Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1225

In just a split second, four or five bullets hit Mario's chest at the same time.

The few employees who followed next to them were also more or less hurt.

At the same time, a group of soldiers in uniform jumped out violently from all sides and fired back.

Under fire, Quinn and Lucas were soon hit. Shot and fell in a pool of blood.

Before I could react, the long, piercing sound of the horn rushed towards me from near to far.

The moment you turn your head, the black car is almost in sight.

However, in the next second, a man suddenly jumped out behind me and threw me forward.

A spinning of the sky, in the opening of the eyes, reflected in the face of Dennis.

Each other's breathing is a little heavy, and then look, the car has gone long.

All that remains is the hustle and bustle over at the clubhouse.

The gun battle just now caused quite a stir, seeing the military stepping in to control the scene, the masses who were not afraid of death swarmed around the entrance to the clubhouse to form a small encirclement.

Dennis picked me up and escorted me all the way through the crowd into the room.

The injured officers were all brought into the clubhouse lobby, and when we entered, Mario was out of breath.

Clarie hugged him without saying a word, but the eyes were covered with red blood, tears permeating the eyelashes, hitting the ground, so that people could not help but also along with the sad.

In fact, for Clarie, without having witnessed the damage Mario did to Diana, the man in his arms was just the father who gave him life.

Hate, is thin, but blood kinship, but engraved in the bones.

Now this person died for him, but she was too late to call her father, the regret in her heart, perhaps this life can not be solved.

I wanted to go up and comfort them, but Dennis pulled me back, "Leave them alone for a little while longer."

There will be no more opportunities later.

The second half of the sentence is my own perception, but I think that's what Dennis meant as well.

We just stayed by Clarie's side wordlessly until the ambulance arrived and took Mario's body away.

I watched Clarie leave with the car, and was about to go back to the clubhouse to make good, when I glanced at the rest, but I saw Benjamin's figure in the crowd.

He stood behind the crowd, lagging a long way behind, like a lone ghost, standing there alone, with a cold air, the whole face drooping, living is a "do not approach" human-shaped sign.

Even from that distance, I clearly perceived that he was looking at me.

Perhaps not only now, Dennis flying to save me that scene, but also all fell in his eyes.

But he just stood there, so far away, to make it clear to me that he knew everything, but did not put it on the table to poke.

This feeling is like, a man knows his wife cheating, but is not willing to break the balance of the relationship between the two couples, both sides know each other on the cheating is well known, but there is a tacit agreement to choose to ignore.

And he did.

When I returned home again with uneasiness, Benjamin Ann sat on the couch, neither asking me nor looking for words, calmly as if nothing had happened.