Chapter 444 - 444: Thunderous Sound

If the intruder only touched the oil painting, it meant that he had a clear intention.

Jessica looked close at the painting and did not see anything strange. Since she entered the presidential palace, she has almost stayed in this room every day, and never paid attention to the oil painting.

James has stridden to the left side of the bed, with his fingers touching the lower-left corner of the oil painting. Jessica opened her eyes wide. Unexpectedly, oil painting automatically moved away.

The wall was concave with a small cube, which seemed to have put something inside.

James punched the oil painting, and the glass of the painting frame turned into pieces. The oil painting shook a few times and finally hit the ground.

"Interrogate suspicious servants and bodyguards harshly and ask them where the thing has gone!"

The thunderous sound made Jessica panic.

Finding that James was looking at her, Jessica was scared and stepped back. Was he going to torture her again?

James looked so ferocious that Jessica was afraid. Although she did not know what he was going to do to her, she shook her head subconsciously. All that came to her mind was that he had abused her body. The private part where she had been hit healed and hurt again. There had never been a time when she had never hurt.

Suddenly, with a thump, Jessica stepped on something, and she sat heavily on the ground. The tears in the corner of her eye almost fell, but she ignored, and just wanted to run away from him.

James glanced at Jessica and took a few steps forward with long legs to pick her up from the ground.

"James, no!"

"Don't you want to go to the princess's wedding to help?"

Jessica punched the fist in the man's chest. Did he want her now?

Seeing that she no longer moved, James directly pulled her out.

Where was he going? Jessica was terrified again, but she did not dare to ask, so she could only stagger and be dragged away by him.

Jessica was pulled downstairs by James, who then opened the elevator door. In the elevator, Jessica felt the surrounding air was getting colder and colder, and she knew it was leading to the bas.e.m.e.nt.

As the elevator door was opened, a strange and disgusting smell fluttered. Jessica even smelled blood, sweat, and underground moisture, vaguely hearing painful groans and desperate pleas.

A bodyguard led the way ahead. It's large here. The usual bas.e.m.e.nt was for sundries, but it's more like a prison here.

In one separate room, a man was chained to the cross, and the other room was locked up with six or seven people, men, and women.

"My Prince, we are still interrogating these people." A man said respectfully.

"Those people don't have to be interrogated." James pointed to the servants and bodyguards crawling on the ground.

When they heard James' words, they immediately bowed their heads on the ground and said, "Thank you, My Prince."

It seemed to them to be acquitted. All of a sudden, they were grateful, and their forehead thumped on the ground, even if they broke their head.

Next second, however, James took Jessica's hand and put a gun in her hand.

"Didn't you ask me something?" James smiled wantonly and said, "Kill them, or let them kill you."

With that, before Jessica could react, she was locked up in the room.

Several people in the room were unable to provide alibis after James lost his thing, so they were arrested and tortured. At present, the gun in Jessica's hand was their hope. As long as they got the weapon, they would be able to get out of here alive!

There have been two or three bodyguards rushed to Jessica, who was panicked and repeatedly walked back. Did James want her to die?

Danger, despair, and death were approaching. Jessica's dark eyes were full of panic.

The tall man stood outside the door like a dark devil.

He listened to the constant sound of gunfire and screamed in the room as if he were listening to melodious classical music.

At last, the gunshots in the room stopped, and James ordered a bodyguard to open the door.

As the door was opened, a thick smell of blood came, and there was no movement in the room for a long time.

All the people in there were dead?

James was expressionless but quivered slightly. This woman let him be more and more out of control, and her death might not be a big deal.

"Go in and get rid of their bodies."

When James wanted to step out, he heard a low sobbing from the room and then suddenly paused.

James didn't move forward, but he stepped into the room covered with blood.

The bodies all over the floor fell in a pool of blood. In the corner, the only survivor knelt on the ground, scratching the wall and crying.

Jessica killed people for the first time. They had rushed to rob her of the gun, and they had scuffled each other.

She had tried to awaken their reason with words, trying to say that she could ask James to let them go, but there was only one thought left in their mind: kill them and escape.

But in any case, she did kill people, and she shot at the moment of her death.

James bent down and lifted her chin, "You're doing great."

Jessica was still crying, and the lips were still shaking up and down for fear.

James picked her up, pressed her against the wall, took out a white silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suit, and carefully wiped her tears.

Jessica was frightened, and she was held by the man against the wall. She dared not open her eyes because the floor was covered with dead bodies and bright red blood.

"Open your eyes and look at me." Jessica's eyelashes quivered slightly, and her eyes trembled open.

James squinted slightly and found there were a few drops of blood on her face.

There was a little blood on her lips, and his look fell on the bloodstained lips.

His long fingers broke into the long hair of the woman and suddenly felt that the blood on her lips was an eyesore.

With his head down, James kissed her soft lips with great aggression.