Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 72 Dying with Gratitude

"Three seconds? What I have to say takes a while."

Milo glanced at Emma, who was being held at gunpoint by Jonathan, gave her a reassuring look, and then said to Grace:
"I don't know if it'll be too late, but please hear me out. After you hear me, you'll probably be even more anxious than I am, because..."

Seeing that Milo was still talking nonsense at this critical moment, Grace was ready to have Jonathan shoot him directly.

But Milo's next words stunned Grace.

"Because I gave my will to Harrison."

After saying that, Milo shut up and stared straight at Grace, watching her expression change from initial contempt to a brief moment of blankness, and finally to a mixture of surprise and anger.

"What did you say?"

Grace's breathing became rapid.

Milo glanced at the area directly below:

"Move your hand away, and I'll tell you slowly."

“Madam, this kid is bluffing. I’ve checked everything. There was no will at the crime scene. He couldn’t possibly have a will. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have given it to Harrison. Just kill them all.” Jonathan pressed the gun barrel against Emma’s temple.

"slow!"

Grace withdrew her hand and stepped back from Milo, staring coldly at him:

"Go on."

"Do you want me to continue?" Milo chuckled mischievously.

"Why don't you hurry up and contact your assassin to go find Harrison? You yourself said that Kang is going home at this time, which means your assassin is waiting for you in the 23rd parish, right? But, in addition to the civilian residential area, the 23rd parish also has a Supreme Notary Office."

Milo glanced at the clock in the center of the hall:
“It’s 9:24 now. Harrison is supposed to be at work at 9:00 AM. When he gets to the prosecutor’s office, he’ll find a waterproof envelope on his desk containing your father’s will, which he just signed. He should be heading straight to the notary office to have the will notarized. He should be arriving soon.”

"I know you've always wanted me to chop Harrison up for you, but coincidentally, I also really want you to do him for me."

"So what do I mean? It seems like you don't have much time left."

……

"go……"

Grace's expression had completely changed.

She lost her composure; in her emotional breakdown, the wrinkles on her face became visible.

"Go and inform them immediately!!!"

Grace practically screamed those words.

The shrill voice almost pierced Milo's eardrums.

Jonathan, who was standing nearby, put away his revolver and rushed toward the landline phone at the back of the hall.

He quickly dialed the number, contacted a line in an unknown area, and hurriedly relayed the information he had just received from Milo.

……

It's clear that whether the Milo family lives or dies doesn't really matter to this woman, Ms. Castor; all she cares about is the will.

She knew that the will absolutely confirmed Harrison's right to inherit the title. With Edward dead, if Harrison got his hands on the will, within a year, Harrison would have all the power in the Sherman family, and the wealth that Grace held in her hands would be lost.

That's why she didn't kill Milo at the Confession Pier, but kept him alive until now.

……

"I already said it's urgent."

It can be said that the situation has reversed 180 degrees, and the person who was stripped naked and locked to the pillar seems to have become the one in control.

However, the one who truly made great contributions was Yan, who was obsessed with sex.

Yesterday, Milo gave Yan his last two tasks: first, to pick up Finn from school and take him to his house for the night; and second, to deliver the original will that Milo had taken from the crime scene to Harrison's mailbox on the prosecutor's committee.

Yes, it's the original.

Milo gave it to him directly.

Because he had already figured out by then that Harrison would die when he received the will.

Milo himself didn't need to personally frame or kill Harrison; his sister Grace clearly had a much better reason to do so.

Just go with the flow and that's it.

Sure enough, that very night, he and Emma were ambushed and killed by assassins sent by Grace.

Of course, Milo did not anticipate that he would be caught off guard and suffer a sudden illness halfway through the battle.

Fortunately, his arrangements were not entirely aimed at causing destruction. Milo knew very well that even though he had donned the black cloak of an enforcer, there was still an insurmountable gap between him and the top aristocratic class. What he should do most was to leave himself as many options as possible to prevent any kind of mishap, such as the current situation.

