Mr. Assassies came out of the orphanage soon, which surprised Sister Selien. However, Mr. Assass also promised that he would be back soon, so Sister Selien had better prepare a midnight snack.
Shortly afterwards, Mr. Assaches came to the door of a hotel, the Grand Hotel France.
He took out the matchbox that was not completely burned out from his pocket. The pattern printed on the box was the logo of this big hotel.
Perhaps the seriously injured guy is a resident here?
With questions in mind, Mr. Asaches walked up to the hotel counter and was told that there were no rooms available tonight. Due to the Holy Maiden ceremony, the hotel rooms had been booked early.
“Then there’s nothing we can do...can I take a rest in the lobby?” Mr. Asaches said casually.
“No problem sir, let me get you a glass of water.” The little girl at the front desk had a nice smile on her face.
Mr. Assaches started to take a newspaper in the rest area and read it... He felt that maybe he was just too sensitive, but his intuition told him that maybe he would make some new discoveries if he stayed here.
About half an hour later, Mr. Asaches unexpectedly saw a group of people walking in.
Yes, the great president.
Looking at the man with white eyeshadow walking into the elevator under the protection of a group of guards, Mr. Assassis couldn't help but frowned. It turned out that this was where the president stayed?
Sister Celine said that those who followed the seriously injured were wearing very obvious styles of clothing...
“It should not be such a coincidence...”
Mr. Azashes put down the newspaper...looking at the floor number where the elevator finally stopped, thoughtfully.
Perhaps due to his natural sense of touch, Mr. Assaches quickly found several opportunities to sneak into the elevator while the employees in the hotel lobby were not paying attention.
But what Mr. Asaches didn't expect was that when he stepped out of the elevator and appeared on the floor where the president was, he was directly blocked by two men.
“Stop, this floor has been taken over!”
"Yes... I'm sorry, I pressed the wrong floor. Sorry!" Mr. Azashes smiled and quickly walked into the elevator again as if he was afraid.
The two men blocking the road were staring at the elevator floor display board. The display board stopped at a certain floor downstairs and remained motionless before finally retracting their gaze.
“What happened? Did someone come here just now?”
The door of one of the rooms in the corridor ahead suddenly opened, and a man wearing sunglasses walked out and asked in a deep voice.
“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just that a guy walked to the wrong floor, there shouldn’t be anything suspicious.”
“Whether it’s suspicious or not, be careful!” the man in sunglasses warned in a deep voice before walking into the room.
At this time, in a beautifully decorated hotel room, a man with burns all over his body was tied up and placed on the carpet.
The man's mouth was even tightly stuffed with a ball of cloth when he was covered in burns.
The burnt man opened his eyes at this time and struggled a few times, but was immediately pushed to the ground by the other two men in the room.
They even shouted: "Quiet! Damn that guy! It took us so much effort to bring you back. You are a troublesome guy! If you don't want to be stunned once, just be obedient!"
Hearing this, the burned person did not move... he just breathed in and out quickly, as if he was trying his best to calm down his emotions.
The man in sunglasses walked slowly to the table nearby and opened a long metal box.
There is a syringe and several small bottles placed in the box.
“Do we still need to give him an injection?” One of the men holding down the burned person couldn’t help but asked doubtfully.
The man in sunglasses said calmly: "It's not easy to survive until now. If I don't continue, I don't know when he will start burning again... Well, this dose is almost enough."
"This guy, since he secretly stopped taking the medicine, just can't think about it." The man holding down the burned person shook his head and said: "In that case, let him turn into ashes... I don't understand why the president still wants to save him.
.”
“If you can figure it out, then I will work for you again now.” The man in sunglasses shrugged and walked over with a syringe.
Seeing the syringe approaching his neck... the burnt patient who had calmed down couldn't help but struggle again.
The man in sunglasses disagreed: "Look at how you look now. Such a beautiful face has been burned into this horrible shape. Why bother..."
