Wine and Gun

He clearly had something to say, and Gabriel looked at him and continued to ask, "But what? It sounds like there should be a but behind this sentence."

Albarino laughed again: "But my muse hasn't returned yet. Before that, I can't easily leave Westland."

Gabriel was not surprised by this answer, still smiling, blinking slowly, the shadow of an eyelash flashing across her white skin. It seemed like an unintentional private invitation, but it was just the norm for the woman in front of her.

"Then I can only wish you success in your last exhibition," she said in an almost cheerful tone.

The Sunday Gardener nodded slightly and said, "Goodbye then, Miss Morgenstern."

It started to rain in October, and today is another rainy day. The morning outdoor air at New Takker Federal Prison was ruined again. All the prisoners in the East District were driven into the indoor stadium - two basketball hoops are definitely not enough to consume. Their excess spirit.

The people who joined the various gangs quickly hugged each other, and the rest of the gangsters who did not join the gang wandered in inconspicuous places, for fear that they would suffer because of attracting the attention of some elusive boss.

And Pfister, an oddball on the East Side, roams the crowds like a duck, promoting his stock of marijuana leaves. In fact, Herstal didn't really want to know where he usually hid the marijuana.

After living with Pfister for so long, Herstal had almost figured out Pfister's story: this man had a sympathetic drug dealer friend—a true brotherhood—who was trying to make sure Pfister's safety in prison, willing to provide marijuana at a very low price for Pfister to sell in prison, provided that the gang bosses don't bother him.

Although Feist's friend is not a big drug lord, he doesn't seem to be an ordinary low-level drug dealer; it seems that if he insists on getting along with this person, it will also cause some trouble for the drug supply chain of some gangs. In short , Pfister became a "lovable Pfister" in prison because of this incident, and was not beaten when it was annoying to this extent...or worse, jījian.

After a while, Pfister came back to him with a smile on his face. He stood beside Herstal and whispered, "Several people have asked me about you!"

This is not surprising, the incident in the bathroom almost made Herstal famous in the battle, after all, there was a group of people watching when the body with the slit throat was carried out. In less than a day, the crippling behavior of this suspected Westland pianist has quietly spread in the East District. The most important thing is that he has not been locked up because of this, which is worth making others more. Carefully weigh his methods.

Honestly, that's actually one of the reasons why Herstal was so hard in the bathroom - a bigger part of it was because the bastard was groping on him, and he's kinda bad at that sort of thing after all Memories - he needs some means to deter the gangsters who are just around the corner, but it's best not to be so violent that the new warden throws him back into a solitary cell.

What he needs is fear, and fear brings safety and opportunity; and behind fear must be temptation, because those gangsters cannot tolