Emory University Hospital, Atlanta.

Sachiko Kamaike sat outside the emergency room in a daze, her hair dry, her eyes red and swollen, her skin dry, her face and her long white dress covered in blood, like a wooden sculpture that had lost her life. Tears continued to slide down the sides of her nose, wetting her neck. There, perhaps, was the only place on her body that was still wet. And tears seem to be the only evidence that she is alive.

She had told herself more than once, don't cry, Sachiko, don't cry Sachiko. She has used Sakai spring water and Zard to make herself strong more than once, but every time, when Jerry's bloodstained face comes to her mind, her strength is always inadvertently shattered. The corners of the mouth were hooked, as if seduced by a thousand times gravity, and it could no longer be as usual.

No more!

Didn't you say you wouldn't cry anymore?

Didn't you say yes?

Wave after wave of horror hit her heart, she was completely like a person who had lost her soul, and the whole person became no longer like herself.

Why?

Why is that?

Haven't you been rejected by yourself?

Didn't you already coldly say that this was your final decision?

Haven't you stopped calling yourself for several months, and said vividly that I will never have anything to do with you in this life?

No, haven't you been completely heartbroken by your own rejection?

But, but why?

Why do you pounce in front of yourself, why do you want to help yourself block the scythe of death, why do you still smile and say to yourself, it's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay?

Jerry-kun. Jerry-kun!

Sachiko Kamaike only felt that every time her heart beats, it hurts, and every time it hurts, Jerry's weak shadow appears in his mind once, and every time his shadow appears, Sachiko Kamaike feels that her guilt increases. If, if he left like this because of himself, I'm afraid she wouldn't want to live either.

I'm afraid that she doesn't want to live anymore.

How could she bear such a death in her life!

Her life. How can you bear such a loss!

"You really should go out for a walk, you've already become a housemaid."

"Let's fall in love!"

"Do you want to go on a trip with me secretly?"

"How's it going in Paris?"

"I'm fine!"

"You're stupid."

"Wouldn't it be nice for us to be brothers and sisters?"

"Is it Sachiko?"

"I've changed my mind."

"Why did this to me?"

"Are you sure of your own mind?"

"It's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay."

The scenes of the past reappeared in her mind, and the dry tears began to burst again.

Bastard, asshole. What a jerk I am.

Sachiko Kamaike clenched her fists, her nails already deeply embedded in her palms. The blood has gradually seeped out. It's just that this pain is nothing. It's just that this pain is nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

Sachiko Kamaike's whole person seems to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

If Jerry-kun, if Jerry-kun......

"Sachiko~" Yuki Oshima, who had gauze on his face, walked over and looked at Sachiko Kamachi with great concern.

My sister hadn't closed her eyes for a day and a night, and after the impact she had endured, and after seeing Jerry be hit by an electronic picture screen for her, and fall on top of her with blood all over her, her spirit was almost tense to the limit. Yuki Oshima was really scared. I'm afraid that my sister's spirit will collapse.

She had never seen her sister like this.

Never.

However, as an elder sister's economic person, at this moment, Yuki Oshima has no way.

When that huge building fell. Yuki Oshima was still on the ground, and she had seen it all with her own eyes.

She saw it all with her own eyes.

Yuki Oshima has now begun to regret deeply, at the beginning, he really shouldn't have instigated his sister to do such a stupid thing, it really shouldn't be!

However, the wood is already in the boat, everything is in order, what can she do?

"Sachiko, you have to take care of your body!"

Sachiko Kamachi showed a wry smile, what is this pain that has never been there, life and love, is this what it is? Are those who love each other destined to hurt each other? A deep sense of self-reproach slowly emerged.

Pedro Bocaneirola looked at Sachiko Kamaike, gritting his teeth and controlling his emotions, if it weren't for her, if it weren't for her, the boss wouldn't have been hurt so badly.

Seeing that shocking wound, even if Pedro was once a battle-hardened terrorist, he was really frightened.

This is not a gunshot wound from a fanatical right-winger at the Tokyo airport, not a abrasion from a Seine tunnel, it is a laceration from a huge blunt object.

A wound that was so big, from the right corner of the boss's forehead to the ear.

When he arrived at Emory University Hospital, he had already kicked two garbage cans, but there was still no way to vent the anger in his chest.

