Chapter 50 49

Mary did the only right thing at the time, but she couldn't forgive herself later.She didn't look back at the sniper, or throw herself on Raphael, trying to talk to him or help him.Instead, she had only one thought on her mind: the next bullet was going to land on her. Only a second at most.She stepped into the rhododendron bushes by the side of the road.The bullet passed her silently, and with a slap, it pierced into the tree trunk dully. Mary rushed through the park at an unprecedented speed, barely hearing the exclamation of passers-by.The voice in her head relentlessly urged her to run.She turned left and right among bushes and groves.She knew that as long as she was not eliminated, the killer would not give up.The voice in her head was always right.It's just that she was too stupid to obey.

Mary ran to the other side of the park, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people at the bus station, and ran quickly.She didn't know if the killer was following her and how close he was to her.She didn't dare to look back, she had no choice but to rush into the fork in front of her.Her lungs seemed to be burning.The pain in her body diverted the grief that weighed on her heart, and it might have been better that way.She saw the entrance to the subway station and rushed down the steps.The platform was almost empty.The electronic display board shows that the subway will enter the station three minutes after get off work!

Panting, Mary walked to the other end of the platform and hid behind a pillar.Only an old woman on crutches and a mother with two little girls got off the elevator.The subway pulls into the station.Mary jumped into the car and stood by the door.As long as there is a sign that someone is following her, she can escape quickly. The subway starts.It seemed that she had really succeeded in throwing off her pursuers.Or maybe he didn't bother chasing her after all.It was quite possible that he believed at all that sooner or later he would catch her. What happened just now gradually came back to her consciousness.Strong anger rose in her heart.She wanted to cry, wanted to vent the anger and despair in her heart, but she couldn't do anything, she could only stand numbly, bit her lips tightly, and trembled all over.

It's all her fault.She always knew she was being followed.The inner voice repeatedly warned her clearly.Before the bullet fired, she was clearly aware of the impending danger in an unusual way.And she was so careless in pure happiness. Now, Rafael is paying the price for her indiscretion. She still stubbornly refused to accept the fact that he died.Perhaps someone walking in the park immediately called the emergency doctor.Maybe there just happened to be a doctor nearby.Perhaps, the bullet missed his heart, just pierced his lungs.Perhaps, he did not lose too much blood.maybe, maybe This time, she no longer has to change the subway many times and shuttle between cities in a hurry.She knew that no matter where she went, the killer would know her whereabouts.It all depends on how fast she moves.

At the next station where the subways meet, she got off the subway and called a taxi.In the car, she called her father and briefly described what had happened.The taxi driver didn't say a word, but Mary could feel that the car was going faster than normal. When the taxi came to his father's house, there was already a black BMW with blue lights parked at the door.Obviously, the police officer had heard of the famous conductor for a long time. A bearded, greasy, bloated policeman introduces himself to Mary as Inspector Schneider.When Mary told him what had happened, he made a few strokes in his notebook from time to time, and he didn't hide the suspicion on his face.

That is, do you believe that Islamic terrorists are after you?The tone of his voice revealed that the story sounded like someone said that the Martians had landed in front of the Brandenburger Tor. no.I told you, I believe there is one more person who has pheromones.Narif.Auduma had nothing to do with the assassination. The inspector scratched a few more strokes on the paper.Please tell me again, what is the name of your colleague who may have been hit? Rafael.grande. The inspector took down his address.OK, we'll look into this.I will contact you again.You're better off staying home.As long as the doors and windows are closed, you'll be fine.He didn't leave a business card, and he didn't tell Mary that she could call him if she remembered anything.Obviously, he didn't believe her words at all, just out of respect for the famous conductor Luther.Ai Xue's respect was the reason for her friendly gesture.The big celebrity was standing by Mary's side all the time, staring at him reproachfully.

The inspector quickly said his goodbyes and left. Mary's father hugged Mary and stroked her hair.My poor little baby.He kept saying, my poor little baby. Suddenly, Mary opened her eyes wide and stared at her father strangely.Don't you even believe me?Listen, I'm not crazy, I'm not schizophrenic!I also thought I inherited that disease from my mother and thought I had seen the devil.But everything is true!Tears welled up from her eyes.For a moment, she was speechless.Rafael Rafael was literally shot.There really is a killer out there.Maybe he also knows where I am now.He will come.I know it's hard to believe, but it's true!Please be sure to believe me!This is about our safety!

