Wang Xizhi has done psychological construction on this matter, and has also thought about what the professor would do if he wanted to realize what he planned to show his ambitions.

It's like knowing from the beginning that Unis Projado was destined to close its doors.

But it was not her style to retreat, so even knowing this premise, the lady chose to agree to him.

It's just that when I really face it now, what kind of mood is another matter.

"What's the difference between you and Cesare? Fight down one Cesare, there will always be the next, only here is Samuel. You're much more dangerous than Cesare, and who knows those ties you have with Raheem Sterling? ”

"When he replaces Cesare for you, your alliance with Sterling will be much more dangerous than just one Cesare."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The professor asked. "Even so, you want Cesare to fall, and I did it for you, what's the point?"

"Did you make it happen? I'm not stupid, I know it's her. Taylor sneered. I always knew that I couldn't kill Cesare, and she must have known that. ”

"That's enough." At the mention of the lady, the professor coldly stopped the conversation. "You just have to take the responsibility you should bear, and we will solve the matter between me and the lady."

The professor threw something on the ground in front of him.

It's the USB flash drive that contains Cesare's incriminating evidence, and after the lady sent it, she didn't care too much about its whereabouts, but she didn't expect it to be taken away by the professor, so here.

If the original is in Taylor's hands, and Taylor is the key to the Darkmond affair, and he snipes Cesare's wheel today, he is a huge smoke bomb that can divert the eyes that should have been on the lady.

It was impossible for the professor to know that this would be the case, but he must have abandoned his original plan and adopted the current course.

Taylor bent down to pick up the USB stick, put it in his pocket, and looked at the professor as if to see a hole in him.

"When the eagle is flying, it attracts a lot of attention, and the gray falcon behind it takes advantage of the situation." Taylor said. "The original eagle's nest exists, he should have intrigue, and the eagle is not strong."

"But one of them is enough to use many people as bargaining chips for profit."

"I know Cesare can't kill them all."

"But this 'Cesare' alone, I can't tolerate it." Taylor muttered, pulling his pistol from behind and loading it.

Smack.

Because of the relationship between this eagle and Sterling, the eagle's nest will be extremely united, and they are all politicians like that.

Even though the professor had an accident, his instinct for survival made him go to the stairs.

He bent over his head as the gunshot rang out, and his hand ached sharply, and if he hadn't lifted it, the bullet would have been in his temple by now.

He was hit by a huge force.

While the gunshots were still ringing, Taylor found out that he had not been fatal after a single blow, then pulled the trigger and fired continuously.

But after only three or four shots, he immediately reacted and stopped.

Damn it!

He lowered his gun to find out who it was.

No need for him to confirm it.

When the professor fell down with the force, he had already seen her.

"King!"

The sound echoed through the empty bridge.

Taylor lowered his gun, dropping it, and he seemed to want to get over, but ran away in pain, letting out a wail like a wounded beast.

Someone once blocked a gun for him, died, was killed by the chess player's conspiracy, and then he couldn't even save other people's children.

And today he was going to kill a chess player, and someone blocked the gun for him, and the person who blocked the gun made him sober up.

He also became the one who shot her, and she had already done everything, and it was time to say goodbye to the past and have a new future.

But he was snuffed out.

Once he was a victim of being snuffed out by someone else.

Later he became the perpetrator.

The professor ignored Taylor, he just hugged Wang, her body was covered in blood, the old gentleman tore off his clothes, took out his handkerchief to help her stop the bleeding, and trembled and took out his mobile phone to call for first aid.

"Ma'am, don't sleep, ma'am, don't leave me, please." He didn't dare to move her, she was shot three times in total, he trembled with fear, and Wang struggled to breathe, unable to speak.

It hurts, it hurts, and the slow blood loss makes her feel cold gradually.

The professor was by her side, holding her hand, lying her flat in order to keep her alive, but not daring to make her feel herself.

“Lan...... Chester ...... "The king tried hard to speak.

"Don't talk, keep your strength, don't talk. Ma'am, here I am. ”

He...... Are you crying......

The king's eyes were closed weakly, but tears flowed uncontrollably: "I am in Sephiroth...... I ordered a watch, please go and pick it up...... Invoice...... Right in my wallet, my stuff ......"

"Stop talking, ma'am, stop talking." The professor said in a trembling voice. "First aid is coming, please hold on, please."

She opened her mouth, and there were a thousand words she wanted to say, but with all her strength they couldn't get out, she just cried, and the professor squeezed her hand, which she seemed to want to shake back.

But her consciousness slowly dissipated with the blood loss.

"King!"

The professor waited for first aid, but she was unconscious, and she lost too much blood and went into shock.

The professor's hands were covered in blood, and his arm was shot, but his eyes were only on the bloodless lady.

Fortunately, no matter how panicked and scared he was, he still remembered first aid and remembered to explain her blood type.

......

He also went into the operating room, and Pavarotti was actually nearby, but no one expected that Taylor was out of control.

He had been a pawn before, but at the last moment, he had his own judgment and made his own choice.

But there is no need for Pavarotti to do anything, he has already been arrested.

Or rather, turned himself in.

Whether it's because of the professor's agreement with him, or because of the sins he carries.

Pavarotti stood outside the operating room and prayed to God.

He had never seen such a master, not even the last time.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only pray to God.

The professor's operation was soon over, after all, it was only to take a bullet from the arm, but even though he was out of the operating room, the lady still did not come out.

Pavarotti has been ordered to wait here.

The professor did not wait for the local anesthesia to subside, and he was probably not in the mood to rest, even if Pavarotti did not persuade him.

His mind went blank, he couldn't think of anything, and an emotion completely dominated him.

Afraid.

It was a real torment for him, but even though the lady's fate was uncertain behind this door, now given the limited speed at which the news could spread, the only people who knew that she was here were the professor and Pavarotti.

And her connection to the world is only in the old gentleman who is occupied by fear outside the door.

The old gentleman's hand was already aching, but his head was not clearer until the lamp went out suddenly, and he stood up suddenly.

There was no need for the professor to ask, Pavarotti had already stepped forward.

"The emergency is handled very well, and if one more glass of blood is shed, this lady will have to go to God." The doctor said to Pavarotti.

Pavarotti turned to look at the professor.

Then twist your head back.

"Excuse me......"

"One shot was too deep and needed to be observed for a while, but now it's not life-threatening." The doctor said.

"Thank you." Pavarotti bowed. "Can I contact it?"

"You can go directly to the ward." The doctor nodded, and Pavarotti thanked the doctor again.

......

She was buried in the white bed, I don't know if it was the professor's illusion, she seemed to have a sense of unreality, as if it was transparent.

Until the professor clasped her hand again.

Pavarotti went out to pour water, and the professor chose to be in the same room as the lady.

She also needed oxygen, and there was nothing like watching the mist emerge and dissipate, a real proof that she was still alive.

The professor cried at the bedside like a child.

Pavarotti stood silent at the door for a moment, not daring to open the door.