【Angel Night】Shrub

Chapter 11

There are derogatory terms, please beware of lightning

As his face was pressed hard against the cold concrete, Kurt finally realized he was being held.

His employer told him what was to be stolen was a document locked in a safe in his office on the sixth floor of the building.Kurt got the address of the building, and he sat quietly by the Seine all night, and went in to open a cabinet the next day as soon as he rushed to work at the bank.Holding the key, he hesitated at the door of the bank, and finally walked into their basement on the back street.

Kurt lingered at the door for a while, distraught and unwilling to be discovered by Warren.He slipped the key into the sill of the little window in the basement, removed the landlord's pot of hydrangea without authorization, and hid the key under the pot, waiting for Warren to find it and then spend the money.He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt a sigh of relief. All the money on his body had been deposited in that bank. Kurt took another look at the pot of hydrangea, took off the giant clam cross that had been hanging around his neck and put it in the bank. By the side, he teleported away without hesitation.

He squatted on the rooftop opposite the building until night fell, and soon moved in.Kurt has a unique talent in the world, entering the building as if no one is there, and he easily found the safe.It took him little trouble to pick the lock and get the document.Kurt looked at the cover of the document, and a trance clutched him.He got his hands dirty and didn't dare to face Ji's own beliefs, but he was discovered before he could evacuate with the documents.

Only then did he realize that he couldn't escape, the office was surrounded by power grids, and as long as he tried to teleport away from here, he would be attacked by high-voltage current.Kurt has been targeted for a long time, and now he is just catching a turtle in the urn.

The heavily armed thugs filed in and surrounded Kurt, and he lost his last chance to escape.There was an electric shock collar around his neck, and the other end was chained to a pole in the office. Kurt couldn't break free from this collar. It was a special collar with a layer of fine barbs inside. It plunged into the flesh, and what greeted him was a high-intensity electric shock.

Kurt could only give up resistance.One of the thugs approached him with a gun and pinned his head hard to the ground. Then the other thugs surrounded him and started a new round of punching and kicking.

Blood flowed down his forehead, Kurt's vision was blurred, the thugs seemed to be beating him one after another, and one of them had a crowbar in his hand.The metal fell heavily on the flesh, causing tearing pain. Kurt screamed tragically, and was immediately gagged with a cotton cloth by a thug.

He curled up in pain, and was brutally pulled away by the assailants. His lower leg bone was broken, and three ribs may be broken. Kurt only hoped that it would not get stuck in his lung.All the attacks against him suddenly stopped, his eyes were slack, and it took him a long time to see that there was an extra pair of leather shoes in front of him.

His gaze gradually moved up, and the owner of the leather shoes squatted down cooperatively. Kurt finally saw who it was, and the blood all over his body was instantly cold to the bone.

It turned out that everything was a game, and he was firmly played in the palm of his hand.

"I told you," said the steward who hired him, laughing, "someone took something from our boss."

It was noon the next day when Warren woke up.

His headache was about to burst, and he got up from the ground, his whole body ached from the night of sleeping on the roof.Warren sat on the ground in a daze for a while, using his wings to sweep away those soda cans that were in the way.A man nicknamed Angel lived a life of night and day. He laughed at himself and flew back to his villa from here slowly.

He flew into his room through the window, unexpectedly there was already a person standing inside.His father's secretary waited reverently for his return before delivering the boss' message.Warren's father asked him to go back to the old house.

Warren gave a mocking smile: "What? What stupid idea does he have again? Want me to go on a blind date?"

The secretary ignored the mockery in his tone, bowed and left after completing the work he should do.Warren didn't make things difficult for him either. Their father-son relationship had dropped to zero since he came home from Paris. The gap between them would never be healed. Warren would never forget what his father had done.

He finally couldn't sit still that day, and his uneasiness gradually expanded in Warren's heart. He hadn't seen Kurt since the nightclub left. He only found a bank safe key and Kurt's key under the flowerpot that suddenly appeared. cross.From his understanding of Kurt, he wouldn't be the kind of person who left without saying goodbye.Warren searched the streets and alleys of Paris following the bank marked with the key, and finally found Kurt covered in blood next to a garbage recycling station.

