Chapter 19 Sniper

Jibu stood against the railing in the wind. His tie had been torn off and thrown somewhere long ago. The collar of his light purple shirt was open, and the early spring evening breeze of Rome poured in, driving away the earlier hot air.

There was a lit cigarette at his fingertips. He had not smoked many times. Most of the time, it became shorter and shorter in boring time. The tobacco turned into gray powder and fell to the ground. Before it could touch the ground, it was taken away by the wind.

Only the dark red sparks were left, occasionally flashing in the night, slightly burning the cold skin.

He frowned, just realizing that the cigarette had burned out. A faint sneer floated on his face, and he pinched out the cigarette.

It seemed that he had lost his composure in more than one place tonight, and this realization made him feel incredible.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and it spread across the room to the balcony, adding a lonely and desolate atmosphere out of thin air.

This woman, when she has something on her mind, the bathing time is extended indefinitely.

He smiled sarcastically, turned around, and stood on the 11th floor of a building, looking down at the bright and dazzling night market in Rome. It was as if there was a hole in his chest, and the wind rushed in, echoing in the emptiness.

The gorgeous ringtone of Wagner's opera came from the room. He frowned and went in, took one of the five mobile phones, and immediately heard the rapid breathing of the smart and capable young assistant.

When Terashima Yuki pushed open the bathroom door and came out, Atobe Keigo was putting on an Armani black suit in front of the mirror.

"Pack your luggage and go back to Tokyo with me."

"What happened?"

Atobe tied his tie and looked at her, his eyes were deep: "The old man suddenly fell ill."

Terashima Yuki's face showed a look of horror, opened his mouth, and did not speak for a long time.

"Are you leaving now?"

"We've arranged a special plane, get in through the back door."

The black Lincoln stretched car drove quietly under the flashing neon lights on the street, and the incandescent taillights of the car passed a bright white light on the sparsely populated streets in the late night.

Atobe leaned on the back seat, his wrist resting on the window sill, his fingers clasped against his cheek, and a teardrop mole was faintly visible under the dim headlights.

"The chairman suddenly fainted while attending a business reception and was immediately sent to the University of Tokyo Hospital. The diagnosis was suspected to be a severe myocardial infarction. Since the incident happened suddenly and there was no time to block the news, the current share price of the consortium has begun to show signs of decline." Hou Changtaro was sitting in the back and couldn't see his face clearly. He reported the information he had just obtained tremblingly, "According to the news from Akiyama-kun, the vice president seems to have some unusual little movements."

"Is there any news from Oshitsuki?"

"No one has answered Oshitsuki's phone call. The nurse in the office said that an emergency consultation is underway."

"Notify me immediately after getting in touch."

After saying this lightly, Atobe Keigo said no more. He squinted his eyes at the heavy dusk outside the window, crossed his legs elegantly, and tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips as if to coordinate with the high-speed operation of his brain.

The woman who had remained silent beside him stared at him for a long time, and then withdrew her gaze faintly.

The situation was not too bad.

The top management of the consortium has completed the transfer of power. Even if Atobe Keiji, the chairman, falls ill, it will not be difficult to control the situation as long as Atobe Keigo returns in time to take measures in the name of the president.

Of course, it was too much of a coincidence that it happened just when Atobe left Tokyo.

Terajima Yuuki let out a long breath and closed her eyelids with a hint of tiredness.

When she opened her eyes again, the shrill sirens broke the tranquility of the night sky.

"Damn it!" The driver sitting in the driver's seat cursed softly, "Blocking the passage at this time, what the hell are the Italian police doing!"

Dozens of police cars were dispatched, whistling and rushing from all directions, and the shrill sound of brakes rang out at the intersection. Fully armed criminal police stepped on leather boots and swarmed up to block the intersection. The murderous atmosphere drove away the gorgeous romance of neon.

Atobe Keigo rolled down the car window. His wide-brimmed sunglasses covered most of his face. He couldn't see anything clearly from a distance. One or two sharp gunshots had already sounded. Many nearby residents woke up from their sleep and poked their heads out of the old tall buildings on the street to watch the thrilling street gunfight with trepidation.

"I'm really sorry, President." The activities of the mafia seem to be more rampant recently. "

Takiguchi Hideyuki, the CEO of the Italian branch in the co-pilot seat, frowned and turned his head apologetically.

This is a middle-aged man who can be called elegant and gentle, about 40 years old. If it weren't for the gradually rising performance of the Italian branch in recent years, it might be difficult for people to believe that he is smart and capable under his gentle appearance.

