The quartermaster, who was lying in a pool of blood, couldn't figure out why the other party would shoot himself.

White smoke came from the muzzle of the gun, the smell of gunpowder filled the air, and there seemed to be the sound of gunfire echoing.

Until the moment when the gun rang out, the young man was agitated, but he woke up, his brain went blank, and the three philosophical questions appeared.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Alcohol, drugs, the stress of life, all together, are driving him crazy!

When he really saw that he had killed a person and killed the governor of the South, the young man was not relieved in his heart, but more confusion emerged.

Kill the Governor and it's all over?

Will life get better?

Young people don't know.

He was not trained, nor did he empty the magazine, nor did he turn his gun at anyone else.

Without a doubt, young men are the most amateur of the assassins.

But the funny thing about it is that such an amateur assassin, with such a clumsy method, actually succeeded?

While he was in a daze, the man in military uniform rushed up, slapped the pistol with a slap, and kicked him out.

The soundproofing of the box was good, the gunfire did not penetrate through, and the others just heard a muffled sound and didn't think much about it.

On the contrary, it was the young man who was knocked out of the door, which attracted the attention of the attendants in the corridor, and someone came up to check the situation and maintain order.

The door of the box room was half-hidden, and it was impossible to see the situation inside.

The wife stood beside her husband, her face dazed, and she had not yet recovered from the shock.

Albert was even more surprised by Luden's prophetic foresight.

He walked over to Ludon and asked in a low voice,

"How do you know"

"I don't know."

Ludon, the only calm person present, took a quick glance of the room, walked over to the officer, and felt the other's pulse with his hand.

Not dead yet.

Luden looked at the young widow-to-be and said in a cold voice,

"I've read your profile, you're a smart guy."

"This"

The young widow-to-be was a little confused, not knowing what Ludon meant.

"It's good for you and me to be silent until we meet the real big guys."

Ludon said quickly,

"Tonight's meeting was requested, your husband is dead, and if there is no plausible story, do you think his family will let you go?"

The would-be widow fell silent, she understood Mr. Ludon's words.

The killer was not arranged by her, and she could not have known about the appearance of this assassination.

However, the other family will definitely be angry with themselves

"Me"

The quartermaster's lips squirmed, and he wanted to say that he was not dead yet, and he could still be saved.

Of course, a gunshot in the chest, a penetrating wound, massive bleeding

The odds of surviving are slim.

The would-be widow gritted her teeth, a hint of fierceness flashed across her face, and she wanted to negotiate terms with Luden.

Ludon said coldly,

"You're not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

He blocked the other party's mouth several times in succession, and strongly occupied the initiative in the negotiations, without any room for negotiation.

After this incident, he had a lot of cards in his hand, which he could advance and retreat.

Only the widow is bound to Luden's interests.

If she had told the truth of what had happened before, it would have caused an earthquake in the whole of the small United Kingdom!

The quartermaster of the fog capital actually pushed out the governor of Nanhate Wumei Island as a shield?

This alone can make those people on the southern island boil!

His Majesty wants a strong, intact little United Kingdom.

Instead of punishing Ludon, he would have pointed the finger at the poor widow for her nonsense, and might even have sacrificed her to appease the wrath.

After all, her husband is dead, and Ludon is still alive.

The living are more useful than the dead most of the time.

The prospective widow bit her lip, her eyes were full of tears, and she said with a little pity,

"I want to seek your refuge!"

These tears are not shed for her husband, but for herself.

She seemed to see the miserable end of her future, and sorrow came from it.

If she wants to get through this difficult time, she can only rely on Luden!

To be able to figure out this in such a short time, this prospective widow is obviously not an ordinary person.

Lutten glanced at the other party,

"Someone will teach you how to do it."

While the two were talking, the quartermaster's eyes slowly dissipated, completely lifeless.

After making sure that the other party was dead, Ludon shouted at the top of his voice,

"Where's the doctor! What about trained doctors?! ”

The widow also cooperated and squatted down, lying on the corpse of her deceased husband and wailing,

"Wake up! Wake up! ”

With the cry for help, the whole theater was thrown into chaos!

The doctor soon came and went quickly.

They are doctors, not immortals, and there is nothing they can do with a corpse.

The manager of the theater was pale, whiter than the quartermaster who had just died.

He could never have imagined that this promising quartermaster would die in his own theater!

Who would have thought that someone would bring a gun to assassinate a VIP?

After this incident, it is hard to imagine what kind of revenge and blows he will face.

Soon, the theater manager's fear turned to rejoicing!

According to onlookers, the murderer's target seems to be Mr. Ludon?!

If Mr. Lutdon is really dead, that's the real big thing!

In the chaotic crowd, Ludon easily found Todd's figure and cast a look at the other party.

Todd nodded slightly, signaling that he understood.

After the gunshot, Todd understood the situation and immediately told Hannibal and the psycho to go back, they had never been to the theater tonight!

After all this was done, Todd returned to Mr. Ludon and took up the duties of a bodyguard.

Luton didn't have to wait long, and the Secretary General soon appeared before him.

The Secretary-General panted and said bluntly,

"His Majesty has summoned you to the palace!"

When this happens, don't hide it!

The carriage was already waiting at the entrance of the theater.

When such a thing happened, even the scheming old king couldn't sit still.

They must adapt to the world that the Eternals have left.

I thought there would be a period of calm adaptation.

But, apparently, in a world without Eternals, there are more accidents than imagined.

Tonight's murder shattered the peace.

As for the chain reaction, no one knows.

The Secretary-General is extremely glad that Lu Deng lived first!

The nature of the assassination of the Governor is bad enough!

If the Governor dies, the small United Kingdom will go to another world line.

In the face of the old king's invitation, Ludon readily agreed,

"Okay."

He took Albert downstairs.

When they got into the carriage, Albert was still thinking about the previous question.

Why did Mr. Ludon know there would be an assassination?

And, why did Mr. Lutden say he didn't know?

Mr. Ludon generally does not lie, and there is no need to deceive himself

"I really didn't know there was going to be this assassination."

Lu Deng leaned his head against the carriage, his eyes slightly closed, let out a long breath, and slowly told the truth,

"I just planned another assassination."

(End of chapter)