The moment the maid's hand reached into his pocket, Jenkins felt the danger of his scalp tingling. Following his intuition, he suddenly turned to the left, only to hear a loud noise explode in his ear.
The sound of cursing from the woman and the sound of Hathaway suddenly standing up and pushing down the chair were heard in front of her. The expected second gunshot did not occur, because Chocolate bravely rushed forward and hit the woman's wrist.
The woman waved her free fist to drive the cat away, but Jenkins got up and jumped on it:
"Bastard, don't touch my cat!"
"God, what's going on!"
The woman's exclamation came from the direction of the door, and the woman who was planning to fight Jenkins immediately gave up her plan.
She cursed again, ignoring the meowing cat at her feet, using her fighting skills to push Jenkins' fist aside with her arms, then lifted the tablecloth on the dining car, and threw the plate and snacks at Jenkins and Heather Wei.
While they were reaching out to deal with those things, the woman ran back with a pistol, fired a few shots at the screaming women at the door, and then slammed sideways through the glass of the window and rolled around on the lawn outside. Holding the skirt, he stumbled and ran away.
From the beginning to the end, no one took the initiative to use the power of the superhuman.
"Damn it!"
Jenkins uttered a rare swear word, picked up the chocolate, made sure that she was not injured, and then went to check on Hathaway's situation. The girl looked a little embarrassed, a piece of cream was stained on the originally beautiful skirt.
She wanted to say something, but seeing Jenkins shaking his head with sharp eyes, she closed her mouth consciously.
This unexpected attack did not cause any fatalities, but the maid's last two shots accidentally hit two of Miss Michael's friends and did not hurt any vitals. But for these ladies who have never seen a big scene, Getting shot was enough to make him pass out.
The undisguised gunshots just now also alarmed the people in the management center, and the scene immediately became chaotic.
"Quiet, quiet, gentlemen! Ladies!"
Jenkins yelled loudly, seeing that the dots of light representing the maids had escaped out of sight, so he also walked to the door, squatting down to check the injuries of the two ladies who fell to the ground. When he was helping with treatment in the nursing home, he also learned very simple treatment methods for gunshot wounds and sharp weapon wounds, which happened to be useful now.
Perhaps it was the unique temperament and calm expression that won everyone's trust. Under Jenkins' arrangement, several panicked servants split up to call the police and find a doctor. There are several veterinarians on the second floor. Although the treatment targets are different, they can still play a role compared to a complete layman like Jenkins before the arrival of real human doctors.
And for this day and age, the line between human and veterinary medicine for trauma is not very clear.
Miss Michel followed Jenkins with a pale face, and she could tell that the attack was aimed at her. Otherwise, there was no need for the woman to shoot at the door when she fled. Jenkins and Hathaway should be closer.
And Jenkins was not in the mood to comfort the blond lady, he was in an extremely bad mood right now. Although he was implicated, except for the cultist who threw the steam bomb at him, this was the first person who was able to have ill will against him and escape unscathed.
"Is there no one who can preside over the overall situation here?"
Standing in the crowd, he loudly instructed everyone not to panic, and not to stand here forever, but he was thinking of something else.
Except for the two benefactors, the people who experienced the shooting were extremely flustered, and even the sound of hurried footsteps would make them scream. The faint smell of gunpowder smoke from the shooting in the room has completely disappeared, and the murderer has long since escaped, but the people in a mess have no intention of stopping at all.
The presence of these disturbing ladies was also beneficial. They were all from noble families. Perhaps for this reason, both the doctor and the police arrived very quickly.
When night fell, the entire perimeter of the management center was completely blocked by the police, and there were at least five carriages with police badges parked at the door.
"Where is Miss Michael?"
At the corner of the first floor, Jenkins had just finished recording his statement in the temporary police office. When he looked up, he saw Hathaway standing there waiting for him. Chocolate was standing on the window sill next to her, looking into the yard just now. .
"You were taken home by the Marquis, do you still need to go to the police station?"
The reason for asking this question is that the red-haired lady no longer has to talk to the police because of Earl Hessa's face, and according to the general procedure, people like Jenkins who appear at the scene of the crime need to go through a long interrogation process .
"No, Dad's name seems to work."
"It could be the name of the church, too."
Jenkins didn't answer, picked up the chocolate and put it back on his shoulders, while he was looking at the policemen with kerosene lamps in the woods, they were collecting footprints.
The hurried carriage stopped outside the cordon, and Mr. Rogers Benz in police uniform stepped down. With three stars on the shoulder, the police rank is superintendent.
He saw Jenkins at once, and Jenkins pointed behind him, stretched out five fingers, indicating that he had something to do now, and would meet him in five minutes. Benz nodded, and walked to the other side, holding up the kerosene lamp and looking down at the police detective file.
"The two injured ladies, are they all right?"
"It's okay, I woke up before being picked up by the carriage, it's just a skin trauma... They are really a disaster."
Standing behind Jenkins and looking at his back, Hathaway inexplicably felt that Jenkins was a little strange at the moment. In my impression, he should not have such a sharp temperament, nor would he show such a sharp gaze. If the previous temperament was similar to the warm and soft cat chocolate, now it is as similar to the man in black who met unexpectedly that night.
"Do you have any clues about the murderer?"
Jenkins asked very directly, at such a short distance, the bullet/bullet of the woman just now almost hit Jenkins in the head. If he had the chance, it was impossible not to retaliate.
"Should be looking for Britney..."
His tone was worried, but he didn't know whether he was worried about Miss Mihail or Jenkins.
"The royal family intends to reorganize the kingdom's navy. Marquis Mihail has several important documents in his hands. They directly attacked Britney, probably to threaten Mr. Marquis, but they don't know whether the other party is a foreign spy, the royal family, or other nobles. Or some other force, it's hard to tell."