Chapter 2067 Female Agent 40 (Ending)
But there was no answer. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but ask: "Doctor, are you still there?"
A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Call me...just call me Doctor. I may never come back again. Don't worry if I come back. I wish you happiness!"
The phone hung up and made a characteristic beeping sound.
Dr. Lacey said that he and his significant other had reached a consensus for the first time, that is, they planned to let her go and not take her life?
Carole stood there stunned for a long time. The phone had automatically turned off and the beeping sound disappeared until Karak called her back to consciousness.
Carol asked: "Did you get your gun?"
"Got it."
"Are there bullets in it?"
Karak's eyes were deep and his mind was spinning rapidly: "No, all the bullets were removed by him."
That is to say, there are no bullets in the pistol, and both pistols are empty of bullets.
No matter which one she grabbed, she couldn't shoot the other person. It is conceivable that when she grabbed the gun and fired it, she would be knocked unconscious by the gas in the test tube when she found that the gun was empty of bullets.
After fainting, she might be tied up like Karak and thrown into the bathtub with water on top... So the "person" who helped her survive did the right thing.
A lot of uncertainty was added, making Dr. Lacey feel like he was hesitating between killing and not killing. Killing is for your own life, not killing because...
Carol didn't understand why. It was definitely not out of love. And she didn't know the reason why Dr. Lacey didn't kill him. It probably wasn't out of love. It might be because he had someone to take care of him in the future, or to have a comparable opponent... This kind of unnatural thinking, even if she got a degree in psychology The credits are also difficult to analyze.
She opened her phone and glanced at the screen. The thank you on it was so conspicuous.
"Carroll..." Karak looked at her slightly nervously, fearing that she was suffering from the aftereffects of the poison gas or something.
Carol put the phone on her lap and decided one thing: "Karak, it's time for us to go home."
The vacation is almost over, even if there is still one day left, it is boring to stay after passing the line between life and death. It is time to go back.
After getting off the plane, I returned to my room, put down my suitcase and closed the door. Carol rushed forward, hugged Karak's neck and kissed him...
Karak was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed. Carol said he would wait until he got back, but he was back now, wasn't he? Be sure to come back early!
He responded and walked to the bedroom. The two of them were inseparable... Gouzi tilted his head and looked at it. He waited for the person to disappear into the hall, walked to the sofa, jumped on it, and lay down. It can't help. A quiet dog is a good dog, but I hope it won't be delayed until it gets hungry.
Six months later, Karak proposed to Carol. Three months later, the two got married under the witness of all colleagues in the bureau, and Gouzi wore a flower crown and became a "flower girl."
Soon after Mrs. Hunter became pregnant, the two bought a house with a yard and quit their jobs to stay at home. Four years later, she is already a mother of two children.
Ten years later, in the early morning, Karak, who was already middle-aged and fat, shouted loudly at the door of his home: "Get in the car quickly, you will be late for school."
The two older children ate fairly quickly, but the youngest child, who had just entered kindergarten, ate slowly. He could only hold the egg and ham sandwich on the plate and eat it while walking.
Mrs. Hunter, who was also urging, finally sent the three worried children out of the door.
"Wangwang~" The dog followed the child wagging its tail. After the child got in the car, he went to dig a hole in the yard to play.
The previous dog passed away four years ago and this one was re-adopted. Originally, they wanted to get a better dog, but the children chose this one because it kept wagging its tail.
It should be Chuan Chuan with a bit of Dalmatian blood. After taking it home, Mrs. Hunter couldn't laugh or cry when she saw the dog that was bigger and more ugly than the original one.
"What would you like to eat tonight?" Mrs. Hunter asked.
"Let's have veal steak." Karak kissed the side of his wife's face: "Thank you for your hard work, my dear."
"Be careful and come back soon." The relationship between the two has been as good as ever for ten years.
"Don't worry, I don't want my wife to become a widow and come back to avenge me." Karak joked and walked out. The three children were already waiting in the car. If he didn't hurry up, he might be honking the horn again. The neighbors looked askance.
The children and husband all went out, and the house suddenly became quiet. Mrs. Hunter walked to the kitchen, started to clear the table, put all the dishes and cups in the sink, and then started washing.
Suddenly the phone at home rang, probably another advertising call, but it was so early, who called?
She shook off her wet hands, walked to the refrigerator, and picked up the wall-mounted phone: "Hello~"
"Hi, it's me~"
"Who?" She frowned, but she soon understood, and her heart tightened, as if someone had grabbed her.
"Don't be nervous, I'm somewhere where you can't see me."
Her breathing became rapid, and she pretended to be calm: "I haven't heard from you for a long time, doctor, where have you been?"
"I went to a place you can't see." That voice has not been heard for ten years, and as the years have passed, it has become a bit older, but she will never forget: "I know you are fine now, no see It’s good, time has made us all older.”
Taking a deep breath, she asked: "Are you okay now?"
"Very good, very good. The only difference from before is that I am only interested in the queen ant, not the worker ants, unless they are too close to me."
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say or say goodbye to the other party.
Word by word, say it calmly and gracefully: "I still have things to do. I wish you happiness, Mrs. Hunter."
Before I could respond, the phone was hung up.
She held the phone for a long time, then hung up the phone and found that her hands were trembling. I walked to the mirror. In the mirror was a bloated aunt with spots and wrinkles on her face.
She wiped the wrinkles around her eyes, and before she knew it, she had as many wrinkles as Dr. Lacey at that time.
On the other end of the phone, a man wearing a windbreaker and a very British hat walked out of the red phone booth. When crossing the road, avoid the passing double-decker bus.
Across the road is the political hall. A politician just got out of a black bulletproof commercial vehicle, surrounded by reporters and bodyguards.
The politicians came this time to participate in the Allied Powers' increase in troops to a certain country, and by the way, they sold the nearly obsolete weapons accumulated in the warehouse to this country. When the war is over, these weapons can be valuable. It doesn't matter if you don't have money, minerals, resources, garrisoned troops, etc. will compensate.
"Get out of the way, everyone out of the way..." The bodyguards surrounded the politician and walked into the building.
The politician suddenly smelled a pungent fragrance and couldn't help frowning. It was so fragrant that it stunk...
In the evening, major media reported that someone who came to attend the meeting suffered a cerebral hemorrhage during the meeting and unfortunately passed away.
The video of the meeting leaked out. He suddenly lost control and banged his head against the table in front of him. After a few blows, his head was bleeding, but he was still smashing. The on-site staff rushed forward to stop him, but they were unable to stop him in time.
Experts explained that this horrific scene was due to a cerebral hemorrhage that increased intracranial blood pressure and caused a splitting headache, leading to such an overreaction.
Mrs. Hunter was buried next to her husband who passed away two years ago. When the children were packing their things, they found a notebook in the box, but they all thought the story written in it was quite exciting.
On the first anniversary of Mrs. Hunter's death, her children and grandchildren went to visit the grave and saw a small bouquet of flowers placed in front of the grave, and the card above simply said "Thank you." After that, I could see it every festival day. Until the fourth year, there were too many words in the card, and the flowers and cards never appeared again.
"Thank you, I hope we can meet again."
(End of chapter)