vision and hope for the future, as well as his love for Belivia.

"You are only a few hundred meters away from the opera house, and you can see her in a few minutes at most. The road ahead will not be dangerous. With the media around, no one dares to touch you."

"I know, but she's still alive, she's safe, and you..." Anthony stared at the wounded in his hand, "I need a place to treat Mr. Al Qaeda's wound."

Feng Zhannuo also looked at the injury on Feston's head, turned around and walked in the opposite direction from the opera house, "It seems that Belivia is right.

Anthony didn't ask him what Belivia said. He walked a few steps and turned his head. Behind them, there was their destination a few minutes ago. The top of the building was exposed, so close, but also so far away.

When Blusen arrived with the secret police, all that was left was charred blackness.

Blusen stood there unable to react for a while, "It shouldn't be like this...the prince..." He stomped his feet severely, and yelled at his subordinates, "Seal this place, and the search is still in progress. Is there anyone alive!"

Everyone else found it strange, especially the spies who were ordered to remain on the sidelines from beginning to end, watching all this happen.

"There are a lot of corpses on the ground. Mr. Blusen, those are not our people. The preliminary judgment is that they are killers from other countries. Should we report this matter to the prince?"

"There's a conspiracy here, maybe something to do with espionage..."

"Killing so many people, the person who did it may be targeting the prince, trying to harm the prince!"

You talked to each other around, and Brunson yelled, "Shut your mouths! You don't know anything, but I will explain everything to the prince! Now who will tell me what happened? What!"

Blusen had never yelled so uncontrollably before, he beat everyone up at the scene, and the people around him secretly complained that they were not responsible for the car accident, and things seemed to be going well now, so there was no reason for Brunson to do that angry.

Only Brunson himself knew what was going on, and complained in his heart. The prince didn't know how he would react when he heard the news.

In an unnoticed corner, an overturned car was sitting in the corner, and the people inside had already come out to observe the movement behind the car. Judy saw the explosion with her own eyes, but unfortunately she couldn't do anything, Just when she was about to take someone to leave, the phone vibrated, "Ian?! God bless! Are you okay? That's great, listen, I can pick up Belivia now and meet you guys, where are you……"

"On the way to the hospital, I'll tell you the address." Feng Zhannuo endured the pain in his shoulder and drove the car with one hand, reporting the address of the nearest hospital to Judy.

Feston was in the backseat, and Anthony tended to him, "You stole a car." Looking up from the wound, it seemed to Anthony that the man in the driver's seat was incredible.

"I also killed a lot of people." Feng Zhan replied calmly, reminding him by the way, "I said I was a killer."

How many people can tell others that they killed someone so calmly, anyway, Anthony knows he can't do it, "He is the FBI, he has a reason to shoot criminals, but you... a killer? This sounds incredible."

It seemed that he had no other adjectives except incredible, Feng Zhannuo shook his head, "Take care of him, I will rush to the hospital as soon as possible, if something happens to him on the way, you will bear the consequences."

"What?! Me?" Anthony heard that there was no joke in this sentence, he calmed down, "Well, he saved my life, now it's time for me to repay him, as soon as possible, I found out The injury was more serious than we thought, possibly with intracranial hemorrhage."

Holding the steering wheel firmly, Feng Zhannuo tried his best not to smash it down hard, or turn around and shoot those corpses again, "Sit still!"

The car sped out like a bullet and rushed to the street. The speed of the car made Anthony worry about whether there would be another accident, but the road was very smooth. The killer in front didn't say a word, and seemed to be fully absorbed in the speeding up of the car. , like a competent racing driver, driving the vehicle without distraction.

It seems that if you don't do this, there will be some accidents...

A depressive and dull atmosphere condensed in the car. At this moment, Anthony remembered the words that the injured man in front of him, the FBI, said, for love.But in fact, he wanted to say, for the one he loves.

Anthony has done all the emergency measures he can do, paying close attention to Feston's physical condition, but every time he raises his head to look ahead, he will see hands clenched on the steering wheel with severe muscle contusion, let alone a gun , should not be able to move.

Aren't killers ordinary humans?Under Anthony's doubts, when the hospital arrived, Feng Zhannuo took Feston out of the car and went straight to the emergency room, without him talking, just looking at their bodies and faces.

Anthony explained the situation to the emergency doctor along the way, as well as Feston's physical condition, the treatment he had done, and so on.

The TV in the hospital was broadcasting today's news. Many lively scenes were filmed at the opera house, but there was no mention of the gun battle or explosion in the street.

"You're right, they won't let people know." He smiled wryly and covered his forehead.

Feng Zhannuo didn't hear what he was saying, he watched Feston being sent into the operating room, the light outside the door was turned on, he closed his eyes and sneered, "I don't believe in God, Anthony, I don't believe in God, but today I Willing to believe, and he has to give me a good result."