Warren was in a frenzy, and the people who threw Kurt here seemed to think that he didn't have more than a few days to live, so they just threw him like garbage.Kurt managed to hold on, but there was only one breath left.Warren carried him to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. The taxi driver looked at the dying mutant in horror, and none of them stopped in front of them.Warren held Kurt and flew all the way to the nearest hospital, wishing he could grow wings and fly to the destination immediately, but their problems were still not over when they arrived at the hospital.

The hospital was not happy to admit mutants. The doctor spoke a lengthy paragraph of French to Warren. Warren could barely make out the words "diagnosis" and "guarantee deposit". The money that went into the bank was stuffed into the doctor's pocket together. The doctor frowned and reluctantly agreed to treat Kurt.

Kurt's situation was not optimistic. His spleen was cracked, his tail was almost broken, and he had fractures of varying degrees of severity. The doctor explained the patient's condition in broken English, and Kurt was in danger.

Hospitalization is almost an unavoidable fact. The nurse led Warren to pay the bills. She frowned and calculated the medical expenses that needed to be paid in advance, as well as various procedures for hospitalization.Warren concealed the fact that Kurt had no documents. The nurse looked at him in a state of dismay, and couldn't understand why he was so troubled by a mutant. She calculated the money and reported a huge number to Warren.

Once Warren's heart hit rock bottom, money wasn't an issue for him before, but everything has changed since he came to France.The fee was undoubtedly an astronomical figure, and they couldn't afford it no matter what. Warren went into the treatment room again, and Kurt was still lying unconscious on the bed.

Warren smiled at the nurse and said in French, already fluent, "Hi, I'd like to borrow the phone."

"I thought I would never get a call from you in my life." Few people knew the phone number of Worthington's private house. After receiving the call from Warren, the butler asked him to wait in a calm tone. About 2 hours later A minute or so later, his father finally picked up the phone and pretended to be flattered.

Warren was silent for a moment before speaking: "I need money."

"That's the first thing you said to your long-lost father? Asking for money?" Mr. Worthington sneered, "Why should I give you money?"

"I will promise you whatever you ask, but I need money now, so give me the money first, and then I will obey you." Warren said irritably, tapping the table anxiously with one hand.

"Who do you think you are? Stop putting gold on your face. The only thing you can boast about in this life is that you were born and became my son!" His father said angrily, "Give you money so that you can save That mutant beast? Don't even think about it."

"You did it?" Warren suddenly understood why. He growled and almost kicked over the desk in the nurse's station. "You asked someone to beat him! You wanted to kill him! Just because your son didn't want to live Under your control!?"

"That's what you made him do!" Warren Worthington II suppressed his anger, "I can give you money to save that demon, but you have to go home! Go home! Or just watch him die there, and I will provide you with funeral expenses for free!"

Warren's hands were shaking with anger, and he tried to calm himself. People in the hospital lobby were watching him, and he didn't mind being surrounded.Kurt, he recalled Kurt's hands getting colder, and the doctor's words.There was no way out, he thought desperately, the only thing he could do was compromise.

"I agree, you call me the money first." Warren tried his best to maintain a calm tone, "I'll go home."

His father's tone softened: "Then you get on the plane now, my people are at the entrance of the hospital, you don't have to worry about the mutant, and you don't have to worry about the medical expenses, as long as you come back."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I need your promise." Warren held up the phone, and from the corner of his eye he saw a few well-trained men in black rushing into the hospital, and the leader nodded politely to him. Wait by the side.His subordinates carried the box into Kurt's treatment room, "I want you to cure him without reservation, and promise not to hurt him, and then find him a place to stay."

"You have too many demands, this is not a good deal." His father replied displeased.

Warren held his breath. "Agreed, or let your people fish my body in the Seine tomorrow."

"..." His father made a concession, "You go home with the bodyguard, and you are never allowed to see that mutant again."

"Okay." Warren agreed to his request. He hung up the phone, and the bodyguard made an invitation gesture in front of him. His face was expressionless, and the pain in his heart was overwhelming.

He never went to Paris again. ???

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