Chapter 48 Surrounding the Corpse and Fighting for Aid.
Chapter 48 Surrounding the Corpse and Fighting for Aid.
Putting breakfast on the table, Frank took off his kitchen skirt and shouted, "Izabella, remember to have
breakfast. I'll leave first."
"I know, I know, hurry up!" Izabella’s impatient voice sounded.
Frank shrugged helplessly and left the room.
As the engine roared away, Izabella ran downstairs, looked around to make sure that Frank had
already left. She took out her phone and sent a message: The enemy was walking away, come quickly.
Not long after, Charlotte arrived in the villa and went straight to the dining room after high-fiving with
Izabella. The soft and fragrant soup pouch with fragrant, the crispy and delicious golden fried dough
sticks, and the mellow and delicious soy milk, she enjoyed a lot.
"I really envy your family with a top chef." Rubbing her bulging belly, Charlotte was full of comfort.
After a few days, Frank’s delicious breakfast had already conquered her stomach. Otherwise, she
would not be able to eat breakfast surreptitiously. But since she had eaten Frank’s breakfast, she was
very eager when it was time for breakfast, and though any other food was not tasty.
Therefore, she didn’t dare to accept Izabella’s request for inviting her to eat lunch and dinner, even if
she was willing to do so many times. She was fear that other things would not want to eat other food, Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
and she would not survive.
Looking at Charlotte who was the comfortable, Izabella's eyes flashed slyly. She pretended to be
inadvertent and said, "Then you should come over to eat every day, my house has a lot of rooms."
Charlotte rolled her eyes. She knew what Izabella was thinking about.
It was just that... she had no feelings for Frank at all. They had to quarrel within three seconds when
they met.
"What's wrong with being my sister-in-law? My brother is promising, young and strong. He is the lover
of all women's dreams."
Izabella mumbled, seemingly wondering why Charlotte always refused.
Charlotte was amused, poked Izabella's puffed cheeks, and smiled, "What do you know, there are so
many good men in the world."
"They are not as good as my brother." Izabella emphasized.
"Yes, yes." Charlotte squinted and smiled.
This perfunctory attitude made Izabella very dissatisfied. She couldn't help but reach out to scratch
Charlotte. Charlotte counterattacked.
The two girls laughed and laughed in the villa, with boundless vitality.
After the fight, Charlotte asked curiously, "Didn't you say that your brother is an otaku? Why did he
leave so early today?"
Izabella replied weakly when he heard this, "He went to the airport to pick up someone."
"Who?" Charlotte asked.
"Cecilia." Izabella muttered, and glanced at Charlotte dissatisfiedly. She continued, "I don’t know what
the hell is with her. The headquarters of Fallen-city Corporate move to Peking. She called my brother
last night and asked my brother to pick her up.”
Charlotte was thinking. Although she knew it was impossible for her to get Frank, but when she heard
the news, she was still upset as if something was snatched away.
"Charlotte, don't you really consider being with my brother? My brother is a real man. He is a good man
at home, and he can do all the work. How strong he is!" Izabella continued to praise Frank.
She couldn't say why she didn’t like Cecilia. Although she knew that Cecilia was also a victim in all
things, but she just didn’t have a good impression of Cecilia.
Maybe Bruce impressed her too deeply that day, she refused to associate with the Chu family
instinctively. If Frank really lived with Cecilia, she had to face Bruce again.
Frank, who was heading to the airport, didn’t know that Izabella was trying to sell him toCharlotte.
Actually, he had already forgotten Charlotte.
As the capital of H Country, the airport was big. There were also many pedestrians around.
After finally finding a parking space, Frank got out of the car and looked around with lingering fear.
He really didn't know what crowded people were before he came back to H Country. The waiting hall of
about several thousand square meters was full of people, and the area waiting for the pick-up was
even more crowded.
Frank frowned, regretting why he agreed to Cecelia to pick her.
In fact, he didn't want to come here at all. However, Cecilia, who was indifferent before, actually made
seven or eight phone calls in a row.
In addition to the share issue, he had to discuss with Cecilia in details, so Frank agreed to pick her up.
As the time for the plane to land was approaching, more and more people around Frank. Various
sounds came into his ears, and suddenly, Frank frowned. He heard a familiar sound.
Boom!
There was a sudden roar of gunfire, and Frank saw the two men falling on the smooth floor holding
their stomachs, and the smell of blood permeated instantly.
"What!"
"Terrorists!"
"Get down, get down!"
"Hurry up!"
The originally orderly airport instantly became a mess, screaming everywhere, and the flustered crowd
ran towards the exit. In the crowd, Frank couldn't keep standing at all, and was pushed towards the
door by the crowd.
"Don't panic, bow your heads, and go one by one!"
"Look for a cover, don't show your head!"
"Get down, get down!"
The airport security forces did not respond slowly. A dozen people in uniform began to disperse the
crowd immediately. The gunfire did not sound again, and the agitation in the crowd subsided a lot.
Frank got away from the crowd like a fish, found a safer corner and stopped, then looked towards the
northwest corner of the hall.
Gunshots sounded from there.
Then Frank frowned.
The two people who were hit in the center of the hall were still screaming. A pile of blood had already
gathered under them, and no one beside them.
"Hurry up!" The seven or eight nurses in white coats went upstream. Before Frank had time to speak,
they ran to the wounded.
"Hurry up..."
Before a nurse finished her words, and the gunfire sounded again. Accompanied by the gunshots, all
seven white coats were knocked down, and the smell of blood in the hall was thicker.
As the gunfire sounded again, the crowd rioted again. Fortunately, a lot of time had been bought
before, and no large-scale stampede occurred.
"Fuck!"
Frank looked gloomy, and he cursed.
What’s the fuck? It was actually surrounding the corpse and fighting for aid.
This kind of tactics was very common on the battlefield. But it actually used frantically on civilians,
and... where the gunshots sounded, Frank only saw the gun, not anyone.
Fuck!
He cursed again. He glanced around quickly. There was no one behind the gun, so it was a remote-
control command. However, there were many kinds of remote-control commands. There were many
cameras where the hostages were shot. The person behind the scenes was likely to adjust the muzzle
through monitoring. It was also possible that he was around