Listening to Albert's speech is indeed a pleasure to the eyes and comfortable to the ears.
Even if we hold the election ten or a hundred times, the result will still be the same.
Albert's appearance is much better than that of Kennedy, who was assassinated.
If he really waits to become president one day, not to mention other things, first of all, he will be the most handsome in history.
Cheng Qianxun's eyes were attracted by what was happening above his head.
Like last time, the podium was not placed in the middle, but to the side to reduce the shooting range.
The position where Albert was standing was facing the railing upstairs.
In this way, people upstairs could also look down and see him, increasing his publicity.
The people standing on it filled the entire circle around the railing.
Of course, this section was relatively less crowded.
People wanted to see the front, not the top of their heads.
There was a person walking along the path of the prototype from one side, and she could tell at a glance that something was wrong.
This person looked very ordinary, neither tall nor short, and he did not stand out in the crowd.
But I always felt that the other person's eyes were different, and there was an indescribable evil in his eyes.
As he walked, he stared at Albert who was giving a speech downstairs.
The kind of gaze he would only have when he was about to kill someone.
He walked step by step towards the direction closest to Albert's head.
Looking up, there was a huge decoration hanging above Albert's head.
It was a huge golden four-pointed star.
The bottom was sharp.
Even if it was blunt, if it hit it, it would not only kill it but also seriously injure it.
"No" She felt something was wrong more and more, as if she had seen the decoration falling down and inserting straight into Albert's body.
"What's wrong?"
Sneijder noticed something was wrong with her mood and followed her gaze.
Never mind whether it was a misjudgment.
At worst, she thought it was a lunatic.
She left Sneijder's arms and ran towards Albert.
He yelled anxiously: "Go away quickly, quickly" The man pushed away the man standing in front. . .
"Get out of the way," she yelled, pushing away the people in front of her and rushing towards Albert.
"Boom, boom" gunshots rang out, and there were screams all around, some running away, some squatting down on the spot.
But the man didn't run away or squat down, but took something out of his pocket.
I heard Sneijder yelling: "Kill him quickly."
Sneijder must have taken out his gun and shot into the air, so this guy was exposed.
Other teammates and bodyguards who had guns all pulled out their guns.
Shooting at the guy, the bullet hit the railing and sparks flew everywhere.
It also made the opponent slow down, but he still stretched his arm and pushed the decoration hard.
The push causes the decoration to swing forward.
Wait until it comes back due to inertia.
He waved, and the strong steel rope broke instantly, and the large decoration hanging in the air suddenly fell down. . .
And Albert was standing on the stage, not knowing what was happening yet, so he raised his head and looked. . .
At the same time, Cheng Qianxun had sprinted to the front of the stage and pounced on him desperately.
Holding Albert on the stage.
He fell to the ground with a loud "thud".
The four-pointed star fell on the podium.
She gasped and held Albert tightly.
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"Oh!"
Albert frowned: "Can you get up?"
"I'm sorry, are you okay?"
She quickly got up.
"It's okay.
Thank you for saving me, but you almost broke my spine."
Albert held his waist and sat up carefully.
You have to move quickly and don't stay in this position for too long, otherwise the reporters will take pictures again.
When the reporter ran over with the camera, she stood up and ducked to the side corner.
Try not to be seen, and carefully stick your head out to check the situation.
The force of the decoration being smashed down was really strong, even though it was hollow, it was made of metal after all.
The wooden table and microphone were smashed to pieces, and the circular countertop made of cement and marble was smashed to pieces: the stones were broken into pieces in the hit area, and cement blocks came out.
She slipped all the way upstairs.
Five or six bodyguards had already gone up.
Everyone else was watching.
When the bodyguards saw that it was her, they did not stop her and allowed her to get closer.
The man had been beaten to death, shot in the head and lying in a pool of blood.
Rudolf was there, inspecting the situation with the head bodyguard.
"How about it?"
She tried not to stand too close.
She also needed to leave some space for the police.
Too many footprints would affect the evidence at the scene.
Rudolf didn't touch what was in the other person's hand.
He just rummaged through the pockets on the body.
After rummaging through it, he stood up and said, "Wearing a body armor, nothing.
Leave it to the police."
She looked at the other person's hand.
It was a very small wire cutting tool.
It was obviously specially processed or special.
It could cut off a metal decoration that could hold more than 20 kilograms in one stroke.
It also proved that everything was planned in advance.
"Mr.
Albert, please tell me what you think about the two murders in two days...
Regarding the death of Mr.
Cruz, was it also a murder..."
The reporters surrounded Albert tightly. .
Some reporters were running upstairs, but bodyguards stopped them at the elevator entrance.
"Although I don't know who wants to kill me, I will never bow to such evil forces that profit from murder.
I have always held a regretful attitude towards the death of Mr.
