Chapter 327 Mrs. Adamek

Mrs. Adamek?

Lin An looked at the mother and son selling specialty products and asked silently. The latter looked at each other and said softly: "She is the president of the largest private hospital in Abishan... Madam."

Noticing their strange expressions, Lin An pulled up the canvas cover and got in. After confirming that no one was around, the vendor timidly spoke.

"It all started in April last year..."

At the beginning of April last year, when Adelia was planning the ceremony in Ditri City and the global satellite signal was lost, Lin An remembered that Fu Bin mentioned that a coup had occurred in Lakonao at the same time.

The war raged more and more fiercely, eventually igniting half of the city of Abishan.

The cause of the coup was that President Lacono was assassinated by unknown sources. The attackers also killed many important officials, paralyzing the central government.

Their deaths were so miserable that one dared not look directly at them.

To this day, the murderer has not been identified.

After this horrific and bizarre assassination, the five candidates trained by the president during his lifetime went their separate ways, framing each other as the murderer behind everything.

I don't know who fired the first shot, and the war was about to break out.

Fu Bin and Lin An exchanged information and came to the conclusion that the most powerful candidate at present is a general allied with Kapunde Kumasi. Behind him, he is suspected to have the support of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce. Abishan City It's his base camp.

The remaining four candidates were scattered throughout Laconao. They were defeated by the general. After a year of internal fighting, there were faint signs of retreat and escape.

Rumors claimed that one candidate had already sold state property to a local black market arms dealer, traveled to Xizhou, and fled.

After repeating the information Lin An knew, the vendors told Mrs. Adamek's situation.

Her husband is a well-known doctor in Lacon O, and his parents are from the former Soviet Union. They believe in internationalism and took the initiative to come to support Nanzhou.

After their deaths, young Mr. Adamek inherited his parents' clinic and legacy.

With his superb medical skills, he was soon hired by the former president as his personal physician.

Moreover, Mr. Adamek often provides free medical treatment to the poor, prescribes cheap and effective medicines, and even delivers babies at low prices to young pregnant women.

Unfortunately, Mr. Adamek was assassinated in an assassination attempt in April, leaving only his heartbroken wife and several young children.

The wife loved her husband deeply and did not want the Adamek family's dream to end here. She shouldered the burden alone and continued to run the private hospital he left behind.

However, without Mr. Adamek, who has superb medical skills, the clinic has ceased to exist in name only. Several attending doctors felt that they had left one after another, and the remaining employees left one after another. Only a few barefoot doctors and intern nurses were left struggling to support the clinic.

What's even more tragic is that unlike the cheerful and optimistic Mr. Adamek, Mrs. Adamek is gloomy, melancholy, and sullen. People say that she exudes the smell of death in a funeral home.

Some rumors believe that she killed her husband and blame her for the decline of the clinic.

Over time, no one went to the Adamek Clinic anymore.

Although the clinic is still open as usual and never seems to care about the losses, the residents of Abishan City believe that it has become synonymous with ominousness and is a ghost from the underworld.

The failure of the business and accusations from the outside world have made Mrs. Adamek's spirit gradually become abnormal. Recently, she was seen talking to some people dressed in black at night, and she was suspected of joining some kind of mysterious underground organization.

The mother and son whispered unidentified speculations. Some said she was serving foreigners, some said she was the general's concubine, and some said she was smuggling contraband.

Because she is rich.

Even if the clinic has been losing money, Mrs. Adamek always wears a valuable black dress and walks elegantly on the streets, followed by several silent maids, and she has no shortage of servants of all kinds.

People have speculated about the origin of her assets.

"You seem to be afraid of her." Lin An said keenly.

"A few days ago, General Rohan Lubbasi asked Mrs. Adamek to become a personal doctor again. We dare not touch his bad luck. Maybe his soldiers will find this excuse to kill us."

Laurent Lubbasi is the presidential candidate of Abishan City. Lacon Ou is the most Westernized country in central South Africa. Many people have a Western name and a South American surname.

"I see." Lin An nodded, "Since you said she has no shortage of servants, why do you come here to recruit hourly workers?"

"General Rubasi assigned her a task. She needs temporary employees." The vendor said honestly, "We are very cheap and can do anything for money. There are no taboos."

The vendors spoke very poor French, and Lin An struggled to understand them.

Coincidentally, the so-called "mission" was related to Kapender Kumasi's public speech. The general asked Mrs. Adamek to provide local vaccines and simple medical services to international journalists.

The people of Abishan were prejudiced against Mrs. Adamek and did not dare to work for her. For fear of getting into trouble, Mrs. Adamek had to send someone to this small fishing village thousands of miles away to post a recruitment notice.

Glancing at the recruiters who were surrounded by people, Lin An said goodbye to mother and son and strode in.

