Wine and Gun

Indeed, the man is still lying in the hospital now, and the bullet that passed through his brain prevented him from uttering a complete sentence. Although his limbs were still able to move, he could no longer make specified movements. He's now like a scrapped machine that can only take orders but can't output anything, and Westland reporters, such as Leohard Schreiber, are happy to spend pen and ink describing his current situation to readers, Give everything a layer of karma mystery.

- But is this really karma?

"...I don't know what's right," Hardy said gruffly after a long time, looking at the frown on his brow, he could even guess that all this was the source of most of his recent distress," Stley said. De is undoubtedly guilty, and Armalette is... guilty. But the way Agent McCard chose is... Olga, when you asked me this question, did you already have your own answer?"

"I never have an answer. I don't need an answer, Bart," Olga replied with unusual equanimity. "I don't take sides or presume a position. Answers on moral issues are as useless to me as the Final Judgment."

She paused and smiled.

"I just want to know what you all think."

Herstal looked warily at the young man named Fist, and anyone in prison who was greeted so warmly by his fellow inmates would be as wary as he was.

And the young man went on cheerfully: "May I call you Herstal? Or do you want me to call you pianist? By the way, I think what you have done to Kabbah Slade is very pleasing. !"

...Well, obviously there is a young man who often pays attention to the news and agrees with the Westland pianist a little bit. There are a lot of people like this in Westland, and some people think that the pianist is cool and handsome, and he is a living replica of Batman.

"Call me Amalette," Herstal answered him deadpan, "or better, Mr. Amalette."

"Why are you so unfamiliar!" Pfister said, and covered his heart in pain, "You're going to be with me for the next fourteen months—yes, I only have fourteen months left. Sentence, good behavior can be commuted - I heard you were sentenced for more than 60 years, right?"

Hestal never imagined that his cellmates would become familiar and talkative, but since he didn't know how long he would stay here, he had to try his best to get used to it. He folded his arms, leaned against the wall with ease, and asked, "What are you in jail for?"

"Fraud," Pfister said cheerfully, "the prosecutors used this charge, but I don't think it's entirely true: girls give me money, and I give them love, care, and awesomeness. Sex - the only problem is that the company I made them invest in doesn't really exist! How can this be a scam!"

Herstal wanted to point out that his affairs were considered fraud in any country, and when he explained it, it sounded like a combination of fraud and cowherd.

"And the last girl, lovely Annie, I really like her a little bit." Pfister continued to chatter, obviously, he finally waited until someone came to share his feelings with him, and he was completely unwilling to give up. Hard-won opportunity, "You just can't imagine how I'm bào exposed, my girlfriend, uh, is she my girlfriend? She's a nurse, and it turns out—"

And his roommate obviously didn't want to know how a fraudster exposed in front of his fake girlfriend. Fortunately, at this time, a harsh bell sounded in the corridor, which made the sun jump. Pfister stopped the conversation politely and looked out of the iron railing: "Ah, the morning activity time is about to start."

Herstal looked like he was saying "Thank God".

- The results are not over yet.

"Come to the playground with me." Feister warmly invited him. Is he an elementary school girl who has to go to the toilet with her classmates? Herstal really wanted to roll his eyes at him. "I can tell you about the situation in this district. Is this your first time in jail? It's important to know that the boss is something you can't afford to offend in a place like this."

... It seems that the fraudster in front of him does have a rich experience in prison.

Ask yourself, Herstal really doesn't want to talk to him, but Fister is right about one thing: Herstal knows how complicated the relationship in prison is, and many gangsters were born from prison in the first place. Therefore, it is very important to figure out the division of forces in this area where he is located. This is the first step in all future plans.

Herstal looked at each other, and Pfister looked at him with a rather expectant look.

Finally, Herstal nodded slowly, agreeing: "Let's go."

Albarino was silent for a long time.

It's hard to guess what he's thinking at this moment - most people would think they don't know what's on the mind of a murderer - he still keeps that polite smile, but it's still cold, It looked like he was trying to figure out when to get a knife out of him.

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