Chapter 1

　　In Alexandria city, at Xavier Mansion... 　　The police lights flickered, striking through the dark night washed by the torrential rain. 　　Jillian Ward couldn't remember how long she had been held hostage. The rain poured her through, and the coldness left her unconscious. 　　The gangster's gun was poking her temple tightly, making her body that had just been beaten involuntarily shaken. 　　What the gangster was negotiating with the police on the opposite side became a voice from the horizon to her, far away and unclear, and the only word that she could hear was 'money'. 　　The roar of the helicopter hovered over the residential area, and the heavy rain washed her eyes. Jillian couldn't see the situation clearly. 　　"If you want money, why did you have to contact my husband? Why do you think he would believe it?" When she was kidnapped, they called Harold, but he didn't believe it and even laughed at it. 　　The two gangsters glanced at each other and looked at the policemen. Finally, one of them took his cell phone wrapped in grease-paper and handed it to Jillian and venomously signaled her to dialed quickly. 　　A string of familiar numbers was pressed, and the call was quickly connected. There was an elegant voice on the other line. He is always so elegant to others. 　　"Harold...." 　　"Jillian?" 　　She just called him, and his voice instantly became disgusting and she could even imagine his frowning brows right now. 　　"Enough! Jillian, what trick are you trying to do? Who can kidnap you? Grandpa is hospitalized. No one knows that you're pretending to be poor and innocent. Can't you change your method?" Who could kidnap her from Xavier Mansion? Thinking of this made him even more disgusted. 　　A relentless passage broke all Jillian's insistence. Her face was pale and there was no trace of blood. Can he not hear the rain? Can't he hear the siren? Or he heard it but still thought it was her own trick? 　　The strength of her whole body was fading, she spoke again, "You never believed me, did you?" 　　"Haha! Believe you? A woman full of lies is not credible. Jillian, a woman like you can only make people sick. Although I don't know what you did to make Grandpa, I believed you so much. But here I am, feeling disgusted of a hypocrite woman like you." 　　Jillian wanted to cry, but found that her tears had already dried up. In the past three years, she felt that she had been numb with these words, but now she heard it, it still hurts terribly. 　　"Harold, your noodles are ready. Let's go eat." 　　The gentle voice became the last straw that crushed Jillian. 　　Rachel, his favorite woman, turned out when his grandfather was not there, so he couldn't wait to find her. 　　Harold hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. After seeing the person who came in, Harold's expression of disgust was changed to petting, with one hand on her waist, "Why do you cook by yourself? Just let someone else do it." 　　"It's your birthday today. I want to make it for you by myself.", Rachel said sweetly while taking his arm gently and walking out. 　　Birthday? Harold is confused. Today is his birthday? Looking back at the phone, the person has been taken out by Rachel. 　　At the kidnapping and hijacking scene. 　　"Chief, ready." The sniper on the helicopter aimed at the person on the opposite side and said to the person in the driver's seat. 　　A pure sky-blue straight military uniform, with a sacred look on his shoulders, the sacred rank of colonel, and the golden logo reflecting a dazzling light in the dark night. Maximo's profound facial features looked exceptionally handsome in the rainy night. His sword eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and there was no strangeness on his resolute face. A pair of dark and deep sea-like eyes stared at the kidnapped girl. His hands clenched into a fist, the blue veins on the back of his hand were prominent, showing that his mood at the moment was not as calm as before. 　　"Tell me, are you sure?", Maximo's low voice sounded like a cello. 　　The sniper suddenly looked up at his head, as if he was very strange to this question. The head would never ask himself this question when he was on a mission, because he believed in himself, "90%." The rain poured down and took away 10% of his money. 　　"Ninety percent.", Maximo repeated his probability value lowly. 　　He looked down and his clasped hands slowly loosened, as if muttering to him, "But I can't lose that 10%." He turned his head to look at him, "You drive.", the man has left the driving seat. 　　Because he can't afford to lose, he doesn't dare to take it lightly even if the probability of failure is only 10%. Therefore, without believing in others, he can only do it himself. 　　Jillian, she is still so beautiful, even though her delicate face is pale at the moment, and her whole body is wet by the rainstorm. Her pair of bright watery eyes are still inspiring, just like a few years ago, but now they are already grown up. 　　The police are still negotiating with the gangsters, but Jillian can't hear any voice. She closed her eyes slowly. She didn't want to struggle anymore and craved for something. 　　The completely slack body exposed the deadly position of the gangster to the people at high places. 　　For the first time, Maximo felt a sense of fear before firing. His heart beat violently, hitting his chest again and again. He took a deep breath and finally calmed down. He was worried that an inadvertent mistake would make him regret for life. At the moment Jillian bowed, the M200 in Maximo's hand became stable from a slight tremor. His fingers clasped on the wrench, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation. 　　After the gunshot, time seemed to stand still.