Asimov’s men fell to the ground one by one. They were all shot in the heart and died instantly. We quickly rushed into Asimov’s room. Asimov and Garcia looked at each other. Asimov was surprised to see us come in. “Your Highness?”
Garcia, “How did you know we’re here?”
I didn’t answer. Erik raised his hand and shot Garcia between his eyebrows. He is Mexico’s second-largest drug Lord, so he got what he deserved.
Asimov spread his hands and said, “Your Highness, you don’t know the rules!”
Erik grabbed Asimov by the collar and said, “Did you know the rules when you killed my mother?”
Asimov replied, “I have known he was born to die for a long time, but I didn’t expect you to blow his head up!”
He was having dinner with his daughters. His minced meat flew into the dishes, and some flew directly into the mouths of his children. . . . . . ”
“Your Highness, don’t you know the rules?” Asimov looked at me.
Erik raised the butt of his gun and pointed it at Asimov’s nose. “What a waste!” He said. Asimov immediately bled profusely.
Although Asimov was fat and old, he was also a murderer and mixed up in the street. Fighting was a common occurrence. So, he wanted to fight back. He grabbed Erik’s wrist with one hand and pressed it hard. But Erik’s hand was released. He took the opportunity to go up with one foot and kicked Erik.
But he never expected that his foot was directly caught by Erik’s hand. Eric lifted his other foot and kicked Asimov’s calf hard. I only heard a thud, but with such a kick, Asimov’s calf was broken.
Asimov was lying on the ground in pain, holding his calf and screaming. Erik went to kick Asimov in the face again. There was a loud bang. Asimov passed out directly.
I looked at this scene and was at a loss. I never knew that my brother, my once humble brother, and my once weak brother were so firm and cruel.
“Did Cazola teach you?” I asked.
He smiled coldly and said, “No, the terrorists taught me!”
Several men secured Asimov, then we got on the helicopter. A few hours later, we went back to Aston palace. Asimov was thrown into the prison. Erik can’t still get over it.
“Come with me!” I said.
“No!” He is absolutely determined.
“I want to ask him why he was so cruel that he even killed his own flesh and blood!” Eric’s expression was indifferent, and his eyes were empty. I understand what he meant. That no matter how ruthless Asimov is, he will not kill his unborn child. If Asimov didn’t kill them, then who killed his mother?
All of his anger was vented on Asimov. After I left, I heard people say that he cut off all Asimov’s hands, feet, arms and legs and put it in a jar that it almost became a human being. He asked Asimov the question- ‘Why are you so cold-blooded that you even killed your own flesh and blood?’
Asimov had already given the answer he wanted-‘I didn’t do it’. But he was still not satisfied and continued to torment him. It seems that if Asimov said he was the real murderer, he would be more kind.
I want to investigate this matter clearly, avenge Mrs. Agatha and clear my suspicion. Yes, Erik saw when I ordered all this. I will do anything with all my strength to find the man who delivered the medicine.
As expected, he already disappeared into thin air. There is a very high probability that he has been silenced, and there are no bones left. I began to think, besides Erik and Asimov, who else knows the whereabouts of Mrs. Agatha?
There’s my father, the king. But Erik has just made so much contribution that he wouldn’t break his heart that much.
“Then who else?” Did the king tell others about Agatha’s whereabouts, and this person has the ability to break into my side and control my cronies?
When I think about it, I can feel a chill running down my spine. It’s terrible. For my own sake, I also want to find out who this person is. When I was at my wit’s end, Kely came to me, and invited me to attend her Ball. I’m not in the mood right now.
However, I loved her as a younger sister since I was a child so I couldn’t bear to refuse her. I had to leave many things to my men for me to go to Kely’s ball myself. When I saw Kely, I was dumbfounded. She was wearing Chinese clothes very similar to Mrs. Agatha’s.
It looks exactly the same. I grabbed Kely’s wrist at once. Her beaming expression faded at first. “Where did you get the clothes from?” My voice is very low, but very serious.
“Customized.” She said.
“Did you customize it yourself? Where was it customized? “I asked.
“No. . . Not me. It was given to me by……who was that again? The one who was from Milan. . . . I forgot the specific name” She was in a panic.
I looked around and said, “Are you going to invite Erik?”
“Of course, how can you exclude him on this occasion?” Kely replied.