Chapter 252

In the intensive care unit of Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospital in New York, an old man with all kinds of infusion tubes and oxygen tubes inserted all over his body is lying quietly on the hospital bed. His eyes are sharp and divine. He doesn't look like a patient who has just regained consciousness.

And now standing at the head of the bed to check his body is not a doctor, nurse, or children, but an old man with the same gray hair and trembling movements who looks about to go into the coffin.

I saw the latter holding a colorful shimmering crystal, gently placed it on the former's forehead, and then whispered a language that others could not understand.

About two or three minutes later, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and said in a voice worse than crying: "Mr. Councillor, your body has been eroded by Alchemy so much that I can't help it. Your life will come to an end in 12 hours at most. Please prepare for the future as soon as possible. You know that although you have made many friends during your reign, you also have many enemies. It's hard to guarantee that they won't retaliate against your offspring afterwards."

Obviously, there was no one else lying in the hospital bed. It was Senator miles, one of the most powerful people in New York and the real ruler of Brooklyn.

He wore a free and easy smile on his face, as if he didn't pay attention to death at all, and whispered consolation: "Oh, don't worry, Francis, I understand my physical condition and what has happened outside recently. You know? I have made countless important decisions in my life, but never one can be more important than the decision I made today."

"Do you mean the young wizard who suddenly appeared?" the old man called Francis asked carefully.

"That's right! A young man who is mysterious, dangerous and holds knowledge and power I've never seen before. From him, I feel infinite potential, especially the alchemy used in these bottles of magic potions is completely different from the alchemy I learned. Do you know what this means?" With that, miles picked up a few bottles of low-grade magic drugs placed on the bedside table.

Francis frowned and thought about it for a few seconds. He quickly shook his head. "Sorry, sir, I don't know anything about alchemy. I can't understand what you mean."

Miles took a deep breath and sighed softly: "Yes! Even you who have been with me for 50 years can't understand it, and others don't understand how important it is. Alchemy is essentially a magical skill to change matter through energy. As a person who uses this skill, he will inevitably be affected in the process of material and energy transformation again and again. My broken body is the best proof. But he, he The alchemy technology used perfectly solves this problem. The medicine does not contain any impurities and is pure like a work of art. I have enough reason to think that he will one day be able to break the boundary between life and death and achieve the two ultimate goals of alchemy - the resurrection of the dead and eternal life. "

"I see! You want a chance from him to come back from the dead!" Francis showed an expression of enlightenment.

"That's right! Although this is probably just an extravagant hope that can never be realized, it's much better than dying forever, isn't it? What's more, none of my descendants has the talent of alchemy. Instead of leaving my efforts to them to bring disaster, I'd better give it to this young wizard in exchange for his protection."

While saying this, miles glanced at his granddaughter, who was only ten years old last year, sitting in a chair outside the ward. Her face was full of pain and helplessness.

No one knows better than him the cruel law of survival in the underground world.

Once he dies as a congressman, the guy who has been suppressed and punished by him will come out of the dark corner and launch a cruel revenge.

Perhaps the allies will look after his family in the past, but with the passage of time, the love will eventually fade. Maybe a few months, maybe a few years, the guy hiding in the dark will certainly find an appropriate time to complete revenge, and then pretend to be a homicide or accident in the world of ordinary people.

A similar situation occurred during Myers's tenure as a member of Parliament, and all of them ended up without exception.

No one would want to revenge another user of supernatural power for a group of cold bodies.

If he doesn't want his family to be slaughtered after his death, the only way is to find a strong enough protector by means of interest exchange before he dies.

Francis was undoubtedly well aware of his master who had served him for 50 years. At the moment, he was thinking about something in his mind and said softly: "Sir, in fact, you don't have to worry too much. At least before the end of the war game, no one will dare to act rashly, otherwise he will be the enemy of all the Lords in Brooklyn, unless he is an idiot or madman. After the end of the war game, the new Congressman will try his best to restore stability in the District, otherwise it is not enough to compete with other old congressmen Competition. "

"I understand everything you said, but the question is how do you know that there are not one or two lunatics among my enemies? Remember Patty? I heard that she recently returned to New York by smuggling. Isn't it enough to make me vigilant?"

"Patty?! a siren who killed 35 adult men in a week? My God! This crazy woman is back? What does she want?" Francis's voice revealed tension and fear.

"I don't know! For the better, she wants to recapture her own territory. For the worse, she comes back to revenge me for depriving her lord title and status. No matter which one, Brooklyn won't be too calm. Coupled with the constant desire of the witch Catherine, the situation has become more and more complex and has long been beyond my control. OK, Now go downstairs to meet my guests. Calculate the time. He should be here... "

Miles obviously didn't want to reveal more secrets to his servant. He waved his hand hard and signaled that the other party could leave.

"As you wish." Francis touched his chest with one hand, bowed deeply, turned and pushed the door out of the intensive care unit.

He even ignored the men and women who came up to inquire about miles' health. He took the elevator to the hall on the first floor and waited patiently for the guests.

About five or six minutes later, an insignificant silver gray car stopped at the gate of the hospital.

Through the unobstructed windshield, Francis clearly saw the people sitting in the car. He immediately ran over, opened the door with his own hands and greeted with a smile: "good afternoon, Mr. Zhang, the master has been waiting for you for a long time. If you don't mind, can you go to the ward upstairs with me now? You know that there is not much time left for you to talk..."