"The security situation in Italy is really not gorgeous, huh?" Atobe just sneered, "Change the road, don't waste time here."

"Yes." Takiguchi nodded and whispered a few words to the driver, "Turn around to Fernando Street. "

The driver responded and tried to start the engine. The black Lincoln turned around slowly like a cheetah.

There was a melee ahead, with gunshots coming one after another and flames flickering in the dark. The Italian police, armed with live ammunition, were sniping and shouting at the rioters in broken Italian dialect.

Hearing the gorgeous language of opera being ruined like this, Tebe couldn't help but twitch his lips. Just as he was about to roll down the window, there was a sudden commotion all around. A black shadow suddenly rushed in front of him, with bullets whizzing towards his face. The sound of the killing wind could cut his cheek fiercely.

"Atobe—" Terashima Yuki exclaimed.

The timing and angle of the shooting seemed to be carefully calculated. Even if someone was as nimble as Feng Changtaro or as tall and sturdy as Huadi Chonghong, no one had the energy to stop the oncoming bullet. Atobe

quickly lay down on his side. The bullet grazed his hair and pierced the window opposite. A beautiful spider web appeared on the brown glass, and then shattered.

The huge impact force made the entire stretched Lincoln tremble heavily to the side, and the two people leaned against each other in the crowded space.

He put his arms around her waist, his chin against her forehead, and they breathed quickly and nervously.

The severe pain caused by the impact made her frown, and the hollow night wind rushed in from the broken window, whistling at the top of its lungs, full of murderous intent.

The crisp sound of gunfire suddenly rang out.

"Atobe..." Her breathing suddenly stagnated, and she uttered a few words with difficulty. She struggled to stand up, and her left shoulder was hit by severe pain.

Bright red liquid dripped on Atobe's hand.

The black windbreaker and the bright red blood blended in the sight, with a bloodthirsty and seductive breath.

The back door opened, and the black-clad bodyguards swarmed up, surrounding the black Lincoln as if they were facing a great enemy and erected a human wall.

The police also began to run towards this side. The metallic sound of leather boots hitting the ground, the scattered gunshots, and the swearing in the battle, intertwined together, and the whole world was in chaos.

Her body was firmly held in Atobe's arms, but the strength was lost bit by bit.

Looking up, the sky was already turning pale, rotating at high speed like a wide-angle lens, falling into her pupils that were gradually losing focus. Her long black hair was scattered and stained with a few strands of blood, with crystal red water drops.

The handsome face of the man in front of her gradually enlarged, and a teardrop mole pressed into the bottom of her eyes, emitting a sharp light. She frowned, opened her mouth, and finally closed her eyes as if she was exhausted, and sank into his arms.

The person in her ear growled something, but it was no longer clear.

Rome's sleepless night, the earth was pale and lightless.

The bodyguards of the Atobe Zaibatsu blocked the entrance and exit of the entire hospital. Atobe Keigo stood at the door of the emergency room. The bloodstained Armani suit on his body had long been taken off by Huadi. He was leaning against the open window in only a thin shirt, with his collar casually unbuttoned, the line of his chin as sharp as a knife, and the delicate lips were just pursed, with an inexplicable bloodthirsty breath.

The black-clad bodyguards lined up in the corridor, creating a solemn and fierce atmosphere.

Not far away was the strange combination of Kabata Takahiro and Hojo Taro, one standing at the wind outlet with a dull expression, and the other staring at the flashing red light in front of the emergency room, occasionally casting a worried glance at the former minister who was gloomy at the window.

"What a big scene, Keigo, I almost thought something happened to you!" Eleanor Sforza, who had rushed over after receiving the news, shrugged her shoulders in shock at the tense atmosphere in front of her, and spread her hands towards her gloomy nephew. Atobe

slightly tilted his face, glanced at the hurried blonde lady in front of him, and curled the corners of his lips lightly, without saying anything.

"Ahem..." Takiguchi Hideyuki, who accompanied her in, coughed dryly and leaned forward, "President, similar rumors have already spread. The media gathered at the door of the hospital. If it weren't for our people, I'm afraid they would have rushed in long ago."

Atobe Keigo narrowed his eyes, then opened them again. Because he hadn't slept all night, his dark gray pupils were full of bloodshot, but his determination was not diminished at all. Facing the distant and desolate red sun at dawn, he added a bit of perverseness and breathtaking weirdness. 

