Trafford’s Trading Club

In the waiting room, Ornie said he walked away and was going to the bathroom.

After that, Lluvia asked Rochu if she wanted something to drink, and she could grab some from the waiter in the lounge. Lochu shook his head and Lluvia passed by herself.

Because it's a foreign flight, there aren't many people in the lounge… or just the three of them.

All that was left was' Lochu ’, who picked up a magazine next to him and looked.

But at this point, Lochu's body suddenly turned into a smoke that disappeared, and the magazine he was holding fell to the ground all of a sudden —— but before it fell, it was steadily followed, so it didn't impress anyone.

Boss Luo took a look at the magazine, turning it into an introduction to wildlife.

“Did something happen?” Lluvia came back with two glasses of fresh water and saw Rochu go from sitting to standing, curious to ask.

Boss Luo smiled slightly: “Nothing, I just wanted to get up and move for a bit longer. ”

Lluvia nodded and put the cup down, "It's almost time, Mr. Song should be back soon. ”

Boss Luo nodded his head, as he wiped his hands on his clothes and walked over, looking up at the TV on the wall and saying to himself: "A memorial service? ”

Boss Lo and Lluvia also looked at the television, which turned out to be local news, and covered a memorial service that was being held in front of the Rio City Theatre.

“Well... it looks like there's been some disturbance.” Lluvia glanced softly.

According to the interviewer's report on television, it appeared that someone had broken into the memorial service to make a mess, and that the police officer in charge of maintaining order on the scene was expelling the mess.

“Probably a boring guy who wants to be an internet redman, huh?” Ornie shrugged her shoulders and looked at the man with a golden carnival mask shaking his head as he was arguing with several policemen.

“What are we talking about? ”

All of a sudden, the lounge door was situated with a laughing voice. Lluvia's eyes suddenly softened, "Nothing, just watching the news. ”

Song Hao suddenly nodded at the door and didn't walk in. He looked at the time and said: "Let's go, we're almost boarding... Rochu, do you miss me? ”

Boss Luo shook his head, his eyes swept over on the TV, suddenly smiled, then walked towards Song Hao Run, coldly said: “Perhaps I will miss your story. Any new stories? ”

Song Haoran smiled, “Not new, but can I tell you a story about my pursuit with a bunch of pirates in the Caribbean when I was 18? ”

Lochu was not surprised by what Song Haoran called the Caribbean Sea.

Because Song Hao Lan's mother is a Spaniard.

“I hope it's a wonderful story. ”

“Your journey won't be boring.” Song Haoran patted Lo Qiu's shoulder and took him straight to the boarding gate.

He just turned around and made an OK gesture with his hands behind his back, toward Ornie and Lluvia.

Ornie and Lluvia looked at each other and Ornie blew a whistle, "Looks like the new people passed the exam. Oops, you can see beautiful sweet spots in the village in the future, I think my rear palace can expand again! ”

Lluvia rolled her eyes and threw up: “You are a human self-propelled gun. ”

“Bang, bang, bang, bang. Gatlin, are you scared?” Ornie forked his leg and quickly made a few hip-up moves.

Lluvia shook her head, really lazy to ignore Ornie and went straight out. Before leaving, Lluvia swept the TV again, the news was still on, the memorial service riot, it's not over yet?

……

Turn the camera around.

“Yes! He is garbage... let go of me! Let go of me!! ”

Though I feel like I may have gotten my script wrong from the start, Bucky feels like he can only go on doing his best.

At first, the script should look like this:

Reverend: What did you say? How dare you say that again? How dare you defy our faith! You heathen!

Bucky: Me, Bucky, God!

Reverend: Crazy! You're blasphemous! You should be burned on a column of fire!

Bucky: You don't know anything about power! Let you mortals see the true power!

Reverend: Ah! This is a... miracle, miracle!! A miracle!

BACKY: Ahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

But here's the reality script:

“Let me go... let me go! Where are you dragging me? I have freedom of speech! This is a public place! Even if you're cops, you have no right to drive me away! Let go...”

Despite the fact that both his left and right hands were held by a police officer and then dragged away, he made an angry outcry.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let's continue.” The priest reopened the scriptures in his hands.

He doesn't have a lot of opinions about this sudden intruder, and it's not a two-time thing for anti-religious people to make a scene anyway. In fact, all over the world, this happens all the time.

