CHAPTER 129
RENAN CARMICHAEL received the call from the queen herself indicating the place where her son was and cursed all the gods for having to abandon the hunt for Yuliya Barah and her son.
They surrounded the London Zoo's reptile building and snuck in. They saw the prince already submerged trying to fight for his own life, Renan gave the signal and the team went to the acrylic coffin, as soon as they got close, they stepped on a mine, which exploded.
Renan ducked and saw Ian Clark shoot some of his men who were in line of sight.
— Recompose, Alpha 1,— he shouted and his men retreated.
— Good boy...! — Said Ian Clark when taking Igor Zumerick hostage — the prince is gone, now we have one more fundamental piece that can go too.
Ian took a knife and placed it over Igor's neck.
— Know that it's nothing personal, Zumerick.
He then passed the knife over the priest's neck and contemptuously threw the body to the ground. As soon as he opened his arms to boast, he received a barrage of shots from Renan's team.
— WE HAVE TO SAVE THE PRINCE!— Greg shouted when he saw that the water had completely covered him.
I hope there's still time...
Greg knew that the average person could hold their breath for a few minutes, under no circumstances could they go beyond ten minutes, otherwise they would have serious neurological complications.
Renan was scanning the place to make sure there were no more explosives or other people, impatiently, he motioned for Greg to proceed.
First Greg saw fire equipment, broke the glass and took the axe...
I hope it's not too late...
He arrived before the coffin and had the biggest fright of his life.
It's not possible...
THE PRINCE OF WALES couldn't take it anymore, he took his last breath and held his breath, suddenly, after three minutes, he couldn't hold it and surrendered, feeling the liquid enter his mouth. However, he realized that he didn't lose consciousness, he could breathe with some difficulty underwater... which was a miracle.
It's not possible that I'm not dead...
He looked into the American detective's face through the glass, using a fire sledgehammer to break the lock. In a very short time, the glass could not withstand the American's attacks and gave way, shattering into pieces. The water ran out quickly emptying the coffin and the prince was held by Greg.
'Are you all right?'
He nodded, unable to speak, his lungs were burning.
— How is it possible that he didn't drown?—
— Perfluorocarbon — said Renan, feeling the viscosity of the water.
They are dense and non— toxic liquids, they have high chemical and physical stability. They have low surface tension and are up to twice as dense as water. Gases such as hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide and inert gases are soluble in PFC. Perfluorocarbons have low surface tension, do not interfere with the properties of surfactants, in addition to playing a protective role for surfactants and the alveolar lining membrane. In addition, they also act as carriers of waste located within the alveolus.
— It's perfect for situations like this where you make the person believe they're going to drown, so they say everything they know so they don't suffer one of the worst possible deaths.
— Apparently someone has been studying.
Renan smiled.
— Let's say I've already used this, you can rest assured that the prince will be fine.
The medical team came in and did the first tests confirming what Renan had said.
— THANKS, GREG.
Greg gave a nodding smile. When he was about to offer a bow, he was startled by the prince's expression, which seemed to be seeing a ghost. He immediately looked back and saw Igor stroking his neck:
— That was close...
GREG HUGGED IGOR, glad his friend hadn't died, he was holding the plastic clerical collar in his hands.
— I think I'll have to have this framed here, I never imagined that being a priest could have saved my life.
— It's not over yet… we have to arrest Albion.
Igor agreed.
— But we had a stroke of luck finding the prince.
— Luck smiled on us once, why wouldn't it smile again?—
Igor looked at Greg strangely.
— Do you happen to have anyone in mind who Albion is?—
— Remember the old man in the square with the Newton statue?—
Igor nodded.
— He is Albion.
— As you know?
— Because I saw him die right in front of me...—
***
ALBION WAS SMILING, he had the Prince's confession for all the royalty had done for Peter Ball and now he was smiling to himself, he would finally end the monarchy.
All powers are already broken, now is the time to show the world true enlightenment...
He sent the file to all the television networks.