The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO-Chapter 845 - 747: Shooting Incident in Milan Country

That morning, Yang Tian, Wu Yue, Wu Zetian, and Ling Ying took a flight straight to Milan.

By the time they arrived in Milan, it was already late afternoon.

As soon as he got off the plane, Yang Tian called a high-end nursing home in Washington and registered a spot, planning for Ling Ying to give birth in Milan.

Because the purpose of their visit to Milan was twofold: firstly, to allow Ling Ying to have a comfortable confinement and childbirth experience here, and secondly, and most importantly, to meet Olanma. Therefore, the four were very discreet and did not contact the Chen Family's branch in Washington.

After leaving the airport, the four of them called two taxis and headed to a high-end nursing home located in downtown Washington.

Here, there were all pregnant women.

Although the baby in Ling Ying's belly was still two or three months away from being born, Yang Tian wanted Ling Ying to rest well, as she had really been exhausted from following him around.

"Mr. Yang, welcome. I am Di Maria, the director of the Elizabeth Nursing Home..."

They were greeted by a middle-aged woman, very plump, wearing a white coat, smiling with great amiability.

"Director Di Maria, hello, this is my wife. We will be staying here for three months. We leave everything in your capable hands..."

Yang Tian extended his hand proactively.

However, Di Maria smiled instead and came forward for a traditional cheek-to-cheek kiss: "This is the welcome ritual in Milan. Welcome, Eastern guests!"

What followed was relatively simple.

Di Maria led Yang Tian to a quaint villa: "This is Villa No. 3. The monthly cost, including utilities, accommodation, meals, personalized care, and doctor's standby for delivery, is about 30,000 US Dollars. Of course, if you find this price too high, you can consider moving to the nursing home building itself, where the prices are much lower."

"Of course, we'll stay!" Just as Di Maria finished speaking, Wu Yue raised her voice: "This is for Yingying's childbirth, nothing can be compromised. I'll transfer one million US Dollars to your nursing home directly; arrange the best service for us!"

"1 million US Dollars?"

Di Maria was taken aback and looked intensely at Wu Yue: "Are you serious? Even with a baby due in three months, a series of expenses won't exceed 300,000 US Dollars. Beautiful lady, are you truly going to give us 1 million US Dollars?"

"Say no more, I'll transfer it to your hospital now via credit card!"

Wu Yue spoke fluent English and was very generous. After all, this was an opportunity to strengthen sisterhood with Ling Ying, and she wouldn't miss it.

Di Maria was shaken by Wu Yue's generosity, muttering quietly, "I'd heard before that Huaxia people are exceptionally wealthy, and now it seems to be true."

Under Di Maria's personal guidance, Yang Tian quickly signed a contract with Elizabeth Nursing Home, and Ling Ying and others would stay in this two-story American-style Villa No. 3 for at least three months. Meanwhile, Yang Tian planned to search for Olanma in Washington.

It wasn't long after everyone was in the villa before several medical staff arrived.

There were men and women, old and young, all wearing white coats and speaking in very pure local English, presumably authentic Milan medical staff.

Yang Tian and others, except for Wu Zetian, could speak English and could communicate accurately with them.

Wu Yue was a high-achieving student, so speaking English was normal, and both Yang Tian and Ling Ying were trained in languages, being an international mercenary and assassin.

The various affairs within the villa would be managed by these medical staff, while Yang Tian personally arranged the room where he and Ling Ying would stay. In the meantime, Wu Yue, to strengthen her bond with Ling Ying, sat with her in front of the television, watching some local Milan TV shows, quickly getting hooked on a variety show. But midway, the variety TV station interrupted with news: "The suspect in the Nevada shooting is still at large. Police reports suggest he has fled to Washington, and the public should be vigilant."

This news made Wu Yue frown: "Another shooting incident in Milan?"

It's well-known that Milan allows civilians to carry firearms, so shootings occur frequently. A while ago, there was a massacre at a music festival in Gambling City, where an elderly Milan resident shot into the crowd from a hotel, causing very tragic casualties.

It's fair to say, Milan is a place where gun legality comes with evil.

Churches, schools, concerts—anywhere with people could be the site of a shooting.

Hearing the news report that the bandit who killed dozens in Nevada had fled to Washington made Wu Yue a bit nervous.

But Ling Ying, sitting nearby, laughed, "Shootings happen all the time in Milan. What's there to fear? So many people are flocking here, and they're not scared. We are Martial Artists, so why should we be?"

Wu Yue glanced at Ling Ying's belly: "I'm worried about the baby."

Ling Ying glared at Wu Yue: "Yang is here with us."

Meanwhile, a few medical staff came over to comfort the two women, but a man about fifty years old stared blankly at the video news. The television screen showed the bandit's face, and the man stared at the photo for a long time until the news ended and he lowered his head in silence.

"Lev, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help..."

A female medical staff member called out to the man.

The man named Lev then approached and started assembling the medical stand.

The TV soon returned to the variety show, and everyone busied themselves. No one noticed Lev's earlier dazed expression, but Yang Tian, standing on the spiral staircase of the second floor, clearly observed Lev's abnormal expression. He frowned, came down, and said, "Alright, everything here is organized. I'll call you if I need anything; you can leave now..."

Receiving Yang Tian's permission, the medical staff left.

Yang Tian kept his eyes on Lev until Wu Zetian approached him: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Yang Tian withdrew his gaze, looking at Wu Yue and Ling Ying: "Alright, Yueyue, don't disturb Yingying's rest. Let her relax, and come for a walk with me."

"Alright."

Wu Yue was somewhat displeased but still followed Yang Tian out of the Elizabeth Nursing Home. With Wu Zetian staying to care for Ling Ying, Yang Tian felt reassured about leaving. Their primary mission was to find Olanma. But shortly after leaving the neighborhood, Wu Yue suddenly squatted down: "Yang Tian, my heart hurts..."

Yang Tian quickly used Divine Sense to probe Wu Yue's heart, frowning: "The Spirit Heart has responded, but why are there so many cycles now? There were only six before, but now there are seventy-two!"

"What? Seventy-two cycles? Does this mean I have seventy-two lives?"

Wu Yue was taken aback.