Vol 3 Chapter 2460: What kind of man

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Roger gritted his teeth and said, thinking about the death of his father ten days ago, and thinking about the lifeless body he just saw, he couldn't help but landed on the fist with hate. On Suegel's body. +++ Mobile reading visit m.EbookFREE.me
"Enough, Roger. Hitting him again is dead." Anola watched, seeing that his emotions were almost exhausted, and rushed to stop: "There are media reporters over there, you can't kill him It is now! "
Roger paused slightly, slowly lowering his hand, looking at Suegel's red, purple, and swollen face, and asked indifferently, "Are you going to give up or die?"
"I admit defeat, admit defeat!" Qingshan was worried about the lack of firewood, Suegel knew the current affairs, and immediately begged for mercy: "As long as you don't kill me, I will immediately return the throne to you."
Roger raised his lip corner, grabbed his neck and stood up, yelling loudly: "Sugall is defeated. Those who immediately drop their weapons can be forgiven. If they resist, they will not be killed!"
"Stop it, stop it!" Suegel followed.
The killing ceased, only the blood river flowing on the ground, highlighting the cruelty of this war. However, after all, the dust has settled.
After imprisoning Sugall, Ryan immediately led people to clear the battlefield, while Gleit was responsible for comforting the frightened reporters and the people, while filtering through the camera for messages that could be properly sent out, which was not conducive to erecting Roger All positive images are deleted.
Roger and Anola immediately went out of the palace and rushed to the old king to be buried.
Because the old king was always low-key, happy and quiet, he didn't like to be lively. Although he succeeded in taking the throne, Roger did not re-run the funeral, but instead let the father king enter the ground for peace.
Returning to the city of Kings, it was possible to regenerate accidents, and Roger Horse kept holding aristocratic meetings to pull the people who were subservient to Sugele off the horse.
Annola had nothing to do, and of course he would ask Sugall in the dungeon to ask about Gilgood.
There was not enough light in the dungeon, and there was a faint blood smell floating around. Anora frowned, and walked to the end of the cell under the guidance of the bodyguard.
Across the iron railings, one can see a man lying on the bed with his back to the door, motionless, and seeing that his body is Sugall.
"Sugall," Anola raised his hand and tapped on the bar, trying to get his attention: "I have a few questions for you."
Suegel ignored her, but clearly heard her voice, because his body shuddered slightly.
Anora frowned, and asked directly: "Seven years ago, Irene Frank sent someone to overthrow the Gilgood family. Did you help her?"
Suegel's body shook even more.
Anola stared at Suegel's back, her doubts growing. Even if he had been defeated, how could he be so scared because she was such a terrible person?
"No, you open the door to see him." Annola stepped back and ordered the bodyguard.
The bodyguard stepped forward, took out the key to open the cell door, was about to lean in, and a sharp anger came from the corner.
"Anora, you slut, die!"
I saw a unkempt, blood-stained woman shouting and rushing out. The weapon in her hand was directed at Anola, and she would immediately pull the trigger.
The bodyguard didn't have time to respond. Annoura was stubborn and short, holding her hands to the ground, bouncing her body up, twisting the arms of the woman with her hands raised, and was about to shoot the gun down, but she heard a bang With a loud noise, the gun in the woman's hand went out.
A bullet penetrated the woman's skull, and red blood burst out, and she fell to the ground, revealing a twisted face.
It's Irene!
Why is Irene here? Also stupidly died in his own hands!
Anola's heart murmured, and she rushed into the cell quickly, turning over the man who was shaking like a sieve on the bed ... Where is he Sugall, clearly a middle-aged man with a horrified face!
Seeing things revealed, the middle-aged man is "stunned"
Kneeling on the ground at once, desperately begging for mercy to Anola: "Don't kill me, I was forced, forgive me!"
"Who are you? What about Suegel?"
Seeing the dimness of Anola's eyes almost condensed into substance, the expression was even more frightening. Middle-aged men dared to lie and immediately trembled and said, "I am his stand-in. He kept me here to pretend to be him and escaped by himself. . "
Okay! Suegel not only has a stand-in, but also has the ability to escape! Right now, this scene is completely reversed!
"Do you know where he fled?" Annola asked again.
The middle-aged man shook his head desperately: "I'm just a trivial stand-in, I don't know anything, please let me go!"
Yeah, how could a piece of chess for death know more? But the truth that was close at hand disappeared once more, and Anola's mood slumped to the bottom of the valley. She relentlessly ordered: "Kill him, and then throw it into the sea with the Miss Franke to feed the sharks!" "
"No! I don't want to die!"
The middle-aged man mourned desperately, but Anolali ignored it, turned around and left, and the scream of sorrow ended in the sound of gunfire.
It was very late at this time, the wind howling, mixed with rain silk, came down.
Anola looked up at the dark sky, stood blankly for a while, and suddenly missed her parents!
Should they blame her in the sky? Obviously the killers have been caught, but let them escape again and again, go around, just can not find out the truth!
She's pretty useless! Too useless!
"Nora! What are you doing?" With a voice of concern, a warm piece of clothing was put on her shoulders, and her familiar arms swarmed her, and the raindrops on her face were gone.
