"Godfather, don't go!" Angela raised her voice abruptly, but she didn't know what to say next.
"What's the matter, Chris?" came the strange question from the godfather over the phone.
"As I said, I have a bad hunch, a very, very bad hunch, I think I might lose someone important around me." Angela reiterated what she said before, and then quickly checked through the computer. The headlines of major websites, "If you can, come and see me now, okay? Godfather? I have never forced you to do anything, I just want you to come and see me now, it won't delay you for too long, just accompany you I can do it in one morning!"
"Okay, my dear, I promise I'll come and see you. When this little business is settled, how about coming over immediately and spending the day with me?" The godfather's hearty laughter sounded, but this only made Angela more anxious.
"No, godfather, don't do this, please." The girl was almost speaking in a pleading tone.
"Hey, this isn't like what that clever and well-behaved genius lady should say." After the godfather jokingly said something, he asked seriously: "What happened to make you so gaffe, dear?"
However, before Angela could continue to persuade, someone else's indistinct voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone. After talking to the other party for a few words, Brian said apologetically, "Sorry, Chris, I'm almost there, wait a minute. Let's talk again."
After hanging up the phone involuntarily, Angela was dumbfounded. She never thought that she would stalk everyone to agree to the inexplicable request, but finally hit a wall with the godfather. She hurriedly continued to make calls, leaving the godfather no matter what, this is where the godfather of New York is going to the Twin Towers!
Unfortunately, when she dialed the number again, the message came that the phone she dialed was turned off.
"Bastard!" Angela slammed the phone to the ground, the phone fell into the grass several times on the ground, and the exasperated girl turned around in the garden like a headless fly. After a long while, she finally calmed down. After quickly checking relevant reports on the Internet, she picked up her mobile phone and hurried out.
"Where are you going?" Mavis immediately got up and followed.
"Manhattan!" Angela walked forward without looking back, the phone that had been automatically turned off could not be opened, which made the already anxious girl even more irritable. Damn, this is specially made for myself, how can it still be broken when it is dropped!
"Just because of your ridiculous premonition?" Mavis, who was following behind, asked inexplicably. In her opinion, Angela's series of behaviors this morning were completely the performance of an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"This hunch is not funny at all!" Angela turned around abruptly and glared at Mavis.
The female detective frowned and didn't speak any more. If she hadn't been by Angela's side for so long and couldn't see each other and then reconciled, she would really think that Miss Genius was going crazy because she couldn't bear the pressure.
"Chris, what happened?" Grandpa appeared in front of Angela after coming to the front court.
"It's nothing, Grandpa, as long as you stay at home, you'll be fine." Angela looked at Grandpa with a wry smile, but she didn't stop at all and strode out.
"Chris, what's the matter? You look uneasy." Grandpa frowned and followed with a cane.
"It's okay, Grandpa, it's okay." Angela turned back and hugged the old man immediately, "I just... I just have a bad hunch, a very strong bad hunch... I know it's hard to believe, but... I'd rather trust my gut, so stay home today and don't go anywhere, grandpa?"
As she said that, she took Grandpa's arm and sent him to the grandma who came out of the back room, and after repeatedly instructing her, she hurried out in their puzzled eyes.
"Go to Manhattan, Buckett, as soon as possible," tried her best to restrain her panic, Angela got into the car and said to the bodyguard who was already waiting, "Also, borrow your phone and use it."
"Okay, miss." Buckt took out the phone and handed it to Angela. After Mavis got into the car, he started the accelerator and drove out. The other bodyguards in the other car followed at the same time.
Damn, no wonder I always feel like I've forgotten something, I'm such an idiot! Angela leaned back on the seat with her eyes closed and cursed fiercely in her heart, trying to smile but couldn't. She knew that she really couldn't blame herself for this. She was paying attention to and pondering about some things every day, so she would naturally remember it clearly. And some things are very important and the whole world knows, but if there is no reminder, they will be slowly discarded in the corner as time goes by, and they will be turned out again when they are stimulated one day. Of course, the memory will not disappear, and even if she can't remember it for a while, she will subconsciously avoid certain things. Angela has been to New York so many times but she has never been to the Twin Towers.
Yes, I have never been to the World Trade Center, and even if someone suggested it, I would refuse... If I have been there before, maybe I will remember that I don't need to... Angela tapped her head lightly, trying to make her anxious It calmed down, but after calling the godfather's mobile phone again and again, the shutdown message came, but everything she did was in vain.
Heck, no Wi-Fi, no internet on your phone, no way to wonder if that's happened. Angela, who dialed again to no avail, scratched her head angrily and looked out the car window. The car had already arrived in Brooklyn. Judging from the relaxed expressions of pedestrians on the street, the worst thing should not have happened yet.
