The Hero
Chapter 300 The Slum Underworld Celebrities
Somebody shot Chessie, and nobody knows who that guy is
All the texts stated after that are where they are at the time.
Javier wasted no time reporting the address to Herschel. Cars veered sharply from the airport and onto the freeway, flights were cancelled and abandoned.
Faye would never have sent him a message if it wasn't a big deal, and reality made Javier suspicious. When he called her on his personal number, no one picked her up.
That means Chessie's condition is severe enough that she can't pick up her phone.
The revelation moved the deepest part of his anger. What kind of stupid bastard would dare to touch one of his women ?!
His anger even overflowed to Faye. What would he do if the woman he sent to protect ended up getting hurt? And hurt this badly at that! How useless is he?!
Against the ugly flames on his chest, he called Trevor and told him that there was an emergency, so he had to cancel his appearance. Fortunately, the show was not important; the only thing Javier had to mourn was losing the opportunity to see a prototype produced.
No matter how monumental it may be, it is nothing compared to the safety of the Chessie. That was the only thing on his mind now, and he prayed that he would not be in danger.
More than that, he was worried about the identity of whoever had shot him.
Could it be Kerseys?
If it was one of them, then it was the end of the good relationship between him and the cunning old fox. Anyone who dared to touch Chessie had to answer her without exception.
The car went through the asphalt.
It was about eight p.m. when Javier finally arrived at the hospital where Chessie was currently. He is still recuperating in the ICU, but there is a silver lining: After an intense operation similar to the battle between life and death, Chessie has been saved and brought back from the dead and now survives the worst.
The shot went through his back, and because the trajectory was slightly tilted, the bullet hit his heart.
It was this luck that saved him.
Javier meets Faye on his way to the ICU, and he bows his head in fear. He would not raise his face to look into his eyes at all.
To be honest, if he raised his head, Javier would slap his cheek without a word. He had not done so just because he was in no mood to make a move of lifting his head with his chin. He walks into the ICU and is immediately greeted by the sight of Chessie in a coma. She was beautiful, as usual, but her face was colorless. It was very pale.
Next to it, the respirator works with a rhythmic hum. He looked at the ECG screen, and after making sure his heartbeat was flat and normal, he felt his own heart finally calm down.
She stroked Chesie's soft cheeks, stood up, and left. He passed Faye again, and this time, he turned to Herschel and ordered her, “I want you to investigate this. Why was he shot, and who did it?”
Faye is mute, but Javier won't waste his time trying to talk to her by texting her on the phone.
He went to see a doctor as soon as he left the ICU. The doctor turned out to be a professional who cared deeply about his patients. Even though it was late at night, he had not retired to rest. Instead, he found her studying her patient's health report.
When he hears Javier expressing his concerns, he eases his anxiety by ensuring Chessie's recovery. The situation is rather critical, he admitted, but the damage would cause him little harm both in the present and in the future. If no viral infection occurs, and Chessie wakes up, she will be discharged after ten days to half a month of hospitalization.
Javier thanked the doctor several times before returning to the ICU. Herschel had just finished collecting the information Faye had provided at the time and was ready to report her findings.
“It was a famous underground syndicate from another state. They're not just involved in a gang war, boss. They also operate as drug cartels. The conflict between them and Chessie is drug-related. Apparently, they wanted to sell their goods in the Chessie region
after crossing into our country. Chessie fought and kicked them out. They then tried to persuade him to cooperate, but he refused.
“The next thing they did was smuggle their medicines through the Chessie territory, and this time, he called them. The smugglers and their mooks were all arrested and detained by the police, which made the syndicate angry enough that they began plotting revenge. “The leader of this organization is a man named Saul Smith. Reportedly he is nearing his fifties and has been a lowly thug and a gang member forever. He also managed to make a little money for himself—through drugs, no less.”
That was all Herschel knew at the moment, but it was enough for Javier to call. “You take Running Man and GT Racer with you. I want Saul Smith to take me alive.”.
Javier clenched his hand. The only thing that mattered to him was to see the face behind the gun pointed at the woman. How much courage would it take for him to do something stupid like that?
