CHAPTER TWELVE
In the morining, Alex woke up in good spirits. “Today, should be a good day.” He inculcated in himself. However, in reality, it wasn’t going to be a good day!
As he was going to the hospital the traffic ceased. The sirens of the ambulance and the noise of the full cars came down on the crowd like a nightmare. Alex knew that this time it was a terrorist attack eventhough he didn’t turn the radio on. He only tried to guess how many people had died. Was the terrorist exploded in a crowded bus? Did he entered a restaurant or cafe and blew up the bomb. How many people had died in this attack? To whom, this attack would make profit? Which problem could be solved by filling the blood lake instead of stopping it?
The news started to flow. As Alex thought to himself, a terrorist h