The burned man struggled more violently, but the two men holding him down also became stronger.
The man in sunglasses slowly inserted the needle into the neck of the burned person, smiled and said: "You have stopped for a long time, right? There may be some stress reactions in the body again, but you can even survive spontaneous combustion. This
I probably won’t mind the slight stress reaction anymore...I’ll be fine soon. Welcome back to the real land of paradise.”
, little by little, it was injected into the body of the burned person.
After a while, a frantic convulsion began to appear on the burned man's body... The two men let him go, and the burned man began to clutch his body in pain!
His limbs even showed varying degrees of stiffness and contraction.
“Is the stress reaction so serious?”
“I don’t know how long this guy has been in private. I’m afraid his body has gone crazy, right?”
“Oh, I fainted again.”
The man in sunglasses put away the tools at this time and said calmly: "Keep an eye on him and clean it after he wakes up. If it is burned like this, it will take a lot of time to find a plastic surgeon."
“Are you still going out?” the companion asked at this time.
The man in sunglasses said calmly: "I'm going to pick someone up. The entertainment items scheduled by the President should be here."
The companion opened his mouth, his expression could not help but look a little nervous, and he even said cautiously... "The supreme leaders are all here, where is the president?"
"The Supreme Beings are all concentrating on doing something right now." The man in sunglasses sneered: "At present, it is mainly something that the managers of the Seven Capitals are jointly handling."
As he said that, the man in sunglasses glanced at the screen of his phone and said, "Okay, we're here."
…
…
Mr. Assaches had no choice but to try to sneak into the floor where the President was staying through the fire door. The fire door had been locked long ago.
As for passing through the hotel's exterior wall... there is no such thing, this is not filming a movie, the wind outside is still so strong, people will be blown away.
In order not to arouse the suspicion of the presidential guards who came from here, he could only go downstairs through the back stairs and leave. When he was about to reach the first floor, Mr. Assaches stopped.
There were two people standing at the back stairs of the first floor.
A man and a woman... The man was wearing clothes with obvious style, while the woman was wrapped a little tightly.
The woman not only wears sunglasses on her face, she even covers her face with a scarf... Well, she has a good figure!
Mr. Assassis couldn't help but frowned. He quickly squatted down quietly and held his breath.
After a while, the fire door opened, and a man wearing sunglasses walked out. He looked at the tightly wrapped man, smiled and said: "Very punctual, Miss Yulia."
The woman did not speak, but nodded slightly.
The man in sunglasses said calmly: "Then come with me, Your Excellency, the President is already waiting for you."
The woman nodded obediently again, and then followed the man in sunglasses into the fire door. As for the man who was waiting with the masked woman at the beginning, he waited for a while before continuing... It depends on the situation. Plan to leave through the hotel's underground parking lot.
Mr. Azashes was still squatting upstairs at this moment, but his face looked a little strange, and he murmured to himself: "Yulia? Isn't Yulia... the same name? Or..."
Thinking about it, Mr. Asaches felt more and more something was wrong.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him... The change of light and shadow made Mr. Asaches subconsciously raise his head.
“Why, haven’t you seen enough just now?”
This is the man who should be walking towards the underground parking lot!
Mr. Assassis was suddenly startled... He hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly said hello to the front: "Hey, President, you are here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Azashes turned around and rushed upstairs.
However, the way this attack seemed to be too rough, the man instantly grabbed the corner of Mr. Asaches' clothes and tore him off with force!
What a great strength!
Azaches secretly thought, and was about to resist, but suddenly the world started spinning... He had been thrown over his shoulder and fell directly to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the man used jujitsu to directly press Mr. Asaches to the ground, making him unable to move.
“Brother, is there some misunderstanding?”
But the man sneered and said: "Didn't you just say that you want to see the President? I will take you to see him now."
