Wine and Gun

Therefore, some older officers in the police station will inevitably put on this worrying tone when they are at the same dangerous crime scene with him, and Officer Hardy is no exception.

Albarino returned a warm and worrying smile to the other party, watching the other party's figure plunge into the unknowable darkness.

There are still a few police cars behind Albarino now, and the nervous police officers are stationed there, needless to say, as if genuinely worried that Jones will emerge from this alley. In fact, Albarino also looked at the map. This road is the only way to enter the abandoned factory area in the back. If he was Jones, he would choose to walk away.

All in all, the officers were either waiting for an opportunity or listening intently to the radio, and none of them gave Albarino much attention. He retreated silently into the long darkness cast by the wall, and then walked quickly in the direction of the gunshot—he could always find another door to enter the factory, and he had almost memorized the contents of that map.

He has to go and see if Herstal Armalite will be killed by a tasteless low-level kidnapper, which is what he cares most about now.

Jones' muzzle shook violently in a startled condition, which kept the bullet out of his torso, and Herstal felt a scorching wind brush his thighs, followed by a hot blast. The pain was cut favorably by the adrenaline—the bullet grazed his left leg, leaving a not-so-deep laceration, not much pain now, but sure enough later.

Of course, the premise is that he can live to "wait a while".

At the same time, he had rushed in front of Jones, knocking him violently to the ground.

The other party cursed, and the backpack full of banknotes was knocked over. He could feel the money falling to the ground one after another, causing the soles of those who stepped on it to slip. The two of them rolled into a ball, his hand caught in Jones's wrist, trying to twist the muzzle of the gun the other way—

boom! Another shot.

The bullet missed and flew to the ceiling. Herstal's head was humming, but at least the good thing was that Hardy's people would definitely be able to find here quickly following the sound of the gunfire.

Here's the downside: he's running out of wiggle room.

He violently knocked the gun out of the opponent's hand, kicking it far away with his uninjured leg during the scuffle, until he heard a crisp sound when it hit something metal. Jones let out a desperate rant, which was of no use.

His blood was boiling under the skin, and there was a strong desire to pierce the throat of the person in front of him. Herstal's hand was firmly on Jones' neck, and he could hear a low hiss from his throat. The idiot's eyes finally widened in fear, as if he had realized what kind of predator he was facing in hindsight.

And he imagined the touch of the knife in his mind, the faint sound of blood flowing out when the sharp blade stabbed into the abdomen and smashed the internal organs. Beneath the hot and gradually tearing mask, he almost calmly folded his fingers, controlled the force, and counted the time. Hardy will come sooner or later, and until he does, he can enjoy it as much as he can tolerate.

Because they were fighting to defend their lives - no one could blame them for that.

Herstal listened to the sound of the air entering his trachea getting weaker and weaker, his pulse beating wildly and recklessly between his fingers. If he is hard enough or fast enough, the opponent will shock soon, but unfortunately not today.

"WLPD! Hands up!!!"

Herstal let go of his hand suddenly, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly and coldly in the darkness.

Jones, who was finally out of breath, shivered and shoved him off his body, and Herstal complied, of course. A team of police officers rushed past him and ran to Jones, who stumbled up and was dazed by the lack of oxygen but still tried to escape, while another team went to rescue the little girl who was crying so much that she was about to lose her breath.

Herstal stood up and stumbled as the pain in his leg gradually returned. The policeman beside him also noticed that he listened absently to what the other party said about "injured", "ambulance" and so on. Too concerned - he looked ahead, Jones was pressed to the ground and handcuffed by several police officers, but his eyes were still staring in his direction, there was a vague, unbelievable panic in the man's eyes, and sometimes, The look in the victim's eyes satisfied him.

That is, at the same moment, a hand grabbed his elbow.

Herstal turned his head and said in a less shocked tone, "Albarino."

The forensic doctor looked at him with a smile, and while saying to the other police officers, "I'll take him to the ambulance," he half-supported and half-forced him to move forward. The young man whispered in his ear: " Bart won't let me in, I got it secretly, I better get out of here before he finds out I'm there."

Hardy was now standing over the little girl in the distance, a hand half protectively around the little girl's shoulders, apparently calling Davis's wife. Herstal didn't intend to get involved, so he just followed Albarino's guidance and walked forward, leaving a series of dripping bloodstains on the ground.

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