Wine and Gun

Ms. Musk ignored these quarrels and turned to the direction of the judge and jury: "Not only that, I hope to present to the court a test report that WLPD invited psychologists to do for Mr. Amarette, the report can show "Mr Amarette's psychology is completely normal, and there is no situation in which severe trauma and psychological disorders have led to the need to kill Slade in order to obtain psychological peace."

As the jury circulated the report, Olga took the time to explain to Annie: "They did it to make sure Herstal didn't excuse himself with psychological problems - there were cases like this before, say 1984 In the case of Gary Plage in 2009, he shot the criminal who killed Qiángjian's own son while the police were escorting him. In a later trial, the psychiatrist confirmed to the jury that at the time, Plage was in the heart of Qiángjian. During the torture, there was no other way but to kill the murderer of the son... In short, under the influence of many factors such as psychology and public opinion, the father was only sentenced to probation and community service."

"Then..." Anne hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but ask her, "Does Mr. Armalette have any psychological problems?"

"Anyway, it's not a simple problem that the psychiatrist invited by WLPD can see." Olga didn't know what to think, and sneered, "They have learned from 'an ordinary person who was sexually abused in childhood and has psychological trauma'. From an angle, it is estimated that there will be no favorable results for Herstal."

"His life is not in danger!" reported the men who hurried over to Huihui, "We found him two intersections away, but his leg was cut and he couldn't stand up!"

Midaren breathed a sigh of relief, while Miss Morgenstern beside him stood with her arms folded quite leisurely, her beautiful red hair hanging over her shoulders, and there was no special expression on her face.

They were standing in the clearing of the alley, in the narrow brilliance of the lights, as if on a small circular stage. There was a man lying on the ground. It was the young man who was stabbed in the chest before. He should also be an addict, and now he has died. Jason Friedman was nowhere to be seen, and only a trail of ticking blood stretched forward on the ground, the traces left by Hunter when he wanted to escape the threat of the gardener.

Within a minute, Hunter was also limping with the help of one of Miss Morgenstern's subordinates. He knew what was going on when he saw the empty space that was obviously missing one person, and couldn't help but lowered his head. He scolded: "Damn, Friedman was taken away by him? Midaren, did you call the police—"

"He didn't," interrupted Miss Morgenstern.

Hunter then cast his gaze on the red-haired woman who had been ignored for the first time. He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm an investor in this store," she replied flatly. "My name is Gabriel Morgenstern."

Hunter didn't care about the name she mentioned at all, and he ignored the obvious exotic atmosphere. At this moment, his focus was still on the missing victim and the missing Sunday gardener. Before he could think further, Miss Morgenstern interrupted his thoughts.

"I didn't let him call the police," she said.

"...Why?" Hunt couldn't help raising his voice. If they called the police, they might still have a chance to block the Sunday gardener. It was impossible for the other party to hide a big living person in the trunk of the car to escape the police at various intersections. Investigate, if the police come in time enough—

"I want to ask you first," asked Miss Morgenstern calmly, "how in your original plan were you going to catch the Sunday Gardener?"

It seems that Midalun has already told this lady who their target is, otherwise it would be impossible to get help from her and the subordinates around her... The jīnggān and taciturn appearance of the subordinates around her made Hunter feel a little bit in his heart. An ominous premonition, such a person is either a rich man's bodyguard or a gang boss - and he is not an ordinary gang boss. Who is this woman in front of him?

"I'm just going to follow him, you must have seen it, my current physical fitness is completely unable to deal with someone like him." Hunter shrugged, "I plan to lock his communication tool, follow him, and then Report it to the police and let the police take over."

"I'll give you a similar option," replied Miss Morgenstern slowly. "You can let me take over."

"what?!"

The other party didn't answer, but took two steps slowly and stood still in front of Hunter. They were so close that Hunter could not help but want to back away a little, only to find his arm tightly clamped by Miss Morgenstern's man who was supporting him.

"Two customers who came to my store were lured to the back door by a drug dealer, and they died and disappeared... Don't you think this is not good for the reputation of the store? Not to mention, these two young people are still considered Influential figure in Westland." Gabriel Morgenstern said softly, lips parted, the color of the lipstick almost black under the streetlights, looking a little scary, "So My advice: drop the pursuit of your target and let a distressed businessman try to restore her credit first, Mr Hunter."

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