Holding her umbrella, Roger saw her face covered with water marks, and immediately distressed. The voice, which was still very angry, immediately dropped eight degrees: "How did you cry? Who bullied you?"
"I wasn't bothering you just when you were busy," Anola grabbed his hand tightly, and choked a little. "Suegel is gone!"
"Run away?" Roger disbelieved first, then sank his face: "Are you sending someone to chase?"
Anora nodded.
No matter how upset she was, she didn't miss what she should do. When she came out of the dungeon, she had already told Ryan that Sugall had escaped.
Ryan immediately arranged for a man to search along the road, but for the time being no news came back.
"Don't worry," Roger lowered his head, and gently held her wet hair with her chin. "As long as he is alive, we can find him sooner or later. Now you go back and take a bath, then take a good Have a rest, okay? "
"How about you?" The body temperature passed from him comforted Anola's heart to a great extent. She calmed down, worried as she felt ashamed of being too dependent on him, and said, "Is the meeting over?"
"It's finished, I'll rest with you." Roger walked forward while holding her umbrella, holding her hand, walking through the corridors, to a milky palace: "Here I was before I was a teenager Residence, someone has been taking care of it all these years, let's rest here tonight! "
"Okay." The palace was equipped with clean clothes, exactly the size of Anola. She took it into the bathroom to wash it, and when she came out with a vapor, she saw Roger sitting in front of the sofa with a bowl on the coffee table in front of her. Hot soup.
"Why don't you blow your hair?" Roger sighed and handed the thick soup over first. "You got the rain. This soup drove the cold out, drink it while it's hot!"
"It's okay, I'm in good health, and I won't get sick." Thinking that I had brushed my teeth, Anola was too lazy to brush it again, and said to him, "You've got the wind outside, you drink!"
Roger couldn't hold her back, let her sit down on the sofa on the other side, took the towel in her hand, and wiped it carefully. After wiping off the water that had floated on the surface, she took the hair dryer again, and her fingers moved slightly awkwardly through her hair.
His movements were very gentle, and Anola was used very well. His head was outside his hands, and he fell asleep before he knew it.
Roger glanced, funny and distressed, and when her hair was completely dry, she bent down, ready to hug her to bed to sleep.
However, as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt dizzy and almost didn't stand still. Fortunately, the dizziness passed quickly, and he stood upright quickly.
Anola seemed to feel it, but before waking up, her tender face froze on his arm, found a suitable angle, and slept again.
Roger looked at his slightly trembling fingers, his heart aching.
It turned out that his body was so useless!
In fact, before the noble meeting, Roger had met Shaoji, but she had no choice after detoxification, and suggested that he go to the hospital for a systemic examination to see which internal organs were damaged, and then determine the future treatment plan with the director.
And these things are no longer her specialty.
Shaking his head, Roger carefully hugged Anola, placed it gently on the bed, washed it himself, then drilled into the bed, and hugged her in his arms.
How long can I hold her like this? In case he really died soon, could he encircle her selfishly?
He can't!
The heartache was tingling, and Roger was almost awake all night.
However, Anola slept well all night, and she also saw her parents in her dream. After waking up, she proposed to Roger to worship at her parents' grave.
If it was usual, Roger would definitely be reluctant to let her go, or at least have to accompany her, but thinking of Shao Ji, he stayed on the grounds of busyness, and sent three other elite teams to protect her.
Despite his ill health, Roger disguised himself well, and Anola was not in doubt. After all, the dust had just settled, and it was normal for him as an heir to get away, so after telling him not to be too tired, he left on his own.
Watching Anola leave, Roger ordered Gleet to be brought in, but he changed his clothes and waited for him.
As soon as Glitter appeared, he said in amazement, "Oh, brother, I heard that Miss Anola was out. You didn't go with you. Did you suddenly become sexual, or did you empathize?"
After speaking, he found that Roger was in an unusual costume, and he was wearing a black mask to cover his face. With only one pair of eyes exposed, he was even more concealed. "You are What dress? "
"Glit, take me to the hospital for a check!" Roger stood up.
Glitter's face changed: "What do you mean? Where was it hurt?" Don't blame Glitter for being surprised, when they met yesterday, Roger was clearly fine!
Roger doesn't want to say more: "Check it first, I'll tell you later."
Glitter was very knowledgeable, so he no longer asked. Seeing him also knew that he didn't want other people to discover the illness, so he quietly took him to his private hospital and called the executive director directly. Check inside and out.
There were some test results that could not have come out the same day, but there was the boss of Grit, who was rushing all the way, but all the checklists were placed in front of the dean for half a day.
The dean casually looked at a few of them, his face became cold, and his expression was horrified. After all the pages were read, there was only sigh. "What did the patient eat?"
"Sell the lesson, say it quickly," seeing him like this, knowing that the result was bad, Grit's heart sank, and then impatiently urged: "What the is wrong?"
"From the esophagus, to the stomach, liver, spleen and other organs, there have been various degrees of damage," said the dean, sitting next to him with a gloomy face, a silent face, and said carefully, "in accordance with common sense , Add up the damage ... "
The Dean said, and hesitated again.
Glitt was so impatient that he was really impatient, and slammed his palm on the desk: "If you have something to say, who is it?"