Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1230 Medals

"Since I dare to come, and afraid of what good or bad." Benjamin smiled faintly, as if looking through

the red world as calmly.

Dennis also arrived at this time and shielded me in his arms for fear of being snatched away.

Just then, a jeep suddenly came out of the intersection on the left, rammed right through the

surrounding police cars, broke into the encirclement and stopped behind Benjamin. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The men in the car, wearing bulletproof undershirts, kept firing at the police, trying to force each other

back with live fire.

In a hail of bullets, the door of the back seat of the jeep opened and Boss Kim appeared in it.

He grabbed the front seat with one hand while stretching his neck and shouting at Benjamin, "Now

believe it, that woman just wants you dead, so get in the car! Don't hurt the other brothers!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bullet pierced the top of his head.

The sniper upstairs has long been ambushed more than is, has been waiting for, is this moment.

Once Boss Kim fell, the others became a bit panicked and screamed to escape, "Mr. Benjamin! If we

don't get in the car, we'll have to leave you behind ......"

Before words could be spoken, one by one they were knocked down.

Soon, only Benjamin was left alone.

He seems to have expected these, the corners of his mouth still hanging a faint smile, and then slowly

opened his arms, revealing the gun in his hands.

I clearly saw him lip-syncing something to me, but before I could get a good look, Dennis' large hand

blocked my view.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......" After several shots were fired, the sound of the body hitting the ground

rang out clearly.

By the time Dennis took his hand away, Benjamin had fallen to the ground, incapacitated.

One of the officers, covered by the crowd, went up to him, kicked his gun off, then checked his pulse

and finally said, "Dead!"

The others then gathered around to deal with the mess after the shootout.

Dennis didn't want me to see such a bloody scene and helped me walk back into the hospital building

when I vaguely heard an officer yell, "Chief, this guy has no bullets in his gun ......"

I had a vague feeling it was that person, but I didn't stop to ask for details after all.

How could it be? Benjamin wouldn't be so stupid knowing that he would die.

All I know is that the Georges family will never be haunted by bad luck again.

--

Two months later.

Wedding.

Larry got down on one knee on the stage and cried like a child, "I, Larry, in this life, only want to give

you a promise, Folly, marry me, marry me!"

Folly has been used to seeing the sadness and happiness, but still red eyes, as the first love that

nodded like a garlic, afraid of losing their temper, and had to reach out to accept the ring at the same

time, cover the lips.

They kissed passionately on stage, declaring their undying love. At the end of the wedding, Larry

grabbed the MC's microphone, led Folly to the camera and loudly announced, "I've found the heroine

of my life! Bless us! I'll be happy, I'll make my girl happy! I will!"

Dennis watched the ceremony until the very end, until it broke up, and then took me away.

Instead of going straight home, the car was driven into the best sanatorium in City P.

The dean politely ushered us into his office and then turned on the instantly projected slides.

Once the lights were turned off, three screens appeared on the screen.

The first one is Angelica feeding Edgar, who is paralyzed, in a clean and warm room.

The second, is Dorothy and her boyfriend doing physical recovery exercises in the equipment activity

room.

The last one, is Olivia.

She wore a hospital gown with her arms attached, her makeup all faded, only blinking a pill head,

chasing around in the picture with the nurse, like a small child, making the nurse cry.

"How do they ......" I thought these people had long since passed away, or like the scene Dennis left on

the street that day, only begging for dried fruit, wrapped in misery.

Dennis focused on tilting his head to look at the picture of the people, eyebrows slightly converge, the

whole person's aura milder, "Maybe I'm not sure what I really want, right, want to tell them to eat all the

suffering in life, but in the end found that no, can not do, fortunately, simply raise them, so they live like

ordinary people, old, sick and dead, day after day, always we We are ordinary people, living an

ordinary life, in fact, there is nothing wrong."

Yes, ordinary people, ordinary life, what's wrong with that.

Must be divided into a superior and inferior people, what is the point of it, in the end is not a pile of

white bones.

I will Dennis hug tight, face against his chest, feel his most real heartbeat, "You know, I have always

believed that you will not change, is because your bones and they are not the same, you are not a

cold-blooded animal, the bones are actually soft-hearted and stubborn, just the mouth does not say, but

I understand all."

"Then I'd really like to say thank you." Dennis laughed to himself, "When I was undercover, several

times I wanted to punch myself in the face, and you were the only one who didn't mind."

I was amused by him and went along with him and just punched him on the chest, "Yeah, you have to

be made to suffer a little, otherwise you'll always be making a fool of yourself."

"Huh ......" Dennis laughed low, and did not resist, hit not two times, suddenly took out a medal from his

pocket.

That medal was brought by Fidel, in the name of the country, to reward Dennis for his birth and death,

and for his contribution to the cause of drug enforcement.

Although not publicly available, for the record, Dennis is now an official soldier on the rolls.

Larry promised that as long as the Georges family remained in the military, the Georges family would

be able to use the medal to seek help from his military for any future persecution.

"What for?" I thought he was going to show off a bit and deliberately pretended not to care much.

Dennis, however, took my right hand, moved it carefully to spread the palm, then placed the medal on it

and said in a deep voice, "Clara, the first and only medal of my life, for you."

A small medal is extra heavy to hold in your hand because you know well the experience behind it.

"Give it to me? Can you spare it?" Dennis is extremely precious about this medal and has always kept

it in the most prominent place in his study.

"Nothing to give up, if I could, I would like to give you this life as well." Dennis said flirtatiously.

"Go." I snapped, "Slick talker."

Dennis, however, didn't care and swept me back into his arms.

"Twelve years old, I wanted to be a soldier, I stubbornly believe that a man must be a soldier once in

his life, to feel the limits of the body, to protect the family and the country, always to contribute."

"Later, when my parents died, the only thing in my life was revenge, and gradually even I myself was

not sure what I really wanted."

"And then, meeting you, falling in love with you, you stayed with me again and got the real me back."

"It's a little late, but you should know that you are the one that life has given me, the most precious

medal."

"I love you."

[love you too.]