Of course I take your word for it.I'm going to call the Attorney General right away.He'll arrange police protection for us. Sure enough, within an hour, the police came to ring the doorbell again.Still, Mary couldn't be sure if her father really believed her.But Erin clearly realized that what Mary said was true.Without saying a word, she immediately closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains.There was an eerie atmosphere in the room, as if waiting for the end of the world.Mary walked back and forth restlessly, fighting the urge to hold back her tears and walk back to the park to help Raphael.She knew there was nothing she could do, she knew she had no choice, and she knew that if she hadn't escaped immediately, she might have died then.But she still couldn't forgive herself and felt that she was a betrayer.

Irene peeped out from the small window by the door before opening the door.This time, there were two policemen in police uniforms and a man in plainclothes beside the fat detective. Miss Ashe, we have investigated your statement during this period.The fat detective said straight to the point that your colleague is now in the emergency room of Charité Medical College. Mary dared not relax at all.how is heIs the injury serious?Are you out of danger? I am not sure as well.All I know is that he's lucky.Someone walking there noticed the attack and called an ambulance. Did they see the killer?

Saw.He ran after you.However, people's picture of him is less precise.They said he was a middle-aged man, of medium build, with dark hair, wearing jeans and a leather jacket.One of the two witnesses said the man was dark, but his wife was not sure.For the rest, we know nothing.That's why we're here.Mr. Zollert of the Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution, the Homeland Security Service, would like to ask you some questions.He pointed to the young man in civilian clothes. I'm going to see Raphael.Mary said. Later!Now, there's nothing you can do anyway.We will accompany you to the hospital later.Now, please answer some questions for us first.

Mary nodded.Well, please come here.The inspector signaled the two uniformed policemen to stay at the door, and then followed Mary and Zollet into the modern and elegant living room. The NSA man put a dictaphone on the sofa table and flipped a switch.You have no objection? Mary shook her head. You mentioned to Inspector Mr. Schneider a man named Narif.Terrorists in Ulduma.How much do you know about him? Mary hesitated for a moment.After all, she personally promised the US President's National Security Advisor not to mention Riyadh to anyone.But on the other hand, Colin failed to stop the killer from chasing her, and the killer even chased him to Berlin.She began to tell the whole story in detail. An hour later, Zuolett turned off the tape recorder.The experience was unbelievable.He said, but without the slightest doubt.On the contrary, during the conversation, he nodded frequently, as if Mary's account clarified the issues he had been stuck on.The inspector sat aside silently, his face showing surprise and suspicion for a while. Finally got everything out!Mary was so glad she didn't have to carry the pheromone secret alone anymore.She suddenly relaxed.The NSA folks sure knew what to do next.If the terrorists knew that Mary had told everything, there would be no reason to hunt her down. You don't know who is behind the attack on you?Could it be Narif?Auduma or his men?Zollet asked. Why did he do that? revenge.Anyway, you turned on him and prevented the attack in Riyadh. I do not think so.He may see me as his enemy, but he has too many.Why do you want to chase me all the way to Berlin.I will not pose a threat to him here, and have no effect on his goal. Terrorists do things irrationally. But Auduma was not.He is very smart and everything is planned.No, I don't believe that the hunt has nothing to do with him. So, who could have done it? I have no idea.Maybe it was a secret intelligence officer!Who is possible, you should always know better than me. Zuolet smiled.Mary found herself glad to see him laugh.He seemed friendly and candid, not at all what she'd imagined an NSA man to be.There are indeed many possibilities.There are more spies in Germany now than there were during the Cold War.Although most of them come for industrial secrets, if this pheromone is as effective as you describe, everyone in the third world will definitely want to keep it for themselves.And most industrial countries probably won't be disgusted with this thing.I suspect there are too many secret agents out there that we simply don't know about.You just said that you believe that pheromones were also used in the Baghdad incident? That's right.But I don't believe that Auduma would sacrifice young children in schools for his own purposes.He told me that he had lost his sister in a Russian bombing.This experience may be the reason why he became a terrorist in the future.If this is true, I can't imagine him killing small children. No, according to your description, I don't believe it either.But there are still too many people who want to ignite the anger of the Iranian people against the Americans.Perhaps Oduma sold this to the Iranians or the Syrians.Perhaps, he is with Al Qaeda (A1Qaida).In short, there are too many possibilities.