519 A Necessary Help (1/2)
Chapter 519: A Necessary Help
Translator: _Min_Editor: Caron_
Inside the Empire Hotel, Carmen put the phone on the desk, picked up a wine glass, and walked back to the window. The night had cast its terror on the city. Carmen stared at his reflection in the window as well as the street lit up by police lights. He grinned.
The vivid, bright liquid swirled together and added a hint of menace to his smile.
An armored vehicle full of special forces disappeared at the end of the street and helicopters hovered above the Ber sky.
The door to the presidential suite opened.
Johnson, in a black suit, walked inside and quietly closed the door behind him.
”The actors have left the stage.”
”Great.”
Carmen's fingers rhythmically tapped the wineglass as he seemed to be deep in thought.
Johnson, who stood behind him, held his breath while waiting for an order.
”Johnson.”
Johnson raised his chest.
”Yes!”
But to his surprise, his boss didn't give him an order but rather, spoke slowly and meaningfully.
”Ber is an interesting place.”
Carmen's words made Johnson feel puzzled as he searched for an explanation from his boss.
Perhaps Carmen saw Johnson's confusion through the reflection in the window - he smiled.
”Johnson, you were part of Fran's expat army, right?”
”Yes, boss,” Johnson replied in a deep voice.
”What's the closest scene that you have seen that resembled hell?” Carmen quietly asked.
Johnson carefully recollected a memory before he answered.
”In 2008, during a peacekeeping mission in Haiti, we were traveling with the peacekeepers whose task was to maintain local order and our task was to rescue the French diplomats besieged in the embassy. When we left the city, we encountered an attack from the opposition's armed forces... They were an army and thought we were an international food aid organization. In a country where 15 presidents were overthrown in 72 years, there was no reason for rationality and our commander was decisive. There was no communication - they fired first and we fought back immediately. They blocked us, so we killed our way through.
”How many people died?” Carmen said nonchalantly.
Johnson shook his head.
”That operation wasn't recorded on file; I only remember a lot of people fell that day.”
Death didn't seem to bother him. But Carmen's face reflected in the wine glass had a greater menace written on it.
”Is that the worst hell you've seen? That's too minor.” Carmen grinned.
Johnson shrugged. ”In modern warfare, not a lot of people die.”
”Is that so?”
Carmen spoke with an underlying meaning. He left the window and placed his wine on an expensive redwood table.
”This city is fortunate enough to witness history again. Johnson, remember what I said today. The decision made by the Rothschild family today is to prevent hell from breaking out.”
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”As you wish.” Johnson nodded.
”Also, I need you to do something else for me.”
When Johnson heard his boss had a mission for him, he immediately put on a serious expression and stood up straight.
”On your command.”