LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 275: Declaration of War!!
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The rain is torrential!
How torrential?
Not even the Night of the Long Knives with Little Mustache had such a downpour.
Inside the Vienna Konne Medical Center.
Hurried footsteps accompanied by shouts create a headache-inducing noise, causing many family members sitting in the lobby to frown. A burly man looks like he wants to stand up and curse, but when he sees several well-dressed men who clearly aren't ordinary people, he dismisses the idea.
These men don't seem the easygoing type.
"Doctor! Doctor!" Jason Bourne yells at the top of his lungs, summoning several doctors who rush forward. He grabs the leader, an old man, by the collar as if he were making a scene at the hospital.
"Get all the machines on for my boss, the ECG, intubation, can he stay in the ICU?"
The doctors are totally baffled!
????
Someone's actually coming forward to spend money?
"I'll check on the patient first," the doctor humbly says.
But before he can finish, Jason Bourne pulls out a stack of US dollars, about two or three thousand, and stuffs it into the doctor's pocket, "Go for whatever looks serious."
"It'd be good to have a full-body checkup; I haven't had one in so long," Victor says, raising his head from the hospital bed.
"Right! A full checkup," Jason adds quickly.
The doctor, looking at the US dollars in his hand, seems at a loss until a subordinate nudges him; his face then lights up with a smile, as if he had seen his own father, "Quick! Move him to the VIP room."
A bunch of people busily shuffle the hospital bed along.
If it were allowed, some nurses might have already rushed to perform CPR on Victor.
Money can indeed make the devil turn the millstone!
The entire Vienna Konne Medical Center starts to spring into action.
About half an hour later.
A Mercedes-Benz races into the hospital, screeches to a halt without being fully parked, and Belsaria hikes up her dress and runs inside, anxiously asking the reception desk, "What room is Victor in?"
"Which Victor?"
When Belsaria recites his full name, the nurse lights up, "He's in the VIP room, third floor."
"Thank you!"
Watching her run off, too impatient for the elevator, a female nurse remarks to her colleague, "See, when you have money, your partner cares about you."
"Are you feeling empty and lonely again?" Her coworker glances at her and quips, "Cheating can become addictive!"
"Drop dead!"
Belsaria runs upstairs, where the bodyguards in the hallway stand at attention upon seeing her, knowing well that she is the future "Queen."
"Jason, how's Victor doing?" she asks, tense, upon spotting the intelligence chief at the door.
"Madam, the doctors say it's nothing serious, just running some tests,"
As Belsaria pushes the door open, she sees Victor lying inside, hooked up to the ECG machine beeping away, and he's also on an IV drip, though it's just a nutrient solution.
"Victor!" She rushes to him, anxiously asking, "How are you feeling?"
Of course, he must play the part, with his head wrapped in a bandage. Seeing her expression, Victor takes her hand, smiles, and says, "I'm fine, don't worry too much."
"How did things get to this point?" Belsaria asks with tears in her eyes.
"Maybe I've offended too many people during the drug ban in Mexico." Victor chuckles bitterly, "It's nothing serious, just a minor injury. When you interfere with someone's interests, they're bound to give you trouble."
Outside, Jason Bourne stands expressionless, wanting to light a cigarette.
That phone call was actually made by Victor, asking Jason to call Belsaria, as for the purpose…
Suddenly, he hears hurried footsteps and sees several Americans stepping out of the elevator.
Ha, it's all for them!
Belsaria is a Rumsfeld by birth, and while many may not know her, Asmir Ward, the United Nations representative, certainly does.
As they draw near, Jason Bourne even helps open the door for them, pointing inside.
This takes the lead, Asmir Ward, by surprise and he politely thanks Jason. He has barely entered when he spots a woman sobbing on Victor's chest, who is patting her shoulder affectionately.
"Oh! Sorry—looks like you're doing okay," Asmir Ward says nervously, just as he finishes talking, the woman turns her head and he instinctively looks behind her, his eyes suddenly widening.
"Belsaria!"
"Uncle Asmir…" she responds, squeezing Victor's hand tightly upon seeing Ward, who takes her hand firmly in return.
Asmir Ward's brow furrows deeply.
He knew Old Rumsfeld quite well as a colleague at the Department of Defense while serving as the United Nations representative.
He's privy to some private news, for instance, stubborn Old Rumsfeld's pursuit of class lineage; he himself comes from a wealthy family…
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Descendants of bandits and thugs always hope for a bit of noble blood in their veins.
The atmosphere instantly becomes tense.
Just then, a rapid series of phone rings disrupts everyone's train of thought; Asmir Ward turns to see it's a subordinate of his, who answers in a flurry of sparks but gasps after a few words.
"What! The Iraq representative is dead? The entire delegation has been slaughtered?!!!"
"Do you realize what you're saying?"
Asmir Ward quickly turns around, snatches the phone, and listens to the report on the other end. His expression darkens by the second, becoming more and more somber. His eyes twitch and then he catches a sidelong glance at Victor, who looks eerily calm, as if he already knew.
A thought flashes through Asmir Ward's mind, his eyebrows raise in anger, and in a rage, he turns to the woman beside him, grits his teeth, and says, "Belsaria, leave us for a moment."
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