After Charles left, Audrey said to Nick angrily, "Can't you be more polite to the financier who invited us to Europe? And are you an idiot? Who would say that to someone's face like that? "
"Alright, I said that on purpose. I just wanted to see Charles' expression and hear his answer," Nick replied nonchalantly.
Although eating roast lamb was also very attractive to him, Nick didn't immediately agree to Charles's invitation just for the sake of eating roast lamb. "Didn't you see the news?
There's news that William Devonshire came to Monte Carlo, and Charles said that he was going to the casino not to play, but to meet William Devonshire. "
"You mean he lied to us?" Audrey asked doubtfully, "But can't Charles go to the casino to play after meeting? And why did he have to tell us about his meeting with William? "
"Damn it, did you read those detective novels for nothing?" Nick rolled his eyes at his wife and said, "Based on my twenty years of experience as a police officer, the masterminds behind the scenes are often those who seem to have nothing to do with the murder."
Thinking about the novels she read and the case she heard Nick talk about before, Audrey couldn't help but think. Nick said proudly, "Think about it again. A few days ago, we just got off the plane and Charles took us to Paris to meet William.
Is there a suspicion of using us as a cover? "
"Now that you mention it, that does seem to be the case." After thinking about it, Audrey nodded in agreement with Nick.
The couple and Charles met by chance and had only known each other for a few hours on the plane. Normally, even if everyone got along well, it would be reasonable to bring him to their own house.
However, it would be unreasonable to bring a new friend to a completely unrelated relative's house as a guest.
Looking at Nick's expression, Audrey understood and asked, "You want to get Charles drunk later and take the opportunity to ask something?"
"Hehe, as expected of my baby who has been married to me for twelve years. You can immediately understand what I'm thinking." Nick happily kissed Audrey on the lips.
"If we want to clear our suspicion and return to the United States earlier, we can only find the murderer ourselves. Otherwise, if it drags on for ten days to half a month, or even longer, then both of us will lose our jobs."
"Okay." Speaking of work, Audrey, who was originally afraid of danger, was immediately defeated by the pressure of life. "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Half an hour later, Charles, who had changed into ordinary clothes, brought the Spitz couple to an Arab restaurant not far from the hotel and ordered a roasted lamb and beer.
Fortunately, this was Monte Carlo, and Charles and the other two did not look like Arabs. It was not surprising that the restaurant would serve them wine.
As soon as the wine was served, Mr. and Mrs. Spitz took turns clinking glasses with Charles, but they had seriously underestimated Charles' capacity for alcohol.
After drinking four one-liter glasses of beer, Charles didn't blush at all. He didn't have any reaction at all. He even took off his coat comfortably and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt to reveal his chest. He looked like he had to drink beer like this, which made Nick and Audrey, who had drunk two glasses each, feel a little helpless.
They looked at each other and could not help but think of a countermeasure. However, before they could think for long, a gunshot came from outside the restaurant. Then, Charles, who was pouring beer into his mouth, fell to the carpet with a plop.
There was a bloody hole in his chest, and blood was gushing out.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The sudden gunshot scared Audrey and she immediately screamed, causing Nick's ears to buzz.
Fortunately, Nick was a veteran with twenty years of police service. He endured the discomfort and pulled Audrey down. They hid under the table and observed for a few seconds. After confirming that there was no gunman, Nick stood up and carefully rushed in the opposite direction of where Charles had fallen.
He rushed to the stone pillar of the restaurant and circled around a few times. After confirming that there was no gunman, he ran back to Charles and checked his injuries.
"What the hell?" Nick's heart skipped a beat when he saw the wound on his chest that kept bleeding. This f * cking shot his heart. Even God couldn't save him.
"Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep." The sound of an ambulance alarm came from afar. Nick quickly got up and rushed out of the restaurant. He saw an ambulance not far away.
Nick, who couldn't care less, rushed directly to the ambulance, took out his police ID, pointed at the restaurant and shouted to the driver.
"There is a gunshot wound in the chest. Hurry up and save him."
"Damn it, we also have people in the car who need first aid. Get out of the way, get out of the way."
Audrey, who followed them out, was smart. She rolled her eyes and shouted to the driver and the two doctors who had already gotten out of the car, "Listen, guys, the injured person is England's Viscount Charles Cavendish.
He is William Devonshire's uncle. Think about it, think about it carefully. If you save him, I guarantee that William Devonshire, who is in Monte Carlo, will definitely give you a reward of 100,000 US dollars.
No, it's 1 million US dollars, 1 million US dollars, I promise. "
These words were really effective. The two doctors wearing masks only hesitated for a few seconds. They took out a folding stretcher from the ambulance and rushed into the restaurant. They lifted the unconscious Charles and sent him to the ambulance.
Nick, who was about to follow the ambulance, was stopped by the doctor before he could get in the car. "Look, buddy, there are already two people in the car who need first aid. There is no place for you to get in."
Looking at the situation in the car, Nick shook his head helplessly. Then, he heard another doctor who was examining Charles shout, "Damn it, this is a piercing wound to the heart. God, even if he is sent to the emergency room, it will only take five minutes for emergency treatment."
"F * ck," the doctor who was talking to Nick pushed him away. "F * ck, bastard, the one million US dollars is gone, gone, it will take at least five minutes to get to the hospital from here."
As he shouted, the strong doctor slammed the car and shouted, "Drive, drive quickly, for one million US dollars, don't worry about whether you will hit someone or not."
"Beep, beep, beep." Looking at the ambulance that was speeding away, Nick didn't care that he was pushed to the ground just now. He looked helplessly at his wife who was already crying.
"It seems that our guess was wrong. Charles is not the murderer."
Audrey scolded, "Damn it, Nick, you still have the mood to think about who the murderer is at this time."
Audrey, who was scolding her husband, and Nick, who was being scolded without saying a word, didn't know that the patient lying on the stretcher immediately sat up as soon as the ambulance door closed.
He took out a special hemostatic tape from the ambulance's medical kit and stuck it on the bloody hole in Charles' chest. Then, he shouted to the people around him.
"Help him up."
He put the hemostatic tape on the bloody hole in Charles' back again to stop the bleeding. He threw away the tape in his hand, took out a blood drawing instrument, and inserted the needle into the bloody hole that was covered with tape.
He started the blood drawing instrument, and a few seconds later, the blood in the chest cavity was extracted. The chest pressure stabilized, and suddenly, the sound of Charles, who was no longer breathing, was heard.
"God, this guy is alive."
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