Maybe... Maybe because of my appearance, these things have changed? Angela thought soothingly, and then pinched her fingers irritably, because she couldn't remember the specific time other than knowing that the attack was in the morning.
"Don't worry, it'll be alright, everyone will have... times when they're too sensitive." Mavis, who sat beside her for a while and watched coldly, finally spoke up to comfort Angela.
"I also hope that I'm just too sensitive, but..." Angela covered her forehead with a wry smile.
"Think about something else or think about things that aren't so bad," Mavis thought for a few seconds, "Look, your godfather is just going to talk about a small business, could there be an accident in the World Trade Center? "
"I remember that in 1993 or 1992, there was an explosion in the World Trade Center!" Angela retorted.
"Do you think the same thing will happen again?" Maeves spread her hands. "Terrorists won't use the same tactics in the same place. Besides, we have strengthened monitoring after that incident."
It doesn't seem to be useful to strengthen it.
The girl forcibly held back the sentence, she couldn't say too much.
Angela would bet that if she blogged or called a TV station and claimed that a terrorist had a plane crashed into the World Trade Center, Mavis would have brought her back before noon to assist in the investigation. She is not a saint or an angel. She just wants to protect herself and her family and friends. Pushing everything to a hunch with such a vague notice is the best she can do.
I hope... I hope things have changed. At this moment, Angela can only pray like this in her heart. However, at this moment, Mavis widened her eyes suddenly, pushed Angela down and slammed into the car window over there.
Angela, who sensed something was wrong, also looked at it immediately, and a plane rammed straight into the North Tower of the World Trade Center from the distance above Manhattan! Countless debris rose into the air along with the smoke and fire, and even if there was no sound in the car, the terrifying impact was enough to feel the same.
Angela's face suddenly turned white, and she pushed Mavis away violently and threw herself on the back of the driver's seat, patting and shouting, "Hurry up! Bucket! Let's go! Go right now!"
"Please don't worry, miss." Buckett was still calm, although he also saw the North Tower of the World Trade Center emitting thick smoke.
Fortunately, the rush hour is almost over, and the terrible traffic in New York City is relatively better. After driving for a while, the car finally drove onto the Brooklyn Bridge. If it was normal, other drivers would be scolded by other drivers, but now their attention is attracted by the disaster that happened before. .
The flustered Angela finally calmed down after taking several deep breaths in a row, and greeted Wilder in the co-pilot: "Turn on the car radio and listen to what's on the radio!"
"I think you should go back now!" The pale-faced Mavis said, grabbing Angela's arm after ending the call with Warren who was sitting in the car behind.
"Never!" Angela slammed her hand away, "My godfather is there now! I want to know his situation!"
"It's no use if you go! The police and firefighters will soon arrive at the scene to control the situation, and even if you get there, you can't do anything!" Mavis snapped.
Angela couldn't help but be stunned, but then raised her voice fiercely: "It's none of your business! No need!"
She bit her lip and stared at Mavis, her body trembling slightly, as if she would be thrown out if she disagreed. Angela's heart was already in a mess. On the one hand, she hoped that the godfather was not there or had left, but on the other hand, she always felt that he was there, and the mobile phone she called until now was still turned off, which made her want to go crazy.
Mavis also stared back at her as if she didn't intend to give in. At this time, after changing channels, the car radio finally came out with a report that made Angela concerned: "... It's Maxim Hansen who is reporting for you at the scene. , just about three minutes ago, a plane crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center and caused an explosion. The fire and smoke can be seen from miles away. The falling objects have injured dozens of people, and no one has been temporarily Death. As for the internal situation of the north building, it is still unclear. The police have begun to maintain order, but the manpower is obviously insufficient, and the firefighters are still on their way... "
After covering her mouth tightly and listening to the broadcast for a while, Angela spoke again: "I want to go, no matter what!"
She looked up at Maeves with a frighteningly determined look: "Don't stop me, Maes!"
The female detective gritted her teeth and stared at her for a few seconds, and finally raised her hands and waved angrily, and sat back in her seat.
The more you walked towards the World Trade Center, the more chaotic the situation became. Many panicked people were running in the opposite direction, and many people stood there staring blankly at the smoking building, and some even took DV photos. nonstop.
Not far from the World Trade Center, Angela and the others were stopped by the police.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but you can't go over there. If you're in a hurry to get there, take a detour," the policeman said to Buckett in the cab.
"Mr. Police, I have relatives who work in the World Trade Center. I just want to go over and see if there is anything wrong." Angela stuck out half of her head and said while sitting in the back.
"No, miss, our people are maintaining order inside and evacuating the trapped people. Putting other vehicles in before that will only make our work more difficult." The other party rejected her mercilessly.
hateful! Anxious Angela looked around. If that's the case, what's going on with those who go in... Wait! She suddenly opened the car door and got out, then quickly crossed the intersection and ran to the World Trade Center.