If Miss Sachiko Kamaike is not the woman the boss likes, Pedro Bocarnerola believes that he will definitely break his oath not to do anything to women.

Only now, he didn't have the slightest recourse but to vent his anger on the trash can.

The nurse at Emory University Hospital has made a solemn statement that if he dares to make any more noise in the hospital, she will have the security guard throw him out.

As a result, Pedro Bocarnerola, who looked like a cannibal, directly put the security guard who arrived to the ground.

If Humphrey hadn't shown up, Emory University would have called the police.

"Calm down, Pedro." Humphrey pressed his head tightly against the Venezuelan bodyguard, "Tell me, what happened?" ”

Humphrey frowned, anxious, but right now, there was nothing he could do but hand Jerry over to the doctor.

Pedro gasped and told the story as it was.

When he said that Jerry rushed over to help Sachiko Kamaike block the fatal blow, Humphrey couldn't help but turn his head to look at Sachiko Kamaike.

Sachiko Kamaike, on the other hand, bit her lip and clenched her fists. Don't dare to raise your head.

Humphrey didn't say anything.

Just patted Pedro on the shoulder and told him to sit down.

The lights in the operating room went out.

Although Michelle and Charlie of the Special Operations Group successfully defused the bomb at the Hilton Atlanta Hotel and the bomb at the Atlanta Station, the casualties of the bomb terrorist attack were minimized. However, in the Music Square of the Olympic Centennial Park, a bomb explosion killed one person on the spot and injured more than 300 people of varying severity, while the huge electronic picture screen that fell expanded the number to 573. Combined with the bomb explosion at the Atlanta Police Department and the attack on the Olympic Village, the terrorist attack on Atlanta killed a total of 37 people on the spot and injured 650 people of varying severity.

The terrorist attack occurred in Atlanta on July 19, 1996. Shocking the world.

After the terrorist attack, the Olympic Centennial Park was completely locked down, some areas of the Olympic Village were locked down, and the Atlanta area was put on first-class alert.

And the Atlanta Centennial Olympics has completely become the laughing stock of the world.

The most powerful country in the world. Even the security of the 100-year Olympics can't be guaranteed.

Athens, once Atlanta's biggest rival for the 26th Summer Olympics, sneered at Atlanta for this. The United States has lost face.

After the terrorist attack. After the opening ceremony, the Olympiad was postponed for almost a week.

Roy Drews, who presided over the Atlanta Police Department, was branded incompetent and became the biggest scapegoat for the incident, and was ordered to resign. Bill Campbell, with a politician's face in front of him, ushered in the FBI in Atlanta.

Richard Giver was handcuffed to the interrogation table, and across from him sat two FBI agents.

"I'm innocent. I'm innocent, I'm really innocent. "It's still a little unclear to Richard Givell how he could have been considered a suspect in the Atlanta bomb, and those guys didn't give him any chance to defend himself. They rushed into his house and arrested him.

Richard Givell was very aggrieved.

He is nothing more than a security guard at the Olympic Centennial Park.

He just didn't know when he left his job, but when he was conscious, he was lying on Kirtland Street.

There was a large patch of blood on his abdomen.

Yes, Richard Givell doesn't know.

"Tell us, where are your accomplices?" One of the FBI agents turned the light directly at Richard Geville.

Richard raised his hand to block the light, "I really don't know what you're talking about?" ”

"You'll know." Another FBI agent grabbed a thick book and put it right on his chest.

With a fierce punch, Richard Geville, who was directly beaten, coughed loudly.

This is the third day that Richard Giver has been caught.

For three days, he barely closed his eyes, and the group of FBI agents took turns to torture him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

But he really hadn't done it.

Not really.

Could it be that guy?

No, that guy is so unreal.

Richard Givell wasn't much of an impression at all.

That was until an FBI agent put a drawing in front of him.

Hilton Atlanta

"Do you know how that guy is?" Aiko Mitsui clasped her hands together, and her tone was a little eager.

"I haven't woken up yet."

"How's that going?"

"The Tanaka family has deployed a large number of Ichiwa Entertainment's bodyguards outside Emory University Hospital, and with the security forces of the Atlanta Police Department, our people can't penetrate for the time being. Judging by the current situation, Jerry Rothschild couldn't wake up for a while. ”

Aiko Mitsui's heart suddenly sank. (To be continued......)