He just felt that the rioters were a little irrational, and obviously there were a lot of police officers around the site of the memorial service to maintain order and rush to make trouble.

As the priest said, the police dragged the rioters away and the scene quieted down again.

However, this, and some of the previous discussion topics, made the memorial seem completely unintended, as if it had changed its taste, and someone quietly spread out from behind and drove away.

Since almost everyone who came to the concert that evening was top notch, the memorial service was blocked by a luxury car a long time ago.

Otherwise, so many police officers would not have been deployed to maintain order - indeed, the road would have been temporarily sealed off. That early departure car horn, initially only three, three, two, two, and then it's been ringing.

The memorial service seemed to be dying, and the priest was already accelerating his speech, his eyes staring at the scriptures on his hands, and his head was not going to be lifted.

Opposite the rooftop, after the last bite of Pastel's maid, burned the greasy paper bag straight to the dry cop and fell off the balcony railing.

“Did you overestimate him a bit...”

The maid frowned and then shook her head gently. Her eyes turned and it was easy to find where Bucky was at the moment.

The police officers have taken control of him, intending to interrogate his whereabouts at this time, while going to unmask his carnival, Unight frowned, and Baki, a wanted man, would be in more trouble if he were taken here by these officers.

But just as Unight was planning to do it, there seemed to be some minor disturbances down the blocked long street, somewhere... Unight suddenly stopped.

“Bucky.” Night squeezed your eyes, "is that what you got from Lucifer... your first wish. ”

Bang--!

Surprise.

……

……

Caroline didn't know where she was going, and the ‘second cousin' behind her had been chasing her poor, so she had to choose where she was going to drill.

The sound of panting.

Yes, she can hear herself gasping, her heart beating rapidly. She was running fast and scared.

Caroline seemed to have seen something like this somewhere. But she couldn't remember exactly where she had seen it for a while... perhaps in a dream.

Is there something you can't help but chase after her... is it a bad dog?

That dream.

I don't know why a lot of cars are suddenly jammed up around here, probably because the city isn't getting much traffic, or something, but Caroline doesn't care about it anymore.

She traveled directly through the clearance of the vehicle, and so many obstacles provided her with a good cover. It's just that she's getting a little upset.

She sprained her ankle two nights ago in Arnold's old house, and now after a long escape, the old wound made her suffer immensely.

Gradually, 'Second Cousin' had caught up, and she could even see the smile. If it falls on him, maybe he'll get his penis kicked and get back at himself, right?

“Stay back!” At the end of the road, Caroline in despair suddenly held the pistol she had picked up from her 'second cousin'. She shook her hands simultaneously and shook slightly, pointing at ‘Cousin II', “Don't come near me!! ”

‘Cousin II' frowned and stopped - he couldn't get around, they were in the middle of the car and the car, and they were the best targets, even if they were just closing their eyes.

“Do you dare shoot?” But after all, he is a man of the mixed ways. He cannot speak of bravery, but at least he is brave.

“You... you stay away... stay away!” Carolyn retreated slowly - ‘Cousin II’ pressed.

However.

Ah--!!

Screaming.

Those were the people who caught sight of the poetry jammed between Caroline and her ‘second cousin' - perhaps in fear of being abducted a while ago, and some of them reacted abnormally violently.

They opened the door, fled at all costs, and the sound of terror fluctuated.

Cousin Er didn't expect such a riot in the end, he was just going to put an end to it as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid he won't be able to get away later.

‘Second cousin' bit her teeth and jumped at Caroline suddenly. She wasn't going to give the woman any chance to react, even had the urge to get rid of her.

Positively, Caroline couldn't resist the strong 'second cousin', who was almost instantly thrown to the ground by ‘second cousin'.

This strong man, with his legs pressed against her hands, was also squeezing her neck. ‘Second cousin' tightened his lips, blue root surged, full of killing intentions.

Caroline struggled with her legs in pain, and she felt her throat might be snapped the next second.

Unwilling to die, willing to survive let Caroline die with a pistol-- bang!!

Shots fired!

But unfortunately, she couldn't even target the man who was going to die, and the bullet just stuck to the ground and shot at the tire of a private car next to her —— and the ruptured tire made a huge noise at the next moment.

The long street echoes this loud noise.

