"Hiss~" The disinfectant alcohol swab wiped the wound on his right cheek, and the stimulation brought by it made Jerry gasp.

"It hurts~ Does it hurt?" The little nurse who spoke French was in a hurry.

"Oh~ It's okay, it's okay!" Jerry hurried to reassure her.

I'm a patient or you're a patient, why do you have to let me appease you.

Jerry wanted to complain, but unfortunately the little nurse in front of him didn't know English!

Hey~ It's also a regular hospital in the 15th arrondissement of Paris, and it's also located in the center of Paris, why doesn't your hospital even have a nurse who can speak English?

Jerry was very helpless and made a heroic face, the doctor said at noon, although the wound is a little long, but there is no major problem, as for whether it will leave a scar, this is not within his ability. But if you don't treat the wound, the scar won't be able to escape.

Women love handsome guys, while men hate handsome guys other than themselves.

This is indeed a wise saying.

Jerry pondered and didn't bother with the little nurse.

Anyway, my brother just has such a face, how to toss and toss how to love.

No matter how bad it is, will it be worse than a long wound on the right side of the face?

It's a regular hospital, and it's not an illegal plastic surgery facility.

On the ambulance that came to the hospital, Carlos had told him unmistakably that the attackers were wearing two knives and one star on their bodies. Two cuts and one star, that is the hallmark of Islamic fundamentalist organizers, or more accurately, members of the Afghan Taliban. OH~SHIT~ Is it true that things have come to this point? If it weren't for the shrewd Calost who put bulletproof glass on the Cadillac, the Seine might have been where Jerry Zuihou saw the sun. Thinking about this result, Jerry felt a little scared. What are you kidding, how could it be Diana's resting place, which was supposed to be his resting place? When he came to this shijie, he finally made such a name for himself and took off his cock hat. Committed to running to the well-off, the great haode youth, the great haode restless years have just begun, and there is no time to start anything, how can he give his life to the banks of the Seine. Jerry began to reflect on whether he had really gone too far. WELL~ Don't you compromise the means if you don't achieve the goal? Jerry tilted his head, perhaps this was what it felt like to be independent and relegated.

Wait a minute, speaking of Diana, Pedro. Where did that guy from Boca Neirola go? Hasn't he always been by his father's side and has been with him for global charity? How can he, a full-time bodyguard, not even have a shadow when danger happens? Jerry had specifically instructed him. If there are really paparazzi playing tail lines, hitting them will not be negotiable, and it doesn't matter if they are killed or disabled. If he had been there, the Buick would not have been forced into the Seine tunnel by two motorcycles at all. And Her Royal Highness Diana will not be pushed into the operating room unconscious at this time.

Is there a great historical inertia here that cannot be modified?

Jerry was pondering when the door to the examination room was pushed open. Bocarnerola rushed in, "Boss. ”

"Should you give me a reasonable explanation?" Jerry sent the little French nurse away. Snapped his fingers at Bocarnirola.

"Mr. Rothschel sent me to investigate a man."

"Dad sent you to investigate someone?"

"Irma. Glazer. ”

Jerry stared at Pedro, "And what did you find?" ”

"She's the notorious devil of the German Nazis," Pedro glanced up at Jerry, then pulled a stack of papers from his arms. "Boss, she's still your grandmother who never died."

What the? Jerry's eyes widened all at once, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" ”

"It's true, Irma. Glazer. She's not dead yet. ”

Jerry looked through the documents handed over by Pedro, and the Nazi witch who was supposed to be sentenced to death by a military tribunal of the US occupation authorities in 1945 was not dead. And he is actually Humphrey's biological mother. It's an unbelievable thing. But Jerry thought about it, yes, this could be Jacob. Rothschild, that old fellow weishenme hates Humphrey so much. Rothschel's cause. An executioner who slaughtered the Jewish race, Zuihou became a Jewish mother, wanting to make Jacob of noble Jewish blood. That old man in Rothschild is bloody, and he can't turn a tendon at all!

"If she's not dead now, where is she?"

"Her whereabouts have not yet been found. The MI5 guy I caught couldn't resist my torture and committed suicide. ”

"MI5? British intelligence? ”

"Yes, boss." Pedro pulled out a photo and handed it over, "But it doesn't matter, in Paris, he still has two contacts." ”

There were three people in the photo, but when Jerry took the photo, he suddenly noticed that the two guys standing on the right side seemed to be familiar to him.

It's just that where he has seen it, for a while, he can't remember.

"I'm sorry, boss. Because of my negligence, you have encountered such a thing. ”

"Forget it, it's the trouble I got into, it's just a cycle of cause and effect. I don't have any problems, but at worst, I'm disfigured. Just hope that Bob won't have any accidents, you contact Ichiwa Security and arrange a few bodyguards for Bob. He has lived alone in Russia for many years, and the security issue cannot be ignored. About Irma. Glazer, don't tell my dad just now until things are fully clarified. Jerry grinned, but the wound on his right cheek was touched, and the pain was so painful that he scolded his mother directly.

"Okay, I remember, boss." Pedro wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh when Jerry blasted him out of the room.

……

"Did you find Emma?"

"Not yet, ma'am!"

"Are you sure you've searched all of TF1?"

"Yes, ma'am, I've checked with the TF1 staff, and none of them have seen Miss."

Freda leaned weakly on the saddle, knowing that something like this would happen, and that she really should have brought her to TF1, otherwise, she wouldn't have just disappeared from under her nose. How so! How so! Because of the divorce of Jacklin and Chris a few years ago, little Emma was depressed, and this trip to Paris, she took little Emma away from that sad place and let her relax. How could you lose her here?

"Otherwise, call the police, ma'am." Brant gave Freda a worried look, and she was even more worried that it was the little Emma who didn't know where she was.

What else can be done?

"Brant, you tell me she's going to be fine, right?"

Brandt took Freda's hand and nodded heavily. (To be continued......)