"Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. He chose this path himself. Sir and Miss, they will do their best to save him. He will be alright!"
Jessica held his neck, "I'm really scared that he might die."
"He won't." Will raised his hand to stroke her hair, "He definitely won't."
Leaning on the man's chest for a while, Jessica finally regained her composure and stood up.
"Alright, I'll go and take a look."
"Go ahead."
Turning around, Jessica quietly closed the door to the room and left. Will watched the firmly closed hospital room door, frowning as well.
Moses, this man...
...
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Northwest, General Residence.
The officer coldly pointed the gun at the boy's forehead, "Mr. President, this is the last chance, three seconds. Three..."
He raised his hand to press the hammer.
"Two!"
He extended his finger to hold the trigger.