Midnight Schemes and Stolen Dreams Chapter 1

Luna Collins was completely unaware of his surging emotions. After cleaning the wound, she applied some bleeding medicine, threw the blood-stained cotton ball into the trash can, and wiped the blood off her hands with a wet wipe.

"Okay, let's wait for the doctor to sew it up."

Blackwood Fu pulled himself out of his previous state, the pain spreading slowly, and he regained most of his emotions. He whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, "I owe you a favor."

"Need not."

"Um?"

Luna Collins tilted her head, stared into his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Blackwood Fu, I don't need your favor."

"and you...?"

"I want a favor from the Collins family."

The Collins family is the largest family in Europe.

He started out in the underworld and has now successfully cleaned himself up. He is involved in both the black and white worlds and has almost monopolized most areas of business in Europe, including arms. He also controls the world's most advanced weapons technology.

Unlike China where Luna Collins is located, in Europe, capital is power and capital is the master. It can be said that the Collins family is the lifeblood of Europe.

And the reason why Luna Collins saved Blackwood Fu.

Not only because they were at the Tucson Firearms Institute together, but also because she saw the blue ring on his right ring finger and recognized it as belonging to the head of the Collins family.

That is to say.

Blackwood Fu is the godfather of the Collins family.

Blackwood Fu followed her gaze down to the ring finger of her right hand. The blue diamond shone brightly in the dim light.

He said with relief: "Okay, the Collins family owes you a favor."

A favor.

There are so many things that can be done.

The Collins family initially relied on the godfather to exchange favors for favors, established a huge network of relationships in all walks of life, gradually developed, and finally reached the peak.

Anyone who knows the Collins family knows how valuable this favor is.

Luna Collins was very satisfied. The bad mood caused by the damage to the car was mostly offset. She also looked at Blackwood Fu in a more favorable light. She waved the car keys in her hand at him and said, "I'm leaving first. See you at the research institute later."

"Oh, right..."

She turned around and corrected him seriously:

"My name is Luna Collins, the bright moon beside my pillow, not the little moon."

"The moon is a nickname given by the people in the research institute because they can't read Chinese."

Blackwood Fu nodded and chuckled.

He looked ahead. The girl was tall, with a bright and bold face. She was not as dazzling as the scorching sun in the sky, but the moon in the night sky, neither bright nor dim, indispensable. The stars in the sky were all her embellishments.

"Got it, Luna Collins."

Blackwood Fu bit her name, his voice low and hoarse, like red wine brewed over the years, mellow and easily intoxicating.

Mo pillow the moon, your earlobes will feel slightly numb.

It feels like there is a slight electric current flowing through.

She just felt that there seemed to be a different taste when his name was pronounced. Before she could investigate it, a string of things was thrown at her, interrupting her thoughts.

She subconsciously caught it and held it in her palm.

He lowered his head and spread out his palms, taking a closer look, and found that it was a blue and black scaled-down sports car model. On the bottom of the model was engraved a string of English letters in cursive script: HUAYRA.

The car key of Pagani "Wind God".

Luna Collins had been craving for a long time. She had made an early reservation for this limited edition sports car, but she never got it.

Fifty million.

It was ten times more expensive than her beaten-to-a-sieve McLaren!

"You drive this one back."

"Okay, thank you."

Luna Collins’s McLaren must not be driven anymore, so she won’t be polite to him. Otherwise, should she just walk back to the research institute?

She accepted it generously and said, "I'll return your car when you return to the institute."

"OK."

Luna Collins just heard the sound of brakes outside the door and knew that the doctor of the Collins family had arrived. She didn't want to stay any longer and quickened her pace to walk out.

When she was leaving, she happened to meet a blond man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

There was a doctor standing next to the man with a medicine box, he should be someone close to Blackwood Fu.

The other party greeted Luna Collins politely.

She responded, told the other party that Blackwood Fu was waiting for them inside, and then drove away in the "Fengshen".

And at this time.

The second floor of the villa.

Blackwood Fu stood by the stained glass window, holding a cigarette between his middle and index fingers, exhaling slowly. The smoke slowly brushed across his face, hiding his hostility and arrogance and adding a bit of profoundness and inscrutability.

He looked in the direction where Luna Collins left until the rear of the car disappeared from his sight.

He put out the cigarette.

There were footsteps behind me, the door opened, and the man walked into the room with a respectful attitude and tone, "Sir Collins."

"Um."

Blackwood Fu touched the torn wound with his fingertips and said, "Sew it up."

"yes."

The room was very quiet. The doctor was busy stitching. Occasionally, Blackwood Fu's heavy breathing due to pain could be heard.

Howard was there, witnessing everything.

As Blackwood Fu's most loyal subordinate and the military advisor of the Collins family, for the first time he felt deeply puzzled by Blackwood Fu's actions.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Mr. Collins, I don't understand. You are just putting on a show for Miss Mo to get close to her. Why do you really have to hurt yourself?"

When Luna Collins was mentioned, the man's frown relaxed.

There seemed to be some uncontrollable emotion overflowing from his misty gray-blue eyes.

He shook his head.

"You do not understand."

"She's very smart."

"Without injuries, it would seem too fake, she wouldn't believe it."

...

Howard was silent.

madman.

What a madman.

The doctor pretended not to hear and continued to sew up the wound.

Blackwood Fu lowered his head and looked at the lines on his palm for several seconds, as if recalling the touch of her hand when they intertwined in the thrilling moment just now.

There seemed to be some warmth left in the palm of my hand.

"get ready."

In the puzzled eyes of Howard and the doctor, he threw down a heavy blow in a very calm tone and spoke with certainty -

"I'm going to get hurt again in the next few days."

"Gunshot wound."

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Luna Collins drove the Fengshen back to the apartment.

Although the institute was equipped with apartments, they were separated for men and women and located in different directions. For convenience, she and her brother bought a two-story apartment near the institute. They opened up the ceiling in the middle and built a staircase. She lived downstairs and her brother lived upstairs.

The apartment is not big, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, as well as a kitchen and bathroom.

She opened the door.

He was facing a pair of narrow and sharp eyes, which outlined a hint of indifference.

It was her twin brother, Leo Whitmore.

Although they are siblings, they do not look alike. She looks more like her mother, while her brother looks more like his father. Their personalities are also very different.

"elder brother?"

"Why is there blood on you?" Leo Whitmore frowned, walked over quickly, grabbed Luna Collins's arm and examined it carefully.

Luna Collins just discovered that there was a bloodstain on his arm, and he didn't know when it got there.

"It's not my blood."

Leo Whitmore used her fingers to wipe away the bloodstains covering her skin. When she found that there was no wound, she breathed a sigh of relief and said disdainfully, "Stop making people worry."

Luna Collins snorted proudly, "Brother, if you want to worry about me, you should worry about yourself first. If you don't go back and inherit the position of the head of the Mo family, Dad will really get angry."

"how about you?"

Leo Whitmore responded coldly.

"You don't want to make movies or earn money, but you have to come here to learn how to use firearms."

"My pleasure."

"And..." Luna Collins took out a note from her bag. It was filled with itineraries and she retorted without mercy, "Do you think I'm the same as you?"

She wasn't here just to learn about firearms.

Dancing, racing competitions, magazine covers, and movie shoots are all in her plan.

Leo Whitmore was too lazy to look at it.

He threw her a stack of gun disassembly design drawings and the research institute's schedule, "There will be a seminar the day after tomorrow to discuss a new gun designed by Blackwood Fu. He will be there in person, so you should come too."