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Carlos looked down, his eyes darkened, as if he recognized the person in the photo.

At this moment, Lin Yue's right hand went around his left rib, and he pulled the trigger twice.

Two gunshots were fired, and the white male who was trying to escape fell to the ground, his legs twitched a few times and then fell silent.

"explain!"

Carlos shivered.

"Yes... yes, he is a 'painter'."

"'Painter'? The 'painter' who sold fake dollars?" Lin Yue threw him a fake dollar bill: "Is this what you bought from the 'painter'?"

Carlos picked up the counterfeit banknote and checked it in detail: "Yes, it is a super counterfeit banknote made by the 'painter'."

"Tell me about your impression of 'Painter'."

"He doesn't talk very much; he can drink very well; he is serious in his work; he keeps his promise, and he will never be a minute late when we meet at several times..."

Every time Carlos said something, Lin Yue frowned, because the matter was beyond his cognition.

The photo I threw on the coffee table was that of Li Wen, and Carlos said that Li Wen was the "painter". If he didn't lie, then his previous speculation was wrong?

Judging from the current situation, it is unlikely that Carlos lied.

"that's it."

After a moment, Carlos stopped.

"I've said it all, I've told you everything about the 'painter'."

Lin Yue raised the pistol and pressed the trigger with his index finger.

BIU~

Carlos had a blood hole between his eyebrows.

The two women curled up in the corner behind were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to look this way.

Carlos is a big drug lord in Juarez City. He is so majestic on weekdays that even the police dare not provoke him. Every year, 80 if not 100 drug addicts and informers die at his hands. What about now? There is only one key enemy to kill someone in his own home.

Lin Yue came out of the living room, got into the BMW car and started the engine, and drove to the gate without forgetting to kill the two gatekeepers. Like Carlos and his subordinates, who made their fortunes from the drug business and bullying the market, there is no psychological pressure to kill them.

Take the fake U.S. dollars seized by the Texas police as an example. Even if they knew that the criminals were hiding on the south bank of the Rio Grande, the U.S. did not dare to act recklessly, because it might turn into a political incident and attract infamy, and they relied on the Mexican police to crack down on the U.S. dollars. Is it possible for someone like Ross?

So when Lin Yue came to Mexico this time, he did not contact the local police station. The murder of Carlos and others will be reported in the newspaper tomorrow. He has already returned to El Paso. The latecomers inherited Carlos' business and territory, and the police did not lose any interests.

At midnight that day, Lin Yue drove back to the United States, found a motel at random and slept, and then took a plane to the manufacturer of acid-free paper in the movie where Li Wen bought it, and sold 500 tons of acid-free paper to the "Painter" group. Mr. Burner of the paper asked a few questions, and then left the United States.

...

a week later.

Havana, Cuba.

Mr. Roberts, with a cross necklace on his chest, hangs upside down in an abandoned private house, with lit cigarettes stuffed into his ears and nostrils, and there is a fresh scar on his right cheek, which is the price he paid for blowing out the cigarettes from his nostrils.

"Mr. Roberts, how do you think smoking four cigarettes in one breath is better than cigars?"

Robles was panting heavily, his eyelids were trembling constantly, as if he was about to faint.

There are five photos on the ground, and the people in them are Hua Nu, Li Wen, Wu Xin, Si Zai, and Bo Zai.

"I'll ask again, who is the 'painter'."

Robles stretched out his hairy hand tremblingly, pointing to the photo of the Chinese girl.

"Are you sure she is a 'painter'?"

"It's... sure."

Lin Yue walked behind Robertson, put his knees on his back and pulled the cross necklace back. After a minute, he let go of his hands and walked down the stairs quickly.

...

five days later.

Inside the back room of a club in Dublin, Ireland.

There were several dead people lying on the table. Blood flowed from the hole in the chest, slid down the edge of the table, and hit the floor drop by drop, forming a circle of blood puddles.

Lin Yue took off the brown paper bag covering Mr. Willis's head, and showed a gentlemanly smile: "Do you remember now? Dear Mr. Willis?"

Huh~

Huh~

Huh~

The elegant-looking gang boss stared fiercely at his face: "You will pay for what happened today."

Lin Yue smiled, put the kraft paper bag back on, and let it go after about half a minute.

Huh~

Huh~

Huh~

Willis's face was flushed, his lips were purple, and he was breathing air desperately.

"I won't give you a third chance."

Lin Yue pointed a gun at his head and said, "Say, who is the middleman?"

"There is no middleman. Fifteen years ago, the 'painter' came to me and asked me if I wanted some goods."

Lin Yue picked up a painting that was on the ground.

"I found this earlier, who gave it to you?"

"'Painter,' he said for my birthday."

"very nice."

Lin Yue took out his pistol, aimed two shots at Willis' body, lit a cigarette, opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

...

Eight days later, Bangalore.

...

Ten days later, Pakse.

...

One month after leaving Vancouver, Lin Yue returned to Canada.

When he found Nguyen, she was painting the opposite shore on the patio of a nostalgic cafe on Granville Island.

Lin Yue moved the record player in the hall to the door leading to the terrace, took out a vinyl record from the system space and put it on, and gently pressed the needle.

One morning in springtime as day was a-dawning.

Bright Phoebus had risen from over the lea.

...

If you will come down to St. John's Town with me.

There's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle.

There's ne'er been a lady dressed grander than thee.

Ethereal female voices and soothing musical notes rise with the wind and flutter in the sky above the terrace.

This is a ballad, or a love poem, from Ireland.

Ruan Wen put away his brush, put down the paint tray, and looked back at the man standing at the balcony door smiling at him.

"You're back?"

"I'm back."

The temperature in Vancouver this year is low. Even though it is close to June, the average temperature in a day is only 14-5 degrees.

Granville Island is located in the middle of the river, so the wind is a bit strong and a bit cold.

Lin Yue walked over and put a brown shawl with azure checks and tassels around her shoulders.

"When I went to Ireland, I only bought a vinyl record from a certain age, and a handmade shawl woven by a girl from an Irish horse farm. I hope you like it."

Ruan Wen grabbed the shawl with his hands, feeling the softness and warmth of the wool, and looked at him without blinking his beautiful eyes.

"Thank you, I love it."

Lin Yue smiled, walked to the front of the drawing board, looked at the colorful long river and the bridge in silence.

Ruan Wen helped him pull a chair, and the two sat side by side, quietly watching the water kissing the bluestones on the tidal flat.

The quiet scene lasted for almost a quarter of an hour.

A ship passed by, and the captain blew the whistle.

Woo~

The majestic voice rushes between the river and the bridge.

Ruan Wen put away the flow of emotions in his heart, and glanced at his side face: "How is the investigation going?"

Lin Yue shook his head: "Very confused."

She was a little puzzled by the answer: "Can you tell me?"