As he said that, the man reached out and covered Mr. Assassi's mouth and nose. He also placed a handkerchief on his palm... Mr. Assache only felt that he had inhaled a strange smell, and soon he lost his senses. Perception...even consciousness was lost.
…
…
It is already very late.
The carnival held because of the float parade has become calmer by this time...the lights have dimmed a lot.
But the lobby is still bright at this time.
Miss Clary, the maid, sat in front of the counter, held her chin and yawned, "It's already this hour, boss...why hasn't he come back yet?"
"Miss Clary, do you want to continue waiting?" Boss Luo, who was sitting in the rest area next to him, closed a book in his hand and looked at Clary and said, "Mr. Asaches, tonight
Probably won’t come back.”
"If the boss doesn't come back for the night, he will call back." Clary had a worried look on her face. "He looked a little anxious when he went out. Could something have happened? I just called.
When I called him, it said it was turned off."
"In this way..." Boss Luo nodded, and then said: "But, what dangerous things will happen now?"
Clary couldn't help but be startled, that's right... what danger could there be in it?
Even if the door is left open at night, no thieves will come.
"Maybe... maybe the phone just ran out of battery." Clary explained to herself at this time, "By the way, Mr. Luo, I'll go clean up your room. It's so late, and you guys need to rest.
.”
Boss Luo said casually: "As for the room, Youye seems to have already cleaned it up, so I don't need to bother you, Miss Clary."
"...It seems that I am an employee of the mansion?" The maid couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and immediately stood up: "Then I will go and boil some hot water for you."
Boss Luo said at this time: "Miss Clary, you seem to have something on your mind tonight... Do you plan to find someone to talk to? Maybe I will be a qualified listener."
"I..." The maid hesitated to speak, and finally shook her head: "I'm just worried about Boss Asachus, but it's actually nothing."
“So.” Boss Luo nodded and said, “Good night, Miss Cleary.”
"Good night."
She watched Mr. Luo go upstairs until Mr. Luo disappeared at the end of the stairs. She opened her mouth several times to speak, but no words came out... although she did have an urge to talk.
However, it’s better not to talk about your own troubles and pass them on to others, right?
boss Asachus once said, try not to be an annoying child, and just do what you can do by yourself.
…
It’s still the same basement.
It’s just that the circular formation originally drawn by Miss Asman in the basement has disappeared... At this time, the maid lady was holding a tray and walked down slowly.
She soon came to a table.
There was something covered with a large piece of black cloth on the table...it seemed to be covered with something like a large box.
The maid casually lifted the black cloth covering it, and what was covered turned out to be a one cubic meter cage, and inside the cage, there was actually a small house.
A caged house decorated like a Barbie doll house.
At this time, in the caged hut, there was a little guy puffing his face, as if he was sulking, that little girl with wings the size of a palm.
“Lord Michael, do you like this house?” The maid smiled slightly and put the food on the plate into the cage.
The little guy caught the cage and shook it for a while.
"I can't let you go out yet." A look of apology appeared on the maid's face.
The little girl's face became more bulging, she sat down directly, faced the food that was delivered, and turned her head away.
"Aren't you hungry?" the maid said with a chuckle: "I also added some minced chicken to the mushroom soup. It would be a pity not to eat it."
The little girl's throat rumbled visibly to the naked eye, her gaze turned sideways, but she quickly looked away again, and she even raised her chin.
"I'll come back tomorrow." The maid said calmly, then took the tray and left the basement.
After waiting for a while, the little girl looked around hesitantly, then picked up the bowl and started drinking in big gulps.
But her tongue was burned all of a sudden... The little girl even choked and kept coughing.
“Oops, I forgot to mention it, it might be a little hot.”
The maid suddenly appeared in front of the basement door and said with a smile.
Seeing this, the little guy whose tongue was burned by the hot soup suddenly shuddered, then grabbed the pole of the cage with both hands, and started to output wildly.
“Bad! Bad! Bad!!”
“Good night, Lord Michael.” The maid smiled lightly and left.