If he wanted to sneak into that international press conference, the job provided by Mrs. Adamek was a good breakthrough. Moreover, Lin An suspected that the so-called "underground organization" that his wife joined might have something to do with the voodoo mystics who supported Carpenter. It doesn't matter.

"No. 42." The recruiter who registered the list glanced at Lin An and handed him a piece of paper with a red seal. "Take this and report to No. 245 Yamoussoukro Street, Abishan City tomorrow."

“Can I sign up two other people?”

"Okay, the more, the better." The recruiter pulled another piece of paper and said, "The next one."

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By sub-Saharan standards, Abidjan is a livable and civilized city.

The influence of the former colonizers of Dove Country permeates every area of ​​Lacon O, from gastronomy to education and culture.

Many breakfast restaurants on both sides of the street are selling baguettes and coffee. Lacono people in a hurry are carrying black briefcases and holding phones under their heads, chattering in fluent French.

If you ignore the infrastructure and skin color, this place looks like a hot version of Pali.

Lin An asked the Maori to stay at a remote beach and took Lin Xile and the trimmed Edward to the gathering place of Mrs. Adamek.

The reporting time was 11 a.m., so the three of them found a place to have breakfast in the city center. Lin An ordered a bacon and egg croissant and a cup of coffee, while Edward ordered a special delicacy called "Foutou" .

"Sounds like fondue," he commented. "Fondue, right."

When the dishes were served, the familiar aroma hit his face, and Edward's eyes widened with hope.

Foutou is the Lacon O's version of fufu, made more elaborately than the Bantu, with corn and soybeans, and served with a bowl of thick tomato-based fish garnished with pepper and herbs.

"Does it taste good?" Lin An smeared the egg on the cut surface of the croissant and looked sideways at Edward, who looked embarrassed.

"At least it's more fragrant than the national dish of stewed frog soup." The reporter was still arrogant.

"As far as I know, the most popular restaurant in Langton is called Le Gavroche."

"Well, your croissants do look good." Edward reluctantly put down the half-eaten corn and cassava dumplings, "Can you give me half of it?"

"Exchange it with Lin Xile. I don't want to eat Nanzhou food anymore."

Although the girl was only an alchemical being, Edward still asked her politely before exchanging their plates.

"Can I take your coffee, young lady?"

"Let her have a taste first." Lin An manipulated Lin Xile to pick up the coffee and take a big sip. Suddenly, a weak feeling of rejection came and she put down the cup uncontrollably.

Then, the coffee flowed out of the corner of her mouth and fell on the tablecloth.

Edward opened his mouth slightly, and Lin An couldn't help but widen his eyes.

After a long time, the reporter picked up a napkin and wiped the mess in front of Lin Xile. Lin An took over the control and let her clean the corners of her mouth and thighs.

"This is the first time since she was created that she has made her own choice." Lin An smacked her lips and said, "Why is the first thing she does is to express her disgust for coffee."

"Maybe she just doesn't like bitterness." Edward tried to smooth things over.

After breakfast, the three of them bought matching clothes at a local store and came to the reported address.

Yamoussoukro Street is a relatively wealthy and developed part of Abishan City, which is different from the dirt roads, neo-Romanesque buildings and garbage everywhere in Bantu Kinshasa.

Even in the midst of a civil war, Lakon'ao was far superior to Bantu and most southern countries in every aspect.

Buildings with different characteristics are located on both sides of the asphalt-paved avenue. The green lawns and trees are neat and regular. They are obviously trimmed regularly. There are also some residents walking their dogs on the road.

The three of them counted the house number and stopped in front of a small, dark, Gothic-style villa. Many people who had arrived earlier than them had gathered here, standing and sitting, waiting for the next instructions.

Not long after, the loud voice I had seen in the market before came out.

“Please queue up and register in an orderly manner and do not push!”

One by one, the temporary workers got into this somewhat gloomy house. When the door was closed, an icy wind that Nanzhou people had never felt blew in their faces, making everyone shiver in unison.

"It's colder in here than outside." Edward whispered, "Is it because of the construction of the building?"

"Well..." Lin An was silent.

After everyone handed over the paper with a red seal, the loud voice led them to an empty hall and asked them to line up in a square queue.

"Wait a moment, Madam will give you the task in a moment." said the loud voice.

Can you actually see me? Lin An raised his eyebrows.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the impatient people began to whisper among themselves. A quiet and gentle voice suddenly sounded, like the soft alto of a piano, interrupting their whispers.

"Good afternoon, thank you all for coming."

Accompanied by the faint fragrance of lilacs, an elegant woman wearing a black dress, black hat and black gloves pushed open the door.

The high collar wrapped around the swan-like long neck, revealing her bloodless cheeks. The too pale color reminded people of a vampire, as if she would be wiped out in the sun at any time.

The woman pursed her lips, and a small black mole, like a drop of tear, stayed under her sad eyes.

"I am Mrs. Adamek." (End of Chapter)