Karl stroked Solo's smooth and delicate skin and frowned, "But we have no evidence."
Solo leaned into Karl's arms and said, a few glints flashed in his narrow and beautiful eyes, "Prime Minister, it is not difficult to get evidence. Just like Ruth Ferdinand, if there is no evidence, we only need to press one for him.
"
Karl refused, "No, he has a special status and cannot use the same method."
"Then what should we do? If he really did it, wouldn't you be in danger?"
There was a hint of darkness in Karl's eyes, "Baby, I know you are worried about me. It's just that I have to think carefully about this matter. After all, this is not a trivial matter."
Solo was a little disappointed. He said tiredly, "I understand, Prime Minister, let's sleep."
Karl pushed Solo away, "You go to sleep first, I have other things to deal with."
"yes."
Karl left the room and came to the study. As soon as he walked in, he felt a pain in his heart and couldn't bear it and sat on the floor.
It was pitch dark all around, and sitting on the cold floor, Karl covered the pain in his chest and couldn't make a sound.
After a long time, he slowly recovered.
Supporting his fat body, Karl walked step by step to the table and sat down. He turned on the light in the dark. He saw a thick document placed on the edge of the table and frowned.
These things were not on the desk before. Who brought them here when?
Karl was a little strange, but he didn't think much about it and opened the file.
After just glancing at the contents of the document, Karl's face suddenly turned gray. He closed the document angrily and wanted to call the person who gave him the document and give him a lesson.
At this time, the pain in the chest came again, and it was more intense than before.
Karl clutched his chest tightly, sweating profusely from the pain, and fell down from the chair.
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Zoro was lying next to the bed. He was thinking about the topic he had just discussed with Karl, and couldn't think of any good way to blame Isildar. That man, who was in a high position, was rigorous and steady in his work, and had no leaks.
With the support of his family, there is no flaw to be found.
If you can't put the blame on him, then you can only find his weakness, or weakness. Then, where is his weakness?
His son, Lien von Isildar, is now in Lansen, following Leng Ling to fight against him. If it is Isildar's weakness, he must control Lien, but Lien's weakness is also
what is it then?
A person's name flashed before his eyes, and Zoro's face turned gloomy.
Leng Ling is this man's weakness, but I can't control him. That man is so elusive.
I thought about it and went around in circles, but I still couldn't think of a good solution.
Solo decided to rest first and wait for an opportunity to discuss it with White.
He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, and Karl never came back, so he decided to go out and take a look.
When he came to the study, he knocked on the door. When no one answered him, he opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered, Zoro was stunned by the scene in front of him.
Carl lay motionless on the floor.
After taking a few steps forward, Solo walked to Karl's side and asked, "Prime Minister, what's wrong with you?"
I saw the other person's eyes wide open and motionless, as if he didn't hear his voice, staring straight at the ceiling.
Zoro darkened his eyes secretly. He reached out and touched the other person's body. His body was still hot and his breathing was very weak.
Without thinking too much about what to do, Solo picked up the phone on the table and called the doctor and housekeeper in the mansion.
In less than three minutes, several people rushed over in a hurry, and everyone worked together to lift Carl to the sofa aside. Then the doctor opened the medicine box and gave him first aid.
Carl's condition was very bad. His face was blue and his lips were pale, and his heartbeat could hardly be heard.
Everyone present was nervous. They watched the doctor give Carl first aid. Everyone's face was full of anxiety, except Zoro who looked at everything in front of him unusually calmly.
"What happened to the Prime Minister?"
The doctor checked Karl's condition and said, "It seems to be myocardial infarction." Smelling the smell of alcohol in the air, the doctor asked, "Has the Prime Minister been drunk?"
"Yes, can you save me?"
The doctor looked serious, "The Prime Minister's health is very bad. He shouldn't drink. Judging from his current condition, I don't know if he can survive."
As he spoke, the doctor performed artificial resuscitation on Karl, but his body showed no signs of improvement.
Seeing the doctor sweating on his forehead, Solo's delicate profile gradually became serious.
This old thing is still useful, at least he must live until Isildar is killed. If he dies at this time, he will be caught off guard.
When artificial resuscitation failed, the doctor had no choice but to inject a shot of cardiotonic drug, and Carl's heart finally started beating.
He could breathe, his eyes had a faint light, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Karl regained some consciousness, and he moved his lips with difficulty, as if he had something to say.
"You guys go out first, the Prime Minister has something to say to me," Solo pointed at the doctor, "You stay."
"yes."
The housekeeper and the servant left the study, and the doctor sat in a corner of the study.
Karl stretched out his hand and grabbed Solo, his lips trembling up and down.
This old guy has become older. He was still in his prime, and even though he was fat, he looked very energetic. But now, after the squandering of the past few years, coupled with the effects of drugs, his body is almost like a terminally ill person.
People are no different.
His skin was sagging, and two big eyebags hung under his eyelids. When he opened his mouth, the stench from his mouth spread out. His rough hand kept grabbing it, and the palm of his hand was wet and greasy, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Extremely disgusting.
Looking at the person lying on the sofa, a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in Solo's eyes.
But he has not yet achieved his goal. This old thing is still useful. For the future of himself and White, Solo must choose to continue to endure it.
He pretended to be concerned, put his head to Karl's mouth and said, "Prime Minister, what do you want to say?"
"Files... files..."
Solo turned to look at the desk, "Prime Minister, do you want that document?"
Karl nodded, "Give me..."
This old guy was already so ill, and he still wanted to ask for documents. What document was so important? Solo walked to the desk and picked up the document, scanning the contents above with his peripheral vision.
As soon as he saw this content, his face immediately turned dark.
