Wine and Gun

He remembered the look in the eyes of the man staring at the corpse, and the dead man was even the employer he had served for many years.

Herstal looked at him as if trying to answer something, but he was quickly interrupted: before his lips parted, they heard a gunshot from outside the office.

The voice was too close, obviously it was in front of him at all. There was a chaotic scream somewhere outside the office, and at the same moment, the two of them almost jumped together.

"I guess you don't have a gun, do you?" Herstal asked.

"I'm a forensic doctor, not a police officer," Albarino replied with a frown. "Even if I had a gun license, I wouldn't bring a gun to work every day."

But it was too late to say anything now. The two of them had already rushed out of the office together, and poor Emma was huddled under the baffle of the cubicle outside the office, shivering, although Albarino reckoned from his experience that if it was true A gunman rushed in, and the baffle in the compartment was not even vulnerable to bullets.

Herstal's office is in the most remote corner of the floor, and there is a long corridor to reach the common areas. Most of the higher-level lawyers have separate offices to sit. Only the new recruits and interns sit in the outermost large office. Although the office is still spacious and bright, it is undoubtedly a relatively large office. more crowded.

Now it is that office that has become a mess:

An excited bald man was standing in the center of the office, holding the gun in his hand high, looking at the meaning, he must have shot at the ceiling just now. Now the gun was swaying to and fro with his shivering gasps, and he aimed the pistol at the chest of a clerk in the office, who froze and pressed against his desk tightly.

"You liar!" the bald man shouted hoarsely, "now I have nothing! It's all your fault!"

The clerk's face was stiff, and he spoke like a gnat: "No... it's not like that, I didn't expect it at the time..."

"You bastard! I'll never believe what you say again! You'll suffer the same loss as me—" The man's voice was shrill, and the hand holding the gun was shaking.

The staff in the entire office had already run halfway in a panic, and Albarino had already shrunk in the back, unobtrusively sent a text message to Officer Hardy, and it was estimated that it was only a matter of time before the police arrived. The clerk was shaking like a sieve, obviously unable to say a word.

Herstal tentatively took a half step forward, raised his hands, and said, "This gentleman—"

Unfortunately, the gentleman apparently had no intention of negotiating at all. He shouted hoarsely for a long time just now, but now he can finally concentrate and look around, and find that everyone hiding under the table is staring at him in horror, obviously it is only a matter of time before the police arrive. The man didn't lose his nerve, and he started shooting very quickly - or in a panic.

In the next second, the situation was so chaotic that it was impossible to describe in words. The clerk fell to the ground with a thud as if it had been run over by a train, without even a single unnecessary scream. The pistol in the bald man's hand was obviously full of bullets, and the remaining bullets shot at the person still standing in the room in confusion. One of the obvious targets was Herstal, who was still trying to negotiate.

This was too sudden and illogical, Herstal obviously didn't react, or in other words, the reaction he made was exactly what an untrained ordinary person would do in this situation. No one can really dodge bullets like in the blockbuster movies, at least not in the current situation of being caught off guard. The harsh gunshot sounded, and Herstal raised his left hand subconsciously - a weak blocking action, So instinctive, vulnerable, and defenseless—and then Albarino threw him in the middle, and the two rolled into a scattered pile of printer paper.

It's not that Albarino is well-trained. As a forensic doctor, he doesn't have to accept the training of the police. The only reason he reacted was that he didn't listen to the guy with the gun at all, but stared vigilantly at his swaying muzzle, so when he shot suddenly, Albarinobi tried to talk to him. Herstal is more dominant.

The two of them fell into a ball rather inelegantly, and the imposing and polished floor of this office was quite hard. But apparently Albarino smashed Herstal under him, buffering part of the impact.

Albarino got up with his hands and feet on the ground, and just saw the gunman rushing out in a hurry. He was really a novice. More employees crawled out from under their desks, trembling, while the man who was shot was lying on the ground, bleeding furiously.

It doesn't seem like it's time to think too much now. When Albarino rushed to the injured employee, he happened to see him press the wound with trembling fingers in vain, but he couldn't use his strength at all. Albarino reached out to help him compress the wound, while directing employees who were already crying to call an ambulance.

It was at this moment that Herstal knelt beside him.

When Albarino looked back at him, he saw that the normally calm lawyer was looking down at his bleeding staff—in fact, he looked calm, but his hair, which had always been neatly fixed with hairspray, was somewhat It's gone, but otherwise uninjured.

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