Chapter 172: Eroica (8)

Chapter 172: Eroica (8)

Chapter 172 Eroica (8)

A deafening blast froze everyone in the gallery.

The Parisians, who had experienced several terror attacks, felt a flash of old nightmares in their minds.

Didnt I tell you to stay away!

Jerome Kerbier shouted furiously.

His bulging eyes were shaking so much that anyone could tell he was out of his mind.

Hyeeek.

Vida Rabani couldnt keep his sanity. He trembled and cried in the sudden horror.

Jerome pressed the muzzle of his gun against the boys jaw again.

The heat from the fired bullet hadnt cooled down, and the boys tender skin blistered.

Aaaaaah!

Stay still!

The boy writhed in pain from his burning skin, but Jeromes arm was too strong for the 15-year-old boy who hadnt grown much due to malnutrition.

Everyone who witnessed the situation frowned.

They were afraid that the gun in his hand would point at them.

As soon as the security guards tried to draw their guns, Jerome aimed his gun at them.

Dont try anything funny. Do you want to see this kid die?

Huueeeng.

The security guards had no choice but to let go of their guns.

Vida Rabani didnt know why he got involved in this mess.

Was it because he nagged his mother to buy him a new pastel?

If he hadnt come to the gallery and begged at the subway station as his uncle told him to, this wouldnt have happened.

He just wanted to eat some candy.

He just wanted to see Henri Marsos work.

He didnt know why he had to go through such a scary thing.

He could only shed tears endlessly.

Meanwhile, Michelle Platini, who was in a meeting, sensed something was wrong and went outside.

The staff were very anxious by the gunshot, and Michelle approached the three people gathered by the stairs.

Whats going on?

She asked cautiously.

Andreas Farmer showed her the CCTV screen on his smartphone.

She covered her mouth as she saw the hostage situation on the first floor.

The boy who had been visiting the Marso gallery for a month was held hostage by Jerome Kerbier.

The sobbing sound was clearly heard through the stairs.

It seems he has a grudge against the artist. The police will be here soon.

Arsene explained the situation, but it was hard to accept.

Michelle turned her head and fixed her eyes on Henri, who was watching the CCTV.

He was biting his lower lip with his eyes narrowed.

It was a nervous look that he rarely showed.

My God.

Soon, Michelle also spotted a boy crouching behind Jerome Kerbier.

It was Kohoon.

He must have failed to escape because he was too close.

Come out right now!

Jerome yelled.

I know youre here! If you dont come out, this kids life is over!

Huuuuuuuung.

Michelle grabbed Henri.

She was very worried about the boy, but she couldnt let Henri Marso face that madman.

Then.

Stop it.

A voice filled with anger rang out softly.

That idiot.

Henri Marso muttered.

No one could move recklessly, no matter who the hostage was, but Kohoon was different.

The criminal must have known who Kohoon was. He could have easily judged that he was a more advantageous hostage than the Muslim boy.

The situation would only get worse.

Henri Marso clenched his fist and glared at Jerome on the CCTV screen.

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I shouldnt go out.

If something goes wrong, Ill leave my grandfather alone.

I have a mountain of works that I want to see and countless things that I want to draw.

I cant waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I cant lose my grandfather.

But.

I cant forget the sound of that child crying.

Can I subdue that man?

No.

It might be possible if he was as frail as Henri Marso. But as long as the gun is in his hand, he wont tolerate a single mistake.

Come out right now!

He seems to have a grudge against Marso.

As he took his eyes off Henri Marso, the security guard came and dragged me away.

I managed to keep some distance, but I couldnt leave him alone. I watched the situation behind the wall.

So. What do you want? To die together?

Huhuhuhuhu.

A nasty laugh.

Dont be so scared. I dont intend to kill you.

Its very simple. All you have to do is confess in front of these people that you embezzled the Antermittang grant. And that you framed me and the association members to cover it up.

Nonsense.

Youre just telling the truth, right? If youre just a little honest, you and everyone here can be safe.

He threw the child aside and took out his smartphone.

Whether the security guards protected the child or not, he filmed Marso with his left hand.

Youd better not say anything useless. I dont even know what Ill do.

That kind of statement would be useless.

He was a planner, but he was sloppy.

Henri Marso looked incredulous.

Well. A thousand people have joined, so lets wait a little. If its Henri Marsos national apology broadcast, we should at least see tens of thousands, right?

I thought he was filming a video, but he turned out to be streaming online.

Now, kneel down.

What?

Kneel down. Kneel. Beg. To me. To the association members who were unjustly expelled.

I didnt know who he was, but I had a little idea of what he was thinking.

He had repeated lies to himself until he believed his own lies.

According to Henri Marso, everything was following the legal procedure, but if he wasnt a fool, he wouldnt think he could win the trial with this ridiculous blackmail broadcast.

This was a nasty play to destroy Henri Marsos pride and humiliate him.

Henri Marso, who had more pride as an artist than anyone else, couldnt say or do such things in front of others.

He wanted to completely destroy his precious pride.

He knew Marso well.

Bang!

The gun pointed at Marso spewed fire.

Henri!

Master!

Marso!

My heart didnt calm down even though I saw the bullet miss and hit the stairs.

What are you hesitating for!

Henri Marso looked down at him with his chin up, even though a bullet had flown at him.

And he opened his mouth without a hint of hesitation.

Go to hell.

Me too.

He and everyone else were speechless at Henri Marsos defiance.

You think Ill beg you just because you have a gun? Dont be delusional. I wont listen to a word from a criminal like you.

Henri Marso sneered and pulled his chin up.

Have you looked up how to dispose of burning trash?

Shut up! Do you want to die? Beg! Beg me!

The man, high on drugs, threatened Marso with his gun again.

He knew he could lose his life, but Marso laughed.

Id rather die than live shamefully like you. Unlike you, I have a sense of dignity.

Marso took a step forward.

The man took a step back.

Dont come closer! Ill shoot. Ill shoot!

Shoot.

Another step. And another.

I told you not to come!

Marso approached him fearlessly.

I couldnt lose him like this.

He hadnt finished the painting that showed a more beautiful color than any other work I had seen.

I didnt know what amazing works he would create in the future.

He was a lunatic, but I couldnt help but expect something from him.

I never got bored talking to him for hours. His pride based on his strong ego was annoying, but sometimes I envied him.

I envied his confidence, which I could never have, and I nodded at his skills, which justified it.

He always taught me something new, no matter what we talked about. He seemed like a madman, but he was a deep friend.

I didnt want to lose him.

As the man moved his finger to pull the trigger, I moved without thinking.

Ouch!

I pushed away the security guards hand and shoved the man with all my strength.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

Henri Marso pinned the man to the marble floor.

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1)The 2015 le-de-France attacks, the Saint-Quentin-Fallavier attack, the 2016 Nice attack, the 2016 Saint-tienne-du-Rouvray church attack, the 2018 Strasbourg shooting, and the 2020 Nice Notre-Dame basilica stabbing.