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In the next moment, the entire scene suddenly surged with chaos.
The crowd began to surge toward the campaign convoy, transforming the once orderly supporters into a wild tide. Banners and slogans waved in the air, and the shouts became increasingly disordered. The security personnel immediately grew tense, trying to regain control, but the situation was already spiraling out of hand.
Carter's gaze locked onto one individual in particular—a man wearing a gray coat.
He was being jostled in the crowd yet remained unnaturally calm, starkly contrasting with the excited supporters around him.
His head was lowered, the brim of his cap pulled down low, nearly obscuring his entire face.
Carter furrowed his brow deeper; the man's behavior was too strange.
If someone was desperately trying to push their way to the campaign vehicle, there were usually two possibilities—either they were a fervent supporter wanting to get close to Rain, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, reach out for a handshake, or ask for an autograph; or they were an angry protester looking to seize the opportunity to rush forward and shout at Rain in frustration.
But this man was neither.
He didn’t look up at Rain; he didn’t display any excitement or anger. He simply kept his head down, hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched as if deliberately trying to conceal something.
This was not an ordinary voter, nor a simple protester.
This was someone trying to avoid attention—
Someone attempting to hide amidst the chaos.
Carter's breath instantly grew heavy, his heart raced, and his muscles tensed reflexively. His knuckles turned slightly white; this feeling… he knew it all too well.
This was the scent of battle.
This was the assassin's move.
“Rain, get back!”
Carter growled in a low voice, but Rain remained on the car, smiling and waving at the crowd, completely unaware of the impending danger.
He didn’t know that death had already blended into the throng.
Chaos erupted in an instant.
The Gray-Clothed Man finally pushed his way to the front, and Carter's gaze was locked onto him, his sense of crisis reaching its peak.
At a forty-five-degree angle.
From this position, he could directly aim at Rain's head.
Carter's eyes suddenly narrowed; his brain didn't even have time to think. He acted purely on instinct honed from the battlefield—
He lunged toward Rain!
“Get down!!”
He forcefully pressed Rain down, nearly pinning him against the roof of the SUV, and then—
“Bang!”
The gunshot shattered the air.
The bullet struck the top of the SUV, sending metal shards flying that grazed Carter's arm. The searing pain made him gasp, but he couldn't afford to focus on the wound. He pressed Rain down firmly, ensuring he was completely out of sight.
The scene erupted into chaos—
The crowd screamed in terror, banners and flags fell to the ground, shoes stumbled over paper, and the cacophony of screams and shoving created a disordered noise.
The security personnel sprang into action. Several guards rushed toward the crowd, zeroing in on the shooter, the Gray-Clothed Man—but he showed no intention of fleeing.
He stood his ground, not in a hurry to fire again, instead wearing an unusually calm expression as if waiting for something.
"Get him!" someone shouted as a few guards lunged at him.
However, in the next moment—
"Bang!"
A second shot rang out, this time much closer, blood instantly splattering into the air.
One of the guards was hit in the chest, stumbling a few steps before looking down in shock at his bleeding body. Then he collapsed backward, knocking over a colleague behind him.
"Damn it!" another guard yelled as he charged forward.
The remaining guards reacted swiftly, no longer hesitating. They tackled the Gray-Clothed Man to the ground, pinning his arms and wresting the gun from his grasp.
"Let me go... Do you really think this will change anything?" The man lay on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet his gaze remained cold, even tinged with a hint of mockery.
This was not a random attack.
It was a meticulously calculated assassination.
Carter's breath came in quick gasps, a buzzing still ringing in his ears. The pain from the wound on his arm throbbed, but at that moment, there was only one thought occupying his mind—
If he hadn't restrained Rain just now...
That bullet would have found its way into Rain's skull by now.
Rain lay slumped in the car, eyes wide and face pale, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
He gasped for air, glancing around nervously, his voice trembling slightly. "Did someone just shoot?"
Carter pressed his lips together and nodded, his gaze fixed intently outside the car, like a beast still on high alert.
Rain blinked, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, then slowly nodded as if trying to steady himself.
He reached out and patted Carter's shoulder, his tone low but sincere. "Thank you, Carter."
Carter said nothing more, merely nodding slightly before reaching out to grasp Rain's arm, preventing him from moving—because it was still not safe.
But Rain had no intention of staying in the car.
"I want to get up." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
"Rain, it's too dangerous right now!" The secretary said anxiously from the side, his voice tinged with suppressed fear. He even reached out to try to stop Rain, but the latter ignored him completely.
Rain simply gripped the handle inside the car tightly, took a deep breath, and then suddenly stood up, peering out over the roof of the vehicle.
Carter's expression changed in an instant.
This madman?!
No one knew if there were any lurking attackers outside. Standing out like that was practically tempting fate!
But Rain was not just a politician; he was a charismatic speaker capable of swaying crowds. He understood that in moments like this, he could not allow fear to tarnish his image—if he shrank back now, he would forever be marked as weak in the eyes of his supporters because of today's assassination attempt.
So, he chose to stand up, to take control of the chaos himself.
Outside, the scene had descended into turmoil.
The crowd screamed in terror, some pushing and shoving as they fled. The street that had been alive with excitement moments ago had turned into a scene of uncontrolled panic.
Several medical personnel rushed to the fallen security guard's side, kneeling on the ground and frantically administering first aid as blood pooled on the pavement in a glaring red stain.
Meanwhile, more security personnel had formed a tight perimeter, nervously scanning their surroundings to ensure no other attackers were hiding within the chaotic throng.
But Rain stood there, firmly atop the car, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene. There was no fear on his face—only calm determination.
"Rain, come back!" the secretary shouted urgently, her tone laced with a clear plea, but Rain remained unmoved.
He simply raised his hands, signaling for the crowd to quiet down.
Carter, on the other hand, kept his gaze fixed on the crowd, his hands clenched tightly, his alertness unwavering.
Standing atop the car, Rain looked down at the chaotic throng, took a deep breath, and slowly raised one hand.
His fist was tightly clenched and held high, like an invisible banner symbolizing the struggle against fear and malevolence.
The gesture was simple yet profoundly stirring.
The clamor of the crowd gradually subsided, all eyes drawn to this singular act.
Then Rain spoke, his voice resonant and powerful, piercing through to each person's heart—
"May God save this world!"
The words thundered through the streets like a bolt of lightning!
In that instant, the crowd, previously engulfed in terror and chaos, erupted into a deafening chorus of awe and exclamations.
"Oh my God, he's still standing there!"
"Rain is fine! He hasn't been intimidated!"
"This is the true leader! This is the warrior of the people!"
In the next moment, the crowd raised their hands in a frenzy, echoing Rain's words, as the entire street was engulfed by the resounding slogans—
"May God save this world!"
"May God save this world!"
"May God save this world!"
The chant reverberated repeatedly, like a fervent battle song. Everyone waved their arms, fists raised high, their eyes shimmering with a fiery light.
This was no longer an ordinary campaign parade; it was a awakening of faith, a declaration against fear.
Rain stood atop the car, welcoming the cheers and applause with a determined smile. He knew he had already won.
No matter who had sent the gunman today, their aim was to bring him down. But now, not only had he not fallen, he had become even more unshakeable.
This assassination attempt had turned him into a symbol—a leader who would not bow to fear.
Standing beside Rain, Carter watched everything unfold, feeling an indescribable thrill.
He had always believed that changing the world required guns and bullets, but now he began to doubt—perhaps sometimes, it was a person's words that truly ignited the fire to change the world.
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