Female Novel
Chapter 1502
Chapter 1502
Anderson was bored as he wandered around the halls.
Tired of spinning, he climbed onto the couch.
It's a lie to say that he's not scared or lonely. He misses his mommy, misses his daddy.
I miss my grandparents and everyone.
He sat on the sofa, took out the cross pendant his grandfather gave him and repeatedly played with it
in his hands. So far he has not found out what the mystery of this cross is.
But he felt there must be a mechanism, grandfather would not simply give him only a souvenir in that
case.
Otis inspected it on the spot and found nothing.
It must not be easy to notice.
So, what is it exactly?
However, Anderson had long noticed that the cross was engraved with numbers, each of which
seemed to move gently, but no matter how he pressed, there was no response.
He looked and looked. More than once, he wondered if it could be a number-solving game.
Solve the answer, you can open the organ.
But he tried several times but it was not right, and in fact, he could not figure out from inside the
irregular numbers.
He looked at the cross pendant, and Fair's sweet figure suddenly came to mind.
If Fair were here, with her sensitivity to numbers, she might be able to find something.
Just thinking about it, he shook off his head violently.
What was he thinking? The reason why he was taken away under house arrest was related to Fair.
Now he's thinking about her, he's really crazy.
Anderson tossed the pendant aside with some demoralization.
The mind becomes more confused.
But not long after, he picked the pendant back up.
After all, it was something given to him by his grandfather, and he was convinced that there must be a
mystery.
Warlord command room.
Otis sat on the couch, smoking a cigar hard. The ashtray on the coffee table is stuffed with cigarette
butts.
Three days have passed since Mr. Moore was sniped to death.
He felt more distracted than ever before, as he was the only one left at a poker table of four.
Mr. Clark, Senator Hughes were removed by them first, and Mr. Moore was the last one.
Originally thought, Mr. Moore as the director of military intelligence, as a person of the old ruthless, can
not be easily pulled down by them. It was not expected that one bullet would easily send Mr. Moore to
the West.
Eventually, his men found bullet marks as well as shell casings on a television tower nearly a kilometer
away.
Proof that Mr. Moore was shot in the head from a super long distance, the only person who can do it is
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Cecelia was warning him that it would be easy to want him dead and assassinate him.
He had thought that Cecelia would not use such extreme methods in order to avoid negative social
consequences.
Unexpectedly, Cecelia stepped in.
Even if he knows it well, he can't do anythingabout Cecelia.
Mr. Moore's affair was finally formulated by the president himself, and the cause of death was declared
on the grounds that he had been deliberately assassinated in retaliation by foreign intelligence
agencies. It was a muddle.
He lost three generals around him one after another. The vitality was badly hit.
Otis smoked hard, but could not dispel the irritation in his mind.
From the beginning full of confidence, to now, he is also a little confused.
Is it too confident in case it doesn't work out in the end.
His way back, and where is it?
Eugene stood by and waited carefully.
"What's new?" Otis asked.
"The general's side is very stable, there is nothing unusual. Only the people who put Anderson under
house arrest reported that Anderson was very rowdy, not satisfied with food and housing, and disliked
the lack of toys, all day long." Eugene said.