Chapter 547: Heaven?
Hughes was lying in the telephone booth, bloodied and lifeless. His eyes were still open, looking at where the imposter looking like his wife stood. The last memory he had was of his wife, murdering him. It was sad.
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Alexander stayed until late at the party. It went well and lots of people were wanting to lick his feet. There were even small rumors circulating that he was going to be the new Fuhrer.
"Dobby, what do you think about that pirate?" Alexander asked. Talking about Bradley.
"Suspicious and the way he acted looked fake. He seemed to be calculating everything he was doing." Dobby evaluated.
"Indeed, the way he seemed concerned about the people who attacked me in Creta was even more suspicious. Keep an eye on him." He instructed him. They were walking towards the house allotted to them in the Central City.
"Boss, look. Isn't that?" Dobby pointed to a phone booth with blood visible and a body lying inside it.
"That's Lt. Colonel Hughes," Alexander exclaimed and quickly ran up to him.
Alexander checked his pulse and found him dead. "Let's go to Phixheim."