Wine and Gun

But Albarino still nodded slightly to her: "Miss Morgenstern."

"Gardener." Gabriel replied in a lazy tone, pointing to the sofa opposite him gently, "Sit down."

"It seems that you have made a big change to the store, is Ms. Mirkov okay?" Albarino asked as he sat down, taking this as an ordinary greeting. He's pretty sure that the store is now completely set up according to Gabriel's hobby, after all, when he came here before, he hadn't seen a dancer in full McQueen.

The sofa was quite soft, and as soon as he sat down, a beautiful Latina girl standing quietly on the side of the sofa stepped forward silently, poured that overly expensive wine into the wine glass in front of him, and then silently returned to the original place. place.

"It can only be said that she is still alive. After she messed up so many things, she can't expect better results." Gabriel continued in that soft tone, his eyes softly from Albarino's face. It swept up, like a snake's body that snaked across the human skin. "And you? Are you here to talk business?"

"It depends on your sincerity," Albarino replied.

"Am I not being sincere enough? Or do you think the warden at New Takker Federal Prison willingly put Amalette in a cell with a scammer who didn't belong to any gang? Those prison gang leaders live together." Gabriel snorted, "Since I guess you have met the warden, you must have asked him about Amalette's current situation, right?"

Albarino gave her a deep look: "Does that have anything to do with you?"

"The warden doesn't just wag his tail at one person, he's both sides." Gabriel didn't answer his question directly. She lowered her head and tasted the wine in the glass gracefully, her blood-red hair slipping down slightly. Shoulder, "Let's get down to business: what can you give me?--or, after some thought, how much are you going to give me?"

The last time we met, Gabriel Morgenstern had made it very clear that she was dissatisfied with the Sunday gardener's choice to work in her shop, and the only way to redeem it was the one from Sequoia Manor. A list - given that she says she knows some of the people on the list are Albarino's prey, and therefore doesn't intend to ask for the full list, she can be quite a talker.

Albarino wasn't going to ask what the lady was going to gān with that list: what was a mob boss who was going to do whatever he could to open a market in Westerland was going to gān here with the list of Sequoia Manor? It's not a matter of saving your life after hearing it.

The only thing Albarino needs to know is whether he will get the results he wants after giving.

So he took a picture out of his pocket in silence and threw it on the table in front of him, with Gabriel's dark chocolate fingernails pressed against the corner of the picture, and dragged it slowly over - the picture There is an unsightly messy scene printed on it, and the location is obviously in the Sequoia Manor. On the soft big room, a red-haired middle-aged man is holding a little girl who looks less than ten years old in his arms.

The man had a very familiar face, and it was the mayor of Westland City, Mr. Bruce Pritz.

Gabriel looked at the photo carefully, then raised his head again, the smile on his face remained unchanged: "You threw a very fat bait."

"So are you hooked?" Albarino asked rhetorically.

Of course he understands what Gabriel Morgenstern wants - if the other party wants to gain a foothold in Westland, it is impossible to have no collusion with the politicians, the larger gangs in Westland. , the forces behind it are also intricate. In this case, Brooke Pritz, who is likely to run for governor in the future, is certainly a too good choice.

And Gabriel obviously knows this too. This person didn't know who was on the list before, and only at this time did he realize that he had caught such a big fish; but from his expression, it was impossible to tell that Gabriel had such a big fish. Thought, she just looked at Albarino quietly and asked, "So, what do you want?"

"This requires a good talk." Albarino replied calmly.

Midaren Pullman — who, if all goes well, may soon be renamed Midaren Molozer — woke up in the morning in a second bedroom at Olga's house.

His room was quite messy, some of his personal belongings that he had taken to Olga's house in the process of escaping from the orphanage's bedroom many times, and some of them were gradually added by Olga after he lived here longer and longer. Incoming furniture.

The half-dismantled IKEA cardboard boxes were still stacked in the corner, and Midalen and Hunter regretted it the day after they went to pick out the chest of drawers: IKEA furniture is really not something that ordinary people can assemble by themselves, even if one of them is Victoria So did Strand's famous bounty hunter.

In fact, Olga's house is really empty. According to her words, "I just received a payment when I want to buy a house, so I am very rich." In short, she bought herself a three-story building with a wave of her hand. A house with another basement, garage and garden ended up with most of the rooms empty, not even a single piece of furniture stuffed in.

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