Chapter 1614 1622 [Ireland’s Confidant]
A few minutes ago.
Next to the theater building.
Ireland's confidant followed the instructions he had just received, drove the car to a place where he could race out at any time, and then waited quietly for his boss to arrive.
However, after waiting much longer than expected, Ireland still did not come.
The confidant couldn't help but wonder: "Did something unexpected happen? Speaking of which, my boss has been having a hard time lately, as if he's been tainted by bad luck..."
As he thought about it, he got out of the car, wondering whether he should go to meet them.
Before he could think it through, his confidant looked up inadvertently and suddenly saw a white shadow appearing near the roof of the theater building - someone was gliding in the air.
"This must be Kidd, dressed in white at night, so conspicuous, he can be shot down with a sniper, there is no need to chase him in a car... It's a pity that there are too many people around, so it's not convenient to do it."
The confidant muttered in boredom. Halfway through his thought, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a figure next to Kidd.
He immediately became puzzled: "What is this thing?"
The confidant found a simple portable telescope, set it up in front of his eyes, and tried hard to look over there.
However, during the few seconds of searching, Kidd and the dark figure had quickly moved away from the building and reached an unlit area.
He could no longer see the dark man clearly.
"Maybe it's Kidd's accomplice." The confidant secretly speculated, "Kid, dressed in eye-catching white, is responsible for attracting attention, while the assistant dressed in low-key black takes the opportunity to complete some difficult moves. So this is the key to Kidd's mysterious method. Hum, nothing special."
After killing some time with the Phantom Thief, the confidant suddenly woke up: Didn't Mr. Ireland want to catch Kidd? Now Kidd has flown away, why hasn't he come yet?
He vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he quickly withdrew his gaze from the air and carefully walked to the theater building.
Then I saw a chaotic flow of people next to the side door, with a group of people standing in a circle, as if watching some excitement in the middle.
“…”
The confidant glanced at his phone which had not received any reply, and intuitively felt that something was wrong.
After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the edge of the crowd, picked an old man who looked easy to talk to, and asked him casually, "Why are there so many people around?"
The bystander turned around and shared: "A man suddenly fainted. He looked very strong, but he was actually so weak... Alas, young people nowadays don't pay enough attention to exercise."
Confidant: "...Looks very strong?"
...Wait, this couldn't be what he thought!
…
For a member of a mysterious organization, "joining in the fun" is a very dangerous act, not to mention squeezing into a crowd that is obviously difficult to escape from.
But the bad guess in his heart forced him to grit his teeth and squeeze into the crowd, all the way to the front row.
When he looked inside, his head buzzed.
The bad premonition came true.
——The victorious and resolute Ireland was now lying on his back, unconscious. Whether it was his slightly furrowed brows or the last motion that was frozen in time, he looked like he was leaving in an uneasy state.
The confidant was stunned.
...How did things suddenly turn out like this?
Although Ireland didn't tell him everything, his confidant could still feel that his boss had been extremely nervous and often injured recently, as if he was fighting against some invisible terrible thing.
As a very capable person in the organization, Ireland has become what he is today in just half a month...
Confidant: "..." Could it be as I guessed? This enemy who made Ireland suffer a series of setbacks and even lost his life without showing his true colors was the "Uzo" known as the natural disaster?
Horrible rumors about Wuzo flashed through his mind. In an instant, his hands and feet turned cold.
He turned and left, intending to report the matter - this kind of thing was beyond his ability to handle, and it would be better if some individual unlucky guy...well, it would be better if someone else who was more reliable took over, so as to properly safeguard the interests of the organization.
But before he could squeeze out of the crowd, quietly disappear in the vast sea of people, and heroically implement the organization's "secrecy" principle, a sirens sounded - the ambulance arrived.
"Huh?" The confidant was stunned for a moment, "Why an ambulance?"
He felt something was wrong, so he stopped and turned back to look carefully.
Just then, the enthusiastic passerby who was squatting next to Ireland stood up and walked away.
Without his protection, the confidant discovered that his boss seemed to be still breathing.
Confidant: “…” Not dead?
The ambulance quickly stopped beside them, and the crowd slowly dispersed to make way for the stretcher.
When the confidant saw Ireland being carried into the car, he finally came to his senses and quickly jumped in: "Hey, I'm his relative!"
The paramedic nodded and asked him a few simple questions. Soon the rear hatch closed and the vehicle drove away.
…
On the way, the confidant looked at the theater building that was quickly moving away and sighed: Although he didn't know what had just happened, what was certain was that the plan of "catching Kidd" had completely failed.
...I hope Mr. Ireland won't take his anger out on him when he wakes up. These cadres have worse tempers than each other. To work under them, you must first have a good attitude.
But after thinking about it carefully, going to the hospital was the only option: although "keeping an eye on Kidd" was important, if I left my unconscious boss in a strange place in order to chase Kidd...it would be fine if Ireland died, but if he didn't, I would definitely be held accountable afterwards.
Confidant: "..." Speaking of which, if Ireland is really dead, I don't have to wait to be scolded when he wakes up...
This thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
The next moment, the confidant was stunned, sat up suddenly, and patted his face vigilantly: ...What are you thinking! In order to avoid a reprimand, he took the risk of killing an important cadre, this is too outrageous!
Could it be that, without realizing it, I have also been influenced by Uzo?
...When did that scary guy make his move?
The confidant gnawed his thumb anxiously, recalling the people he had met during this period, but he had no clue.
But there was one thing he was sure of.
“When my boss wakes up, I must not volunteer any information about Uzo, and I must not let him know that I may have come into contact with Uzo.”
The confidant reminded himself secretly in his heart: "After all, put yourself in his shoes. If I were hostile to Wuzo, and at this moment, I suddenly found that my confidant was contaminated by Wuzo... This kind of subordinate is no longer a subordinate. He is just a knife of Wuzo, and the only fate is to be dealt with as soon as possible."
(End of this chapter)
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