Chapter 729 This is a Reward

Sunny weather always brings people a good mood, as if the air is full of sweetness and hope.

The girl was wearing a gray windbreaker and a wide-brimmed sun hat, and was riding her bicycle slowly on the road in the small town of Darwaz.

She seemed to be enjoying today's weather, taking deep breaths in the breeze from time to time and showing a charming and comfortable smile.

There was a red taxi parked at the corner ahead. The driver had the hood open and was bending over to repair something.

Suddenly a car sped past the girl and honked its horn rudely.

The girl was startled by the sudden change, her head tilted and bumped into the taxi, then she fell down with a scream.

The driver, who was still busy in the front, quickly leaned over and said with a concerned look: "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"My foot!" The girl covered her ankle with a look of pain on her face.

"Damn it." The driver frowned, looked at the car that drove away, and walked forward while cursing: "These guys should be sent to the battlefield. I hope they will have the same attitude towards the enemy..."

Before he could finish his words, the driver suddenly froze.

The girl was holding a gun, a pistol with a silencer.

(The picture above shows a silencer from World War I, which was patented in the United States in 1909)

(The picture above shows Percy Maxim, who invented the silencer, and is the son of Stevens Maxim, who invented the Maxim machine gun)

The pain of the fall no longer appeared on the girl's face; instead, there was indifference and calmness, with murderous intent hidden in her eyes.

"Get in the car." The girl stood up and whispered, "You'd better do as I say."

The driver realized that she had encountered an expert. When she stood up, the muzzle of the gun did not shake, but was accurately pointed at her heart, and her finger had already applied pressure to the trigger.

This discouraged the driver from grabbing the gun, because any slight movement would cause the gun to fire instantly.

The driver could only follow the girl's instructions, close the hood of the car and sit in the driving seat.

The girl was standing behind the driver, using her windbreaker to cover her gun and pointing it at his lower back, with a smile on her face as she talked to him, like a couple resting in the car.

After a while, a black Ford car passed by, and the driver of the Ford was Charles' father Djoka.

After the Ford car drove away, the girl gave a cold order: "Now, right front, sir!"

The driver's heart sank, realizing that he was in great danger. Two kilometers to the right, there was a forest.

He may even have to choose his own burial place.

…

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Charles returned to the small town of Darvoise after finishing his business in Paris.

Charles had to disguise himself. He temporarily put away his military cap and put on a peaked cap commonly worn by workers, and then wrapped his military uniform with a cloak.

Because at this time, news came from the front line that General Foch's troops had arrived in Bizangsi and successfully joined forces with the 1st Mechanized Division.

Paris was once again in an uproar, with people telling each other:

"We have recaptured Bizanci, which is only 60 kilometers away from Mézières."

"So there's still half the distance left?"

"Although there is still half of it, the encirclement will probably be closed tonight because of Ciel's mechanized division."

"Oh, yes, victory is at hand!"

…

There were also people holding newspapers and shouting Charles' name rhythmically on the street, over and over again.

If they knew that Charles was around, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to go anywhere.

The same thing happened in Darvaz. The neighbors realized the significance of Charles' battle only then. They gathered in front of Deyoka's hut with newspapers and asked:

"I heard that Charles could recapture all the areas west of the Meuse River in this battle. Is that true?"

"Including Verdun? My sister lives there, and I'm not sure if she's still alive."

"With only a few days left, can Ciel really retake such an area?"

…

Camille didn't know what was going on and responded at a loss.

When Charles' car slowly stopped at the door, the neighbors were stunned for a moment, and then they gathered around screaming:

"God, it's Ciel back!"

"I thought he was still on the battlefield."

"Welcome, General! Does your presence here mean that we have won?"

…

Charles smiled, nodded and shook hands with his neighbors, and finally squeezed in among the crowd.

Camille excitedly went forward to hug Charles, then stepped aside with a gleam in his eyes: "Look, who's here?"

Charles was stunned. The person who appeared in front of him was Lucia, wearing a gray windbreaker, holding a sun hat in her hand, and a faint smile on her face.

"Why are you here?" Charles asked.

"I'm just passing by." Lucia shrugged and asked, "Are you not welcome?"

"I ran into Lucia outside of town," Camille continued. "I was coming back from the factory and she was about to leave."

Then Camille left Charles behind and walked into the house holding Lucia's hand affectionately: "It's unbelievable, you're here but you don't plan to come and see me? Or is it because Charles isn't here?"

Lucia looked slightly embarrassed: "I'm not prepared, Mrs. Bernard. I'm so sorry!"

The moment he walked into the door, Charles frowned.

Smell of blood?

And it’s human blood!

He was familiar with the smell after coming back from the battlefield.

He glanced inside the room, then turned his gaze to Lucia, looking her up and down.

Lucia seemed to realize something and unconsciously tightened her windbreaker.

…

After eating some fruit, Charles took Lucia to the upstairs room.

Lucia held a cup of coffee in her hand and looked around with interest: "Is this your room? It's hard to imagine, it doesn't look like a general's residence."

Charles stood in front of the window, chewing the apple in his hand: "You don't look like a killer."

"What? Killer?" Lucia laughed. "Are you talking about me?"

"It's useless." Charles didn't even turn his head: "Coffee may cover up the smell of blood, but it can't cover the blood stains on your collar."

Lucia looked down and immediately realized that she had been fooled.

"Smart guy," she said.

There was no blood stain on the collar at all, she took off her windbreaker before doing it.

Only then did Charles turn around and stare at Lucia: "So, my guess was right? You are a killer?"

Lucia nodded helplessly: "It's not what you thought, is it?"

"What did you do?" Charles asked again.

"Nothing." Lucia picked up the Christmas crystal ornaments on the table and looked at them, her tone relaxed:

"Do you think those guards can guarantee the safety of your family?"

"Especially Mr. Deyoka, he has become the most important person in Bernard's group besides you."

"The capitalists believe that if something happens to Mr. Djokovic, you will lose your composure."

"At least it will prevent you from taking care of the business behind the scenes."

As she spoke, Lucia turned around and faced Charles, waving the ornament in her hand: "You're welcome, General. This is a reward!"

(End of this chapter)