"Damn it! Can't she let people rest for a while!" Mavis couldn't help cursing, and immediately jumped out of the car and ran behind Angela. Then Wilder in the co-pilot, Warren and several other bodyguards in the car behind also jumped out of the car and chased the two women to the World Trade Center.
The policeman who stopped the road was startled, and if Buckett, who was driving, kept saying "it's okay" to him, he might have drawn his gun and yelled "stop" or something. It was only after seeing these people out of sight that he patted the back of his head. Why was that woman so familiar at first
The closer you get to the World Trade Center, the worse the surrounding scene is. There are debris of various sizes on the ground, dust everywhere, and people walk out calmly under the protection of the police.
Angela's legs and feet, who had a panoramic view of these, suddenly became weak, and her breathing became a lot faster. She looked up at the south building that had not yet been hit, and dialed the number again and again in vain.
"Sorry, miss, you can't go forward, it's not safe here." Although there were ordinary people walking around, most of them looked like reporters, so Angela was quickly stopped by the police again.
"Mr. Police, my relatives work there, I just want to see him." Angela said anxiously.
"I'm very sorry, you can't go there, it's very dangerous. We're evacuating people in the building, so please go home and wait patiently." The young policeman raised his hands and shook it. He was stunned for a few seconds after he found something. Then he asked carefully, "You are... Miss Angela Mason."
"Ah? Well... yes, it's me," Angela didn't expect to be recognized, but she couldn't care less, "My godfather is in the World Trade Center now, and I just want to know how he is. "
"We can't do anything about it, Miss Angela," the other party shook his head. "You can't go up now. I suggest you go back to the hotel and wait patiently."
"I told you, even if you get here, you can't do anything." Mavis stepped forward and grabbed Angela's arm, "Stop being self-willed? Maybe your godfather has left here?"
"Then why don't you turn on the phone?!" Angela raised the phone in her hand, and there was a faint cry in her voice, "How many times have I dialed since I left the villa to here? But I never got through!"
Mavis moved her mouth but didn't make a sound, she didn't know what to say. At this moment, there were terrified shouts from the surrounding crowd. Angela and the others raised their heads for the first time, and saw another plane slanted into the South Building of the World Trade Center, with a huge boom. The sound almost burst the eardrums.
"Hide!" Mavis yelled, and regardless of whether Angela heard and grabbed her, she dragged her to the side of the street.
At the same time, the surrounding crowd also became chaotic. People shouted and ran under the buildings on both sides, even the police. The scene was chaotic.
"Mummy... Mommy..." A five or six little girl stumbled and was squeezed around, crying and at a loss.
Angela, who finally recovered from the sound of the explosion, didn't know where the courage came from, and immediately broke free from Meiweisi and rushed over to the two people, hugged the little girl in her arms, and ran desperately into the building. go.
The moment she ran in, the sound of Zhentian rang outside, and countless things fell on the street like rain.
"Damn, do you know how dangerous it was just now?!" Mavis roared with a pale face.
Angela ignored it, just patted the little girl soothingly on the back and looked up at the South Building, which was also on fire, through the door of the building.
"Everyone, please leave here quickly, don't crowd, and listen to our orders!" The voices of the police rang again, and almost everyone heard them through the horns.
People panic again. If it was said that the north building was hit by an accident before, and now the south building is also hit, it would be terrible. God knows if there will be planes flying over and hitting those high-rise buildings in the future.
"Eleanor?! Eleanor?!" A crying and anxious female voice rang from far and near in the crowd.
"Mummy! Mommy!" The little girl who was hugged by Angela suddenly responded loudly.
Angela, who had been staring at the South Tower, finally came to her senses again, and hurriedly hugged the little girl to find someone. Soon a young woman in her twenties rushed over with tears on her face. After recognizing her daughter, she swooped forward and snatched it from Angela's hand, hugged it in her arms, and burst into tears.
"Don't be sad, ma'am, your daughter is fine," Angela said softly, looking at them, "leave now."
"Thank you, miss, thank you very much." The other party said gratefully, and hurriedly left with his daughter in his arms.
Angela gave a wry smile and looked up at the south building again, a feeling of dizziness welling up in her heart. At this moment, Wilder came over with his mobile phone: "Miss Angela, Mr. Jared called and asked you to go back to Long Island immediately. Your godfather, Mr. Brian, is there now."
"What did you say?" Angela looked at him in disbelief.
"Mr. Jared said, if you don't believe me, you can call back immediately." Wilder nodded seriously.
Angela stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and suddenly her body softened and almost collapsed to the ground, but fortunately, Meiweisi supported her in time.
"Call, we'll go back when we're sure, Mess." Angela said in a low voice, she didn't notice a camera not far away, she had recorded all her words and deeds from the past to the present down.