The Hero
Chapter 201 Who's That Crazy Boy?
Javier knew he would be crushed as his eyes caught the outline of his muzzle.
He had managed to glance to the right before and saw a three-year-old toddler sitting parallel to him. In other words, even if Javier was really able to avoid the shot - which he was - someone would still die. The shots of the poor were enough to kill the toddler.
Javier doesn't know who the kid is, but it doesn't matter. Right now, in a split second, he balked at every attempt to dodge. He would not be able to live with himself if a three-year-old child died because he wanted to live.
He decided to change positions and take another angle. From the point of view of the casual observer, it seemed like he was moving his weight very quickly. His last position was one that allowed his most vital spot to be shielded from the attacker's trajectory so he wouldn't be killed by a single fatal shot.
However, the poor man did not look daunted. In fact, it looks like he would love to pump more bullets into Javier until he no longer moves if his first shot fails.
Javier considered the finger of the poor man, which was wrapped around his trigger.
He suddenly felt less anxious.
He wondered if he would regret it if he died today. There won't be.
The cunning old fox will help him take care of his widows-Jade, Ciel, and Chessie-so that they are all fine. The only pain they will suffer is sadness, but it will fade with time. A few years later, they all had to be able to move on.
That would be a good thing. He would rather not make them sad for too long. And a healthy new relationship may be the last medicine they need to help them out of their grief
'Yetoo!'
As Javier gets lost in his imaginary pre-death scenario, a loud commotion explodes from the poor man's head.
He jerks. Therehewas. He's been shot!
Or don't. He saw a rain of shards of pottery breaking from above the heads of the poor and realized that he would not fall today.
The poor man's eyes spun to the back of his skull before he fell forward.
Javier can't believe his luck. What kind of a windfall is that? One second, he was about to die, then the next second, Mr. Pauper-Assassin was suddenly hit by a falling flower pot and lost consciousness! Is this an act of divine intervention? Was the higher power there determined not to let him die?
Javier won't speculate himself anymore. He jumped to his feet and stepped out with the intention to drag the poor man away. He had just stepped out of the door when someone jumped down from the floor who was somehow numerous with a roar. The man dampened the impact of his fall with a well-practiced scroll and jumped to his feet before approaching the unconscious poor with the same agility. "Buddy! Bruuuuuh! You all right? Oh, my God, don't tell me I killed this bastard with a flower pot! Come on, boss, help me out here! I need to put this guy in the car and take him to the hospital!”
Javier was surprised to see who he was. Never in his wildest dreams did he think it was a Herschel Lord.
Of course, now was not the time to catch up. The men began to work together to bring the unconscious poor into the car. Javier remained in the car afterward, opening his belt to tie the poor man's hand as if he were a bird about to be slaughtered.
Naturally, Herschel took the driver's seat, though not before throwing a cigarette at Javier.
He lit. “So, how did you get back here? I thought you were leading the band away at Hyliveskia.”
Herschel had complained about how unattractive his life was for a while before shouting about having fun in Hyliveskia. After listening to his scolding so many times, Javier granted his request and told him to leave. Who knew he would be back so soon?
He was still wondering for himself when Herschel replied, "No, someone took my position."
Javier freezing. “Wait, who? What kind of great person can come in and replace you as the leader of a group of 3,000 people?
“Kenzo?”
Javier's mouth was tightly clenched.
they are for a bigger design. Herschel's mission, for now, is to return home and supervise Javier as his bodyguard.
Javier speechless. He's pretty sure this wasn't Mackenzie's intention at all. Must be that old cunning fox. Zephiel may be worried, with the armed forces ready to help Javier, the latter can go wherever he likes and wreak havoc. It was a group of 3,000 tough veterans in battle who were at least backed by Javier's immense wealth. It is not a small number to ignore.
All Javier needs is the desire to arm his soldiers, and he will have destructive power in his hands. The cunning old fox must have been worried about this potential for destruction since he had decided to take the soldiers away from him.
Well, okay by him. The old fox could keep it to himself. The soldiers have always lived off the wealth of his family, while the objective of Javier's investigation has been achieved. Having someone else to manage it for her was not a bad call.
The only regret that resulted from this exchange was that Herschel missed this pleasure. “Aww, that's too bad. You finally have to act like a commander, and now you're back to being my bodyguard before you really enjoy yourself.”
Herschel looked equally helpless. "I know?! I told Kenzo, man. 'You have to let me be the second person or something.' I said, 'At least let me be the captain!' I can't be under Levi and Gabby, you know what I say?” He's babbling. “But what do I get? Well, Kenzo kicked me all the way home to be your bodyguard again!”
Javier puffed smoke and sneered. “Aww, feel disadvantaged?”
Herschel waving, “Naaaah. I know Kenzo is doing this for my own good. You're the best weapon, boss. I'm staying by your side means I'm the right hand of the future king, right? The royal knight armed with a bright future, amirite?
“But I must admit.. I personally prefer to fight. It was the kind of place where I felt freest.”
Javier understands exactly what Herschel is thinking. He means what he says.
“That's a matter of the future, huh? For now, Mackenzie has a job for you, and that is to be my driver. So do your job well, okay? Hey, if it wasn't for you, I would have died today! I have to thank you for this.”
“Please, I know you'll be fine. You're just worried about the kid.”
Javier tensing. “Wah. You really noticed me, didn't you? Am I under surveillance?”
Herschel laughed dryly. “Oh, we met this afternoon, boss. You managed to destroy one of your own drones.”
Javier's back on his feet. He thought the people who were following him were Lloyd's men, but as it turned out, it was really Herschel and his new friends. He brought two members, he said. One was a runner, and the other was a professional behind the wheel.
Of course, this was their side skill. Their main prowess lies in their combat and espionage skills, including their ability to repel people from their stench. In other words, Herschel has established security details for Javier.
"Thul? You formed a team to protect me? ” Javier intonation. “Do you have to do it? It feels like we're forming a band.”
"Oh, yes, we should" Herschel replied without further ado. “Kenzo is open about it. He says you'll be his boss in the future, so your protection and safety are paramount. And he's right, you know. This incident proves that you need that level of protection
“Stay, I must praise you for being so cunning, boss. Both of them are really good at stalking their targets, but you end up confusing them enough to throw it away.”
Herschel's only complimentary effect was to make Javier feel the urge to kick his ball. Mackenzie must have found Javier pretty well because she knew he was going to be "a future frontier" - hers. After all, the cunning old fox would never tell Mackenzie about this.
To be honest, the most cunning of them all was the cunning old fox itself. He knows everything and is able to stand in the way of anything he likes. A cunning old man would never let a secret like this come out.
After all, her slightly expanded security detail was now part of her life, so she might let them stay. To be honest, today's incident proved that without Herschel's timely rescue, Javier would be history.
With that thought in mind, he turned to look at the fake poor man. It was the perfect disguise. People often forget that they are there, and even the police often miss them during investigations. Who wants to spend their time interacting with bums asking for food and money?
That was why it would be easy for a hit man to escape like that after his job was done.
It was a pity that this poor man had not managed to escape. Now, he had to tell Javier the truth. Javier can't wait to be amazed by the true identity of the deranged boy who has hired an assassin to kill him.
