Chapter 9 (2/2)
Rogers looked even more delighted after seeing his reaction.
His eyes are s.h.i.+ne and glisten like a wild animal, the last person who saw him like this has already become dried-up bones under a tombstone.
However, in the end, Rogers didn't do anything.
He turned and left Rand's apartment, he went straight to the ground floor and then started up his car and proceeded to drive out to the outskirts.
As far as Rogers was concerned, everything went super smoothly, except that he received a call from Carolyn midway through—
”Yes, I am very sorry, but it was just a cat, that's all! A single cat... Okay, okay, I admit I have made a mistake...”
Carolyn's att.i.tude toward Rand sustaining injuries can only be described as ”hysterical”, and Rogers even began to rejoice that he took Rand back home before returning to his car— If this was at his home, he would have been very worried that Carolyn's raging roars over the phone would wake up Rand, who was fast asleep with a high fever.
Of course, Rogers would not admit that a large part of Caroline's raging roars was related in great part regarding his current actions too: he left Rand alone and was driving to the outskirts.
”...I have set up more than enough traps around his room, I swear there won't have any problems whatsoever... G.o.d, ah. Must you endlessly nag about the issue of that cat?”
......
”Okay, I admit that there is a reason for me to be out of the city. I will go back very soon to protect our 'princess' Your Majesty, and I swear that during this short time, an evil dragon will not eat him up. Really, I can't understand what you guys are thinking, I mean, Rand is just an ordinary person. Why do you act like he will be killed by someone in the next second?”
Rogers said this to Carolyn with a trace of deliberate malicious intentions. This was no accident, the other party evades this topic. After the ultimatum, Carolyn hangs up the telephone.
Rogers smirked listening to the busy tone in the receiver. Unlike the gloomy tone on the phone, his face actually had a kind of cheerful smile from start to finish.
He hummed songs with a lively tone and drove the car onto a bypath. Next to a vast stretch of a birch grove, the long-since rusted barbed wire hangs the ”private property, no trespa.s.sing” sign, behind it is a rotted and dilapidated house, it appears that no one has been in it for very many years.
Rogers opened the lock on the barbed wire and drove the car in— the muddy driveway was dried stiff by being basked in the scorching sun, but there were tire prints were still visible on top— As Rogers drives over them now, it can be seen that they are exactly the same.
He parked the car in the garage and opened the trunk.
The strong smell of blood and rot come flying out like a wild beast, Mrs. Smith's body was unnaturally twisted and stuffed in there.
A single house fly flew in and came to a stop on her fractured skull. Her comically arranged face came into view, her mouth was wide open, and her purple-red tongue was hanging out at her throat.
Rogers poked at her eyebrow.
”Hush,” he said to her cautiously and solemnly, ”You should be quiet. Oh, that's right, you should also take care to keep your cat properly under control.”
He said.
(TN: Cough, hate to break it to you, Rogers, there isn't an evil dragon but there is a scaley being wanting to eat Princess Rand up in his home! That's okay though, no need to slay it, I promise it's a good boy! )
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