Those in the front, those in the rear, do not know what happened after that, just heard gunshots… the sound of a suspected explosion.

The scream died and the scene became more chaotic.

But Cousin Two still hasn't let go of Caroline, and he's seen Caroline's reddish face, and he insists that this troubled woman be able to fix it —— as for what she said to Caroline?

He believes that if he puts the knife in front of this lawyer, he will cooperate!

“Too bad you missed your chance to kill me.” ‘Cousin II' smiled and pinched Caroline's neck, giving him a strange sense of excitement.

Murder fun.

Caroline struggled painfully, her eyes stared so wide that her eyes could not continue even because of congestion, the microvascularity of silk -- breathing.

In a state of imminent death, Caroline sees a white light, consciousness is like walking a horse, she sees a lot of messy things... she is an unusual stranger.

Having myself talking to people I don't know...

There's a picture of myself walking through a shooting rain.

What she's holding up, what she's losing.

When sad, when carnival, when lonely, with whom...

Suddenly.

Bang--!!!

There seems to be another noise.

Caroline's consciousness was a little confused and her ears buzzed because the tire was smashing right next to her and the eardrum was under pressure.

She seemed to see ‘Second Cousin' suddenly covering her shoulder, distorted, ‘Second Cousin' suddenly biting her teeth, quickly picking up the pistol from her hand and shooting it somewhere.

‘Cousin II' covered his injured shoulder, retreated, shot and disappeared from Caroline's sight.

Caroline just suddenly felt like she was being held up by someone, and she saw a uniformed policeman, and he was looking at himself, and he seemed to be asking.

Caroline eventually closed her eyes slowly and passed out.

“Call, call, there's a woman in a coma, call the main station... there's another man with a gun... in the street outside the city theater... call...”

“He went that way! You stay and take care of the wounded! Everybody, try not to shoot! There are too many people out there right now, they can easily get hurt! Hurry up!”

……

“You can't do this to me! I have civil rights! ”

Bucky was still hanging on, holding his mask to death and reluctant to let it be unraveled. It's just that his resistance clearly provoked the anger of the police, “You better cooperate! Otherwise you'll suffer! ”

“You are not allowed...”

Suddenly loud.

Officer Bucky stopped at once, and everyone was startled - because they knew very well that the sound was a gunshot, followed by a suspicious explosion.

“Check it out! You keep an eye on this guy!” A heady guy threw the cigarette butt out of his hand, pulled a gun out of his bag, took his hand and rushed to the source of the sound.

“What happened?” The police officer who stayed at the moment looked at it from a distance and seemed to be quite concerned about the time ahead.

But at that point, he suddenly felt a blow in the back.

He jumped to the ground all at once, while a pair of legs clamped his neck, and his hand was twisted... who was in the carnival mask!

“Take the scissors and feet!! I haven't used my labor in years, you made me..."

Officers slapped the floor a few times quickly and quickly passed out due to insufficient support.

The troublemaker... Bucky just exhaled, climbing up from the ground, letting him grab the key from the officer's clothes and uncuff himself.

He quickly meshed his eyes in front of him and, without saying anything, took off his mask, stuffed it in his clothes and fled the place quickly.

……

“Help... Somebody! Somebody help my husband! He's been hit! Help, help... help...! ”

The sound of crying.

They should be guests ready to leave after a memorial service. At this time, a noble woman in the crowd was holding a man. The man's abdomen was bleeding and dying.

“An ambulance has been called… but looking at the blockage, it is estimated that we will not be able to enter for a moment and a half.” Someone is helpless.

“Who knows how to stop the bleeding temporarily?” Some rushed to suggest.

“Impossible to stop, this amount of blood…” someone sighed.

Seven-handed and eight-legged, the sad woman could only see her husband crying.

“Who... who can save my husband, please... no one...” The woman lay painfully on her husband's chest and cried.

And at this point.

“I got it! I got it! ”

Loud voices - only the man in the carnival mask, pushed away the crowd and came out.

His hands crossed over his chest, and he solemnly said: "In the name of the Almighty, the Great Bucky… I, the Messenger of the Great Almighty Bucky, can save him! ”

Shit, the luck of labor is here, it can't be stopped!

Fortunately, I didn't throw the mask away just now...

Bucky whispered: Luck!