Chapter 311 Luden, the prophet of uncertainty

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

White smoke was rising from the muzzle, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and gunshots seemed to be echoing.

It wasn't until the moment the gun was fired that the young man suddenly woke up, his mind went blank, and three philosophical questions emerged.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Alcohol, drugs, and the stress of life all came together to drive him crazy!

After actually seeing that he had killed a person, the Southern Governor, the young man was not relieved, but felt more confused.

Kill the governor, is everything over?

Will things get better?

Young people don't know.

He had no training, never emptied the magazine, and never pointed the gun at anyone else.

There is no doubt that young people are the most amateur assassins.

But the funny thing is that such an amateur assassin, with such clumsy methods, actually succeeded?

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

The sound insulation effect of the box was very good, and the gunshots did not penetrate. Others just heard a muffled sound and didn't think much about it.

On the contrary, the young man who was kicked out attracted the attention of the attendants in the corridor, and some people came over to check the situation and maintain order.

The door to the private room was ajar, so you couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

The wife stood next to her husband, her face blank, and she had not yet recovered from the shock.

Albert was even more surprised by Luden's prediction.

He walked up to Luden and asked in a low voice,

"How do you know?"

"I have no idea."

Luden was the only calm person present. He quickly glanced around the room, walked to the officer's side, and felt for the officer's pulse with his hand.

Not quite dead yet.

Luden looked at the young widow-to-be and said coldly,

"I have read your information and you are a smart person."

"this"

The young widow-to-be was a little confused and didn't know what Louden meant.

"It would be good for you and me to remain silent until you meet the real big shot."

Luden said quickly,

"Tonight's meeting was requested by you. Your husband is dead. If you don't have a reasonable story, do you think his family will let you go?"

The widow-to-be fell silent, understanding Mr. Ludden's words.

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

However, the other family will definitely be angry with him

"I"

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

Of course, shot in the chest, penetrating wounds, massive bleeding

The probability of survival is slim.

The widow-to-be gritted her teeth, a fierce look flashed across her face, and wanted to negotiate terms with Luden.

Luden said coldly,

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

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

After this happened, he had many cards in his hand, which he could advance or retreat from.

Only the widow's interests were tied to Luden's.

If she tells the true story of what happened before, it will cause an earthquake in the entire United Kingdom!

The quartermaster of Fog City actually pushed out the governor of Nanhen Wumei Island as a shield?

This incident alone can make those people on the Southern Island excited!

What His Majesty the King wants is a strong and complete United Kingdom.

It was impossible for him to punish Luden. Instead, he would point the finger at the poor widow, saying that she was full of nonsense. He might even regard her as a victim and push her out to appease the public anger.

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

Living people are more useful than dead people most of the time.

The widow-to-be bit her lip, with tears in her eyes, and said with a bit of pity,

"I want to seek your protection!"

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

She seemed to see her miserable fate in the future and felt sad about it.

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

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

Luden glanced at the other party,

"Someone will teach you how to do it."

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

After confirming that the other party was dead, Luden shouted at the top of his lungs,

"Where's the doctor! Where's the trained doctor?!"

The widow also knelt down in cooperation, lying on her dead husband's body and wailing,

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Along with the cry for help, the entire theater fell into chaos!

The doctor came quickly and left quickly.

They are doctors, not gods, and there is nothing they can do to a corpse.

The manager of the theater was pale, paler than the recently deceased quartermaster.

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

Who would have thought that someone would bring a gun to assassinate the distinguished guest?

It is unimaginable what kind of revenge and blow he will face after this incident.

Soon, the theater manager’s fear turned into happiness!

According to onlookers, the murderer’s target seems to be Mr. Ludden?!

If Mr. Ludden really dies, that's the real big deal!

In the chaotic crowd, Luden easily found Todd's figure and cast a look at him.

Todd nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

After the gunshot, Todd understood the situation and made a prompt decision to send Hannibal and the mental patient back. They had never been to the theater tonight!

After doing all this, Todd returned to Mr. Ludden and assumed the responsibility of bodyguard.

Luden didn't wait long, the secretary-general soon appeared in front of him.

The Secretary-General was panting and said bluntly,

"His Majesty the King summons you to the palace!"

At this time, stop being secretive!

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

When something like this happened, even the wily old king couldn't sit still.

They must adapt to the world the Eternals have left.

I originally thought that there would be a peaceful period of adaptation.
To be continued...