……

...

Before the assassination attempt on the clock tower of the 23rd parish could be officially carried out, a crisp telephone ring reached the ears of old Theon and Eileen.

Eileen went downstairs to answer the phone.

Then the Whitworth rifle turned around and locked onto the doors of the Supreme Court in the opposite direction.

Why the sudden change of target?

Old Theon asked Eileen behind him.

"Do your thing and don't ask any more questions," Eileen said without answering.

……

At that moment, a car braked suddenly at the entrance of the notary office.

Harrison sat in the car with the will in his hand.

His heart was beating extremely fast.

Having spent years in aristocratic families and in officialdom, he had developed a sufficiently stable mindset and composure, and very few special circumstances could make his heart race to this extent.

But this was absolutely the most excited he had ever been, so much so that the cane he held was trembling slightly. The last time he felt this way was back when he first secretly did *that* with his sister-in-law…

……

For Harrison, this period of time was like a rollercoaster ride.

First, his "nephew" Cillian got into trouble, then his own scandals were exposed, Cillian accidentally killed Dylan, and then went insane.

In the very end, my father was murdered just as he was about to decide who would inherit the title.

This series of sudden and unexpected events made Harrison feel like he was sinking deeper and deeper into hell, with no way to cope.

But just now, when he saw the contents of the document in the envelope on his desk, he returned from hell.

All the lingering gloom and bitterness vanished in an instant.

The deaths of Dylan and Edward, and the madness of Cillian, instantly became insignificant.

Harrison's life had just begun to take off at this moment.

Once he stepped into the House of Lords, secured his position as the new Earl, and gradually took control of all the power in the Sherman family, his days of doing whatever he pleased officially began.

……

The reason Harrison initially joined the prosecutor's committee instead of staying in the family business was because his desire for power far outweighed his desire for wealth. He also clearly understood that all the family's wealth came from their noble titles. He tried his best to win his father's favor, but unfortunately, he was not the eldest son.

This is Harrison's biggest regret.

He could only hope that his father, in the last few days of his life, would come to his senses and see the talent of his youngest son.

……

Now everything has gone as planned.

Everything Harrison had been hoping for was within reach.

He still doesn't know who delivered the will to his desk, but he has already figured out how to repay his benefactor.

For the rest of his life, he will find this person no matter what, and use his power and wealth to repay him handsomely.

For Harrison, this mysterious benefactor was practically his second parent.

He had never felt such genuine gratitude before, not even towards his own parents.

……

The moment the car stopped at the door, Harrison, filled with excitement, hurriedly pushed open the door.

Just as one foot touched the ground and an irrepressible smile remained on his face, a deep chime rang out from the clock tower in the distance behind him, followed by a series of whooshing sounds that seemed to come from afar.

The next instant, the car's hood suddenly shattered.

With a deafening roar, flames engulfed the entire car, including Harrison, in an instant.

……

If life is always full of ups and downs, then for Harrison, it's been an endless series of ups and downs...

Even as he died, he clutched his will in his pocket, maintained a bright smile on his face, and harbored endless gratitude for that stranger.

Filled with boundless anticipation for the future, Harrison took off and rose three or four meters into the air before landing back into the wreckage of the car, engulfed in flames and thick smoke, crackling and burning.

The only thing that survived was the walking stick that had been flung away by the blast wave.

The flames were still burning fiercely on the street.

Guards in the nearby neighborhood sounded the alarm.

Women and children from nearby shops screamed and fled into the distance.

Instant chaos ensued.

……

On the clock tower, old Theon sheathed his rifle and gently wiped the black ash off the gun with the sleeve of his trench coat.

"It's over. This is the last life I owe her. I won't fire a second shot today."

He put the rifle back in its case and began carefully packing his belongings.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Eileen gave a cold laugh, turned around and left the top floor of the clock tower.

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