Cruz, but until the police investigate clearly, I will not give in."
Don't dare to jump to conclusions."
Albert replied calmly, because he had just come back from the hell gate, and even if he is a powerful person, his face is still a little pale.
If a sharp metal decoration had been inserted into the body for just one second at night, the consequences would have been disastrous.
A tragic death, a very ugly death.
Albert also had to answer a few questions to show he wasn't afraid.
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When she left with her teammates, the siren of the police car was already approaching from far away.
Under the protection of Barron and bodyguards, Albert also went to the mall manager's office to cooperate with the police investigation.
After walking out of the side door, a bodyguard ran over: "Everyone, go back to the hotel first.
Mr.
Albert and Barron will come over later."
He pointed to a seven-seater business car behind.
After getting in the car, no one spoke.
Some things didn't need to be said in a hurry.
After returning to the hotel, afternoon tea was arranged for them.
Holding coffee and without anyone else, Rudolf talked about the corpse he inspected: "He is about five feet nine inches tall.
Any higher and you can be a thug, not a killer.
The gun calluses on your fingers are very light, and they can only be used as thugs."
He's just another ordinary bodyguard."
"Where's the boxing and kicking skills?"
Regel asked curiously.
"Not very good."
Rudolf raised his fist and explained: "People who practice boxing often will have rough skin on their fingers.
Even if they practice boxing and wear protective gloves, the tendons on the back of the hand will be much thicker than ordinary people.
In order to Let more blood pass through.
If you don’t believe it, you can look at the hands of people who specialize in boxing.”
"Really?"
She took Sneijder's hand.
"Oh, my body has changed a long time ago, but it makes sense, my hands were like this before."
Sneijder also showed her that the veins on the back of his hands were not obvious.
From the moment he became an undead, his body was somewhat different from when he was alive.
First of all, his skin was much more delicate.
Although he was not as delicate and pale as a vampire, he did not need calluses or thickened blood vessels to adapt to the needs of exercise.
Rudolph continued his analysis: "He was wearing a bulletproof vest under his shirt.
Fortunately, Gordon, a marksman, shot his head through, otherwise he could escape.
A box truck was waiting outside.
He was ready to jump out of the window after he succeeded.
Jump on the roof of the car, jump to the ground, run away or drive away.
Even if the car has a license plate, it should be.
It's stolen, but you can find some clues about where it was stolen.
There are too many detective films in this world, which encourage many people without talent to become villains.
If you are not wrong, this guy doesn't know where to get any benefits. , A dabbler who is willing to take risks is better than a gangster, but far worse than a professional.”
"Then who is the mastermind?"
she asked.
"I don't know, it's possible for anyone.
But one thing is for sure.
The people behind the scenes are not very good, otherwise they wouldn't send such an inferior guy."
Rudolf picked up the coffee and took a sip of it elegantly.
Sometimes he looks funny, just like an old widower with mysophobia, no matter how elegant he is, there is a small amount of vulgarity and restraint.
Sneijder laughed: "It's not that your opponent is not good, it's that you are too strong.
Take turns to kill, there are few in this world who can match you."
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Rudolf raised his head, as if thinking, and then said calmly: "That's right."
He was very low-key and proud, making everyone feel funny again.
At this time the door opened and Albert strode in.
Sneijder said with a bit of sarcasm: "Those who can't even enter the gates of hell, our door is quite easy to enter."
Albert smiled slightly and bent down to take a piece of butter cookie: "I guess you guys didn't have any rest, so I came in."
He stuffed the cookie into his mouth.
"Well, it tastes good."
He chewed: "Can anyone make me a cup of coffee?"
"I'll do it."
Sneijder grabbed the coffee pot first and prevented her from touching it.
"Not only is there coffee, but there are also chairs."
Gordon gave up his seat and went to the room to get another chair.
"Thank you" Albert sat down and took the coffee: "Any clues?"
"We have never been out, are we working behind closed doors?"
she asked, "do you have any clues?"
Albert took a long sip and exhaled: "I don't know.
When the police find out, I will probably die in the third assassination.
I have sent Barron to check the person and car, so I should be able to find out sooner."
Who is it?”
"You are still using Barron?"
Rudolph sneered: "Don't you doubt it?"
After all, Barron was the most suspicious.
Although he could not inherit Albert's inheritance, after Albert did not get any more money, killing Albert would only make more profits.
Albert breathed out: "Only let him do it, otherwise he will know that I am doubting him."
Then he raised his coffee and smiled slightly before drinking it: "So I took pictures of other people and followed him."
Suddenly everyone laughed secretly, this is a good idea.
If Barron is not allowed to investigate, it means he is obviously suspicious; if he is asked to investigate and then sends people to follow, then if he is the instigator behind the scenes, the truth will definitely be exposed.
Really clever: