Chapter 44 Beautiful Scenery

Bathe in the morning light and enjoy the blue sky and white clouds.

This is Los Angeles, a city with plenty of sunshine all year round.

Living in Beverly Hills, everything feels so natural and time seems to slow down.

Early in the morning, David was driving and Kenny was sitting in the passenger seat.

Sitting in the trunk of the Lincoln sedan, Milo watched the car drive out of the villa's gate.

Milo didn't go to the set this morning.

He had to meet someone in San Francisco in the afternoon, so he had to arrive there before noon.

He left the set, the crew, and the storyboard script all to Wally Pfister.

After all, Milo felt that Wally could do just fine even without him.

At worst...

When the time comes, I will give up my director title and just be a producer.

Through the bulletproof glass car window, Milo looked at the scenery on the other side of the winding mountain road.

Hidden among the trees are the various Beverly Hills mansions, both luxurious and mysterious.

Superstars and wealthy people gather in Beverly Hills to show off their wealth and status and expand their popularity.

As a result, more wealth continuously rolls into their wallets, forming a spiral of wealth that spirals upward, lifting the owners here higher and higher, and the radiant light becomes more dazzling.

This is undoubtedly the most famous wealthy area on the West Coast.

“Bang! Bang!”

A few crisp sounds, like the sound of firecrackers, came abruptly through the thick bulletproof glass and bulletproof car doors.

Before Milo could react, David, who was driving in front, suddenly sped up.

Moreover, Kenny, who was sitting in the passenger seat, broke free from his seat belt and threw himself towards him with his bear-like body, covering him completely.

“Fuck…”

Milo's body instinctively tensed up, swearing as he was about to counterattack as he was attacked.

He suddenly remembered the security drills he had done before, so he relaxed his whole body, tried to hide in the seat, and let Kenny cover him with his body.

At the same time, his pupils shrank because he saw a white mark on the glass on the front passenger side.

There was nothing there originally.

In the rearview mirror on the front right side of the car, you can even see a gunman aiming his gun at this side.

The car was speeding, and David in the driver's seat yelled loudly: "Attack! Kenny, is the boss okay?"

Before Kenny could answer, Milo spoke up hastily, "I'm fine, I wasn't shot!"

Kenny then continued to use his body to block Milo, while pulling off the satellite phone on his body and shouting, "David, the boss is safe! Let's go to the shelter first! 35 West Milo Street, Rodeo Drive, that's a secret location of CLA! I'll contact them first!"

"OK! Protect the BOSS!" David shouted and continued driving.

Milo tried to calm his suddenly rapid heartbeat.

He watched Kenny finish his phone call with someone else, then he calmly reached out his hand: "Give it to me."

"The family and the CIA have been notified, but the police have not been called yet."

Kenny said quickly:

"This is what the two gentlemen from Blackburn meant. They told me that if you, Boss, are attacked here, it's best not to call the police or let FBI know right away. They asked us to go to the ClA's territory first!"

Kenny handed the satellite phone to Milo, and at the same time, he stretched out his body in a very awkward position, covering Milo's body from top to bottom.

Milo nodded and quickly punched a local number into the satellite phone.

"Hello?"

"My name is Milo Herbert Blackburn, and I've been shot at the door of my house in Beverly Hills."

"!!"

"Okay, Mr. Blackburn, I'll notify Mr. Wilson right away!"

Half an hour later.

At 35 Milos West on Rodeo Drive, in a windowless but comfortably furnished living room.

Kenny and David stood closely beside Milo, one on each side.

In front of Milo was a middle-aged white man wearing a black suit and with slightly tanned skin.

"...Judging from the bullet marks left on the car, the attacker should have used a pistol. The caliber is no more than .28, most likely a Czech CZ-82. This type of pistol is quite common in Los Angeles, and it is very popular among gang members."

The middle-aged white man in a suit faced Milo, gesticulating with his hands and talking:

"As for the identity of the attacker, my colleagues have already gone up. Someone has also called the police. Since it happened in Beverly Hills, the Los Angeles Police Department and FBI should have arrived at the scene."

"Mr. Blackburn, please rest assured that you are safe here."

Milo nodded, turned around and motioned Kenny beside him to bend down and whisper something in his ear.

Kenny looked heavy-faced and looked at the ClA officer, a little hesitant.

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But in the end he nodded, turned around and walked out with the satellite phone.

Milo spoke to David again: "What's the reaction at home?"

"Mr. Aris has brought people here."

Milo nodded, said nothing more, and just sat on the sofa with an expressionless face.

For a long, long time, not even the movements changed.

If it weren't for his breathing and occasional blinking of his eyes.

ClA officer Jones, you would think he was a wax figure.

As time went by, Jones, who was accompanying Milo, began to feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Milo waved his hand and said, "Mr. Jones, you can go and do your thing first. I'll be here and wait for the results."

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'm fine... I'd better stay here with you," Jones said quickly.

Jones, who has worked at ClA for many years, was somewhat surprised by the reaction of the young man in front of him.

Milo looked too calm. Too calm for his age.

It's not like Jones hasn't seen various nobles come under attack before.

Although he is not from the Secret Service, he is from CIA.

But it is precisely because of the characteristics of ClA that he can see more cases and scenes.

Among those nobles who were attacked, most of them were somewhat panicked from beginning to end.

Even those who appear to be calm are often only calm on the surface.

It's just like Milo, who seems to have no reaction and just sits on the sofa.

It cannot be said that there are none, but most of them are middle-aged people or those well-known bigwigs.

At this age, he can perform like this.

Jones saw it for the first time today.

Suddenly, Jones' phone rang.

The ClA officer breathed a sigh of relief and said to Milo, "Maybe there is a result. It should be a call from my colleague."

Milo nodded, and Jones answered the phone immediately.

A few minutes later.

Jones put down the phone, looked at Milo and said, "We've caught the gunman. He's a devout believer with a history of mental illness. He was armed with a Czech CZ-82 and fired six shots in total. Two of the shots missed, one hit your neighbor's private car, another hit the glass of the convertible truck of your other neighbor's bodyguard team, and two hit your car. Fortunately, your car was equipped with bulletproof glass and bulletproof steel plates, so you escaped unharmed."

After listening to this, Milo nodded expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)