"Someone wants me to die soon, huh?" With a clear sneer and a sharp look, even Takiguchi Hideyuki, who had never been graceful in dealing with emergencies, couldn't help but shudder. 

"The police have arrested the perpetrators at the scene. The two shooters have committed suicide by chewing their tongues. The other suspects are still being pursued." Takiguchi Hideyuki paused, and looked him in the eye. "Rome is not safe for you now. If it happens once, there will be a second time. And the situation with the chairman is not optimistic. I have arranged a secret passage in the underground garage. Please..." 

Atobe walked around in front of him with his head raised high, his hands in his pockets, and raised his head. The bright red light in front of the emergency room hit his face, exuding a hazy atmosphere. 

The CEO of the branch company asked for his instructions, but he seemed to be waiting for a result. 

"But that would be too cruel to Terajima... no, Mrs. Yuki." Hou Chotaro bit his lip subconsciously, "After all, she did it for..." 

Eleanor put her white hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Don't interfere with his judgment, young man." 

The young man who was good at hitting the ace ball directly on the red clay was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and sighed deeply. 

The sunlight sprinkled into the solemn and clean corridor like snow, and the wall clock made a crisp ticking sound. 

The door of the operating room suddenly opened, and a nurse in a white coat came out pushing a mobile bed. A pale woman with her mouth and eyes closed, half of her face buried in the white sheets, her black hair scattered around her graceful neck, like an exquisite and beautiful glass doll that would collapse at the slightest touch. 

Atobe raised his eyelids, took a deep breath, and went forward. 

"The shoulder blade was injured by a bullet. It will take about one or two months to recover, but her life was saved." The doctor in charge spoke in unprofessional English, "However, she is still very weak now. Because of the anesthesia, it will take at least a few hours for her to wake up." 

"Can she be sent to Tokyo by helicopter?" 

"In her current condition, she is not suitable for long-distance travel." 

Atobe was silent. 

The cold and slender fingertips slid down along the delicate lines of the woman's face, reaching her neck and entwining with her messy black hair. They lingered for a long time, her eyelids drooped slightly, and against the light, what kind of unpredictable expression was in her dark pupils was unknown. 

My world, wait until you wake up to witness it. 

Suddenly opened his eyes, and his thin lips pursed into an arc, as sharp as a knife. 

"Takiguchi." 

"Yes?" The middle-aged man standing solemnly not far away subconsciously straightened his waist. 

"To deal with those media, the president of the Atobe chaebol was injured in a mafia melee on the streets of Rome. This should be the result and answer they want." Atobe turned around and glanced at the hesitant expression on his face, "Do you need to explain more?" 

There was a bit of laziness in his eyes, but it was sharp and deep, as if it spanned time and space. 

Takiguchi Hideyuki swallowed his saliva and bowed his head respectfully: "No." 

"I'll go out the back door. You and Feng will discuss the matters here." 

"Senior Atobe..." The young junior whose name was called was slightly startled. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the elegant and capable middle-aged man opposite. 

"Please rest assured, I will do my best to stabilize the situation and take good care of the lady." Takiguchi bowed and hurriedly led his people away. Atobe 

glanced at his back without knowing what was going on, and a dark beam of light flashed in his eyes. 

He then retracted his gaze, glanced at the somewhat shy and confused silver-haired young man beside him, and raised his voice: "Put away your unglamorous expression. Being able to stand on your own is the most basic requirement of the Feng family." 

A trace of alertness flashed in Feng Chotaro's eyes. He didn't say anything, but just nodded vigorously. 

This trip to Rome was filled with too many variables. The chaotic situation after Atobe Keigo left must be cleaned up by someone. 

After that, there was a long silence. The young man with purple-gray hair looked at the woman sleeping on the operating table, took a deep breath, and walked out. 

"Can I leave this place to you?" 

Eleanor Sforza raised her head, her emerald eyes looking at the arrogant young man who was a head taller than her, spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, revealing a bright smile: "If it's your request." 

Atobe smiled imperceptibly and took the coat handed over by Kabaji: "Let's go, Kabaji!" 

"Use!" 

It was early spring in Rome. The sky was generally pale. The sun hid behind the clouds and only one or two beams of light golden light fell down, shooting into the clean and transparent windows of the intensive care unit like snow, and the dust danced lazily inside. 

Eleanor rolled up the sky-blue blinds and looked up. The helicopter drew a gray arc in the sky and gradually disappeared in the distant sea of ​​clouds. 

She turned around and glanced at the sleeping oriental woman, her emerald eyes were bottomless.