He sat beside Chessie's bed, firmly ignoring Faye, who remained nearby. He also did not make a sound that could catch his attention. He was just standing at the same spot he had taken from the start. He was motionless, quiet, and full of regret
Disappointing Javier is not the biggest reason for his regret. No, it was a fact that he had let Chessie down. Chessie had treated him like a sister, but Faye failed to protect her sister from harm. It tastes bitter to swallow.
Silence stretches. Half an hour later, Chessie finally made her move. Groggy eyes considered the anxiety etched into Javier's face before he breathed weakly. "Why are you here?"
“Enough money, Mom. Will need to get about 95 dollars quickly.”
Chessie laughed, but the act made her wound stretch enough that her excitement choked and grinned as she took a sharp breath.
“God, please don't laugh. Just focus on getting better, okay? I'll deal with b*stard Saul Smith for you.
The only reason Javier knew that name was if Faye told him. Faye was the only one who could tell him about his accident as well.
Chessie turned to look at Faye, whose regret was clearly visible on her face. As she fought back the pain, a smile loomed over Chessie's lips. “Hei, Faya? It's not your fault. It's not your fault that those bastards shot me while you were in the bathroom. There's no way you can go...without urinating, right? It wasn't your fault. That's not at all..your fault.”
Chessie tries to tell Faye not to blame herself for the crimes of others, but more importantly, she tells him to have Javier hear it too. She hoped that the man would save Faye from her anger, so she looked into her eyes with a pleading gaze.
Javier couldn't bear to see her staring at him like that, so he relented and nodded. Turning to Faye, he sighed. "good. It's not your fault to be borne. Go home and rest. I'll accompany Chessie tonight.”
Faye waved, moving a little. He makes some simple marks, telling her that he will stand at the main door to ensure Chessie's safety.
Javier won't argue with him because he insists, so he lets him do what he wants.
She accompanied Chessie for half a night, until she fell asleep with her head drooping on the head of Chessie's bed. She just woke up the next day because her nurse—who didn't seem to think she deserved a warmer welcome— yelled at her.
“Do you really accompany her, young man? Please, the young lady out there is doing a better job than you! He stood out there like a guard dog all night without visiting the bathroom even once!”
He hasn't even visited the bathroom? Faye must have hated herself for what happened to Chessie when she used the toilet, so she didn't dare to go out even to rest in the bathroom.
Chessie woke up at the same time as Javier, so she heard the nurse's words and looked at Javier.
He understood immediately. Rise to his feet, he came out and met the tireless female guard. “Eat something, then sleep in an empty bed next to Chessie. I'm not going to blame you for what happened this time, but if this happens again, I'll tell Ingrid, and you'll get it from him!
It took a small nudge and threat to persuade Faye to leave her post for breakfast, though Javier realized the place she ran straight away was the bathroom…
God knows how much Faye misses the smell of the toilet!
After two days of staying in the ICU, the young woman was transferred to the VIP ward. As can be easily guessed from it
name, it was the type of room reserved for the rich. The more money one can afford to pay, the better care one gets and the more comfortable the environment and facilities are for anyone accompanying the patient.
Chessie's subordinates and the police had been visiting them for two days. As Chessie suffered a near-fatal gunshot wound, the hospital was mandated by law to report it to the police regardless of the wealth of the patient. Chessie, for her part, has it
prepared the reason. As he explained to the officers, he insisted that he did not know why the culprit shot him. He testified that he had no enemies and was unaware of anyone dangerous that he might have hurt
Police may have filed a case regarding Chessie's situation, but so far, their only clue is the watchdog— that had been damaged at the time of the shooting. At the very least, one should admire and thank the law enforcers for their hard work while trying to solve the case. Not even half an hour has passed since the police left when Javier met Herschel, who was returning to the hospital. "We got it, boss."
Javier instructs Faye to look after Chessie. Then, with Herschel in charge, he went to see Mr. Saul Smith, the leader of a large syndicate from their neighboring state. He could not wait to see the man himself. Can't wait to see how big the ball is for him to point the gun at one of his lovers and pull the trigger.
