Chapter 132: 22: Fall

"I thought you wouldn't be back so soon."

"I'm a little worried about you."

In response to his mother's words, Abu forced himself to smile.

"It's nice here, but it's not our home after all. You can't stay here when you're discharged from the hospital." The mother saw that her son was worried, so she made a little joke to cheer him up.

"I will find a new place to live before you are discharged from the hospital."

"Don't force yourself. How about your injury? Is your injury healing so quickly?" Only then did she realize that there seemed to be nothing wrong with Abu's leg.

"It's a special medicine!" Abu explained, and then he saw the nurse walking in from the door.

The nurse obviously heard what he said. She glanced at his legs intentionally or unintentionally, then quickly looked away and went to another patient in the ward to change the needle and water.

The mother did not pursue the matter further. As long as her son got better quickly, that was a good thing.

Even if it doesn't seem very scientific when you think about it carefully.

"By the way, it seems that Mr. Olivier will be giving a speech today. Hasn't it started yet?"

"It won't start until four in the afternoon."

Before Abu could say anything, a patient who was changing his dressing nearby spoke up.

"Really? I was thinking I could watch the speech after dinner." The mother looked a little regretful.

"I am also a supporter of Olivier. I hope he can be re-elected."

“Yeah, he’s a very nice guy.”

The two of them started chatting.

After all, they were in the same ward and neither side had any relatives accompanying them, so they had long passed the awkward period of breaking the ice.

Abu sat there, feeling more and more tormented as time passed.

Will El take action against Mr. Olivier, or will he take action against his own family?
Even though he knew in his heart that the other party was most likely targeting Olivier, he didn't dare to gamble. It would take several minutes to get from here to Tro Square even if he went there at full speed. If they really attacked his mother, he would not have time to get back here.

What's more, he can transform, disappear suddenly, and kill his mother in perhaps just a second.

Even if he didn't attack her mother, if she tried to stop him and failed to kill him, he would definitely take revenge.

But Mr. Olivier represents the future of the country.

Time will not show mercy to his hesitation.

Soon, the speech began.

"We can't help it. Only official media are allowed to enter the venue for this speech. We can only stand at the edge and see if we can take some photos."

"Damn it! The location you mentioned is separated by the Seine River! We can't even tell whether it's a man or a bear standing on the stage when we shoot over there!"

"Don't be angry. It would be bad if someone photographed you. Catherine, you are now our TV station's star female reporter. Keep smiling. Smile, that's right."

In the car, Catherine, the female reporter who had reported the Holy Mountain incident, had to stop complaining and took a deep breath. The extremely high mountain peak held by the seat belt immediately attracted 80% of the driver's attention.

"Hey, you're driving up the mountain now, so why don't you watch the road ahead? Do you want me to wave it in front of you later?" Catherine lit a ladies' cigarette and said to the driver in a bad mood.

Of course the driver knew that Catherine was joking and complaining, but he couldn't help but imagine the scene and swallowed subconsciously.

"Gulu."

Two sounds of swallowing were heard in the car.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and gave the new cameraman a look of affirmation. Catherine turned her head and glanced at this new partner who was much more pleasing to the eye than before with interest, and blew out a puff of smoke lightly.

"Why, do you want to go up the mountain too?"

"Rookie, you'd better be careful of eagles." The driver reminded meaningfully.

"Ahem, um, Miss Catherine, so now are we going to find a suitable place to take pictures of Plaza del Tro?" the new cameraman asked, putting his legs together.

Catherine shook her head: "No way, if you don't want us to take the photo, then we won't take it."

"what?"

"Just kidding, rookie." It seemed like a good idea to tease newcomers. Catherine laughed. "Wouldn't it be the same if we interviewed other people about their opinions on this speech?"

The cameraman looked towards the driver, as if asking, is this really okay?

"Others may not be able to do it, but Catherine definitely can. The boss will agree." The driver nodded in agreement.

Is this the main character's face?

However, the cameraman remembered the last live broadcast of the Holy Mountain. Even though she was shaking with fear and was attacked by strong winds and rainstorms, she still completed the broadcast with her "professionalism". He felt that she really deserved such treatment.

"Okay, we've arrived at our destination. Let's pack up and go interview passers-by. Oh, this is a great location. I haven't really seen the Eiffel Tower for a long time."

The driver found a place to park, and as soon as he got out of the car, he saw the majestic iron tower.

"What's so good about this broken thing? You can see it everywhere. It's this damn thing that attracts a bunch of messy tourists." Catherine straightened her clothes, glanced at the Eiffel Tower casually, and chose to take out a makeup mirror to check her makeup again.

She had no interest in this thing that had been here since she was born, and she didn't understand why those tourists came from afar to check in. Wouldn't it be better to just make money and sleep?

The cameraman picked up the camera and pointed the lens at the Eiffel Tower before the shooting officially started. Just like an ordinary photographer, he had no resistance to spectacular man-made objects, even those he had photographed before.

Every time I record it from a different angle, I will have a new experience.

Start the video, from the base of the tower up to the top, then slowly zoom out so that the entire tower is in the frame.

He also captured a large black bird flying quickly towards them.

Hmm? Isn't this a bit too fast?
Is it a fighter jet?
He zoomed in on the picture and saw that it was actually two people entangled together!
"Catherine!! The sky!" The cameraman pointed excitedly at the black spot in the sky with an exaggerated expression.

"What? Did you see the boss's biological mother flying in the sky? See, I told you it was a matter of time." Catherine said in a sarcastic tone, and it seemed that she still had many dissatisfactions with her boss.

"No! That's true - there really is someone flying in the sky! But it shouldn't be the boss's biological mother!" the cameraman said hurriedly.

Catherine raised her eyebrows and squinted her eyes to try to see clearly the black spot in the sky that the camera was pointing at, but she couldn't make out it was a person at all. She could only quickly take out her mobile phone to zoom in. However, before she turned on the camera, she saw an incredible scene.

On the ground, the dust that had not been cleaned for who knows how long, mixed with a large amount of soil and gravel, seemed to have lost gravity. Under the horrified gaze of passers-by, it floated up like tiny stars.

"WTF?!"

Passersby stood still, either not daring to move or curiously trying to fiddle with the "stardust" beside them.

Before they could feel the surprise or the feeling, the dirt and gravel flew rapidly towards the sky as if being pulled by some gravity. From a distance, the gray stones looked like broken pieces of iron, and what sucked them up was the rapidly approaching "super magnet" in the sky.

"This is really true."

The driver took off his cool sunglasses and muttered to himself absentmindedly.

The sky was as blue as a mirror, and dirt and gravel gathered from all directions, covering the sky with a light black veil.

The core of the black gauze became larger and larger, forming an ever-growing "meteorite" that was falling towards the iron tower in a parabolic arc.

　I heard that a few thousand a day can change your destiny, but I feel like it will cost you your life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)