Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Percy took it upon himself to drive away alone when he saw that. The other person stayed behind to watch over Pierre.
After Pierre was taken away, Johann left too.
Gordan and Leroy stood at the clinic's door, staring at each other in confusion.
"It's dawn. Can we go back now?" asked Leroy.
They could have left after dropping off Pierre at the clinic, but they were worried that someone might have heard the gunshots
and called the police. If they went back before dawn, they might get caught by the cops.
Even though they were familiar with the surveillance cameras installed around the area, there was always the possibility of a slip-
up. They would not be able to explain why they returned at around five o'clock in the morning.
Drinking? They did not smell like alcohol.
They just arrived? They already rented a house.
That was why they decided to wait here until dawn.
“I think so. I'll just tell them we went for a morning jog,” said Gordan. The excuse of going for a morning jog was a great idea. No
one would suspect them if they were stopped by the police.
Most of them jogged alone in the morning. It was impossible to find a witness present at the scene.
The gunshots were heard after five in the morning. They always jogged at five on the dot. They could easily explain their alibi if
they went back now.
They jogged back slowly.
Sure enough, a group of police officers had sealed off the area.
Fortunately, their rented house was across the street, so they were not affected by the blockade.
The police stopped them when they saw two men running toward them. "No entry," said the police officer.
"Sir, we're tenants here," Gordan replied with a smile on his face.

The police officer frowned. Tenants? He looked at the two men.
The man who did not speak earlier looked a little sleazy and shady. They could pass off as punks living in the area.
However, the man who spoke to him had an extraordinary aura. Even though there was still a hint of unruliness in his smile,
there was an air of sophistication around him. It did not seem like he would live in such a poor area.
"Both of you?" asked the officer.
"Yeah." Leroy acted as if nothing had happened and deliberately asked with curiosity, "Officer, what happened over there? Why
is it sealed off?"
"You live here, yet you have no idea what happened?" asked the police officer.
Gordan and Leroy were both good actors. They found themselves exchanging glances with each other, shaking their heads in
confusion.
The police officer had not told them anything. He only asked, “Why are you only coming back at this hour?”
"We were on our morning run, as usual," answered Leroy, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Although it was still spring, they were dressed in thick clothing and had already worked up a sweat by the time they jogged back
from the clinic.
The police officer noticed the sweat on their foreheads, and it seemed to corroborate their story.
"What time did you start your run?" The police officer still suspected them.
This neighborhood was known for its complicated group of people living here. Fights and brawls were common occurrences, but
gunfights were a first...
Also, they had found a cache of weapons in this very house.
Specialists had just arrived to haul the stash away.
This case had already attracted their superiors' attention. Guns and hand grenades were not things that ordinary people could
own or sell in the country. However, they had found so many of them in this raid.

How did these weapons get in? Through what channels? They would need answers.
Moreover, there were two foreigners who were knocked out when they arrived at the scene.
The police officers were almost certain that they were the ones who fired the shots.
Still, who provoked them to do so?
The two men standing before them claimed to live across the street from the crime scene. The police were hoping they could
provide some clues. Meanwhile, their suspicion could not be ruled out either.
"We leave at 5 am every day," Leroy stated confidently.
"You're so sure that you don't even have to think about it?" questioned the skeptical police officer.
Gordan explained, "Sir, we're both fitness enthusiasts. We set our alarms for 4:40 am every day. It only takes us 20 minutes to
get ready and hit the pavement. We may have left before 5 am today."
The police officer nodded after he went through the other witness statements, which all stated they heard gunshots at around
5:20 am and immediately called for help.
"ID please," requested the police officer.
Gordan gestured up to their apartment, "Our IDs are up there."
Who would bring one's ID along when they went out for a jog? The police officer understood and nodded. "Go get them, then
come back down and give us a statement. Tell us everything you know about the family living in that house."
He pointed at the crime scene that had been sealed off.
Gordan and Leroy went up to get their IDs before coming back down to cooperate with the investigation.
Even though Gordan was an internationally wanted criminal, he had long since changed his appearance and identity. He was not
worried about the police discovering anything.
The police officer took down their personal information and ran their names through the database. He began recording their
statements after he found out they were clean.

What Gordan and Leroy said were pretty much the same.
They spoke about the mysterious tenants across from them, who rarely left their apartment and seldom talked to anyone. They
only rented this place because it was cheap, but they did not expect the security to be so poor.
The police came up empty-handed after recording their statements.
It was difficult for them to extract any useful information from Gordan and Leroy.
Both of them were accustomed to dealing with the police.
Especially Gordan.
The police he dealt with included not only those from A City but also various international criminal investigators of different
nationalities.
He was more experienced in lying to the police than Leroy!
The police officer did not get any useful information. He had no choice but to let them go.
Gordan and Leroy returned to their house without saying a word to each other. They went straight to their respective bedrooms,
planning to catch up on some sleep.
After a long night, they were completely worn out.
Gordon lay on his bed as he reported to Luke about the situation. After that, he fell deeply asleep.
On the other hand...
When Luca woke up and went downstairs, she saw that Luke was already sitting at the table with his breakfast untouched.
There was breakfast served on the table in front of her usual seat. It was as though Luke was waiting for her to have breakfast
together.
Luca felt uneasy.
Today would be the day the Mallory family was supposed to pay the ransom to Abel.

Amur had to come back safely.
"Come and eat breakfast," Luke greeted her.
Luca nodded and sat down, taking a sip of the glass of soy milk.
The breakfast prepared by Aunt Neile was exquisite and abundant, but Luca had no appetite due to her worries.
"You look depressed. What happened?" Luke deliberately asked.
Luca shook her head and made up an excuse. "I didn't sleep well last night. I had a nightmare. Oh, by the way, how did things go
with the Mallory family? I remember you said the kidnappers called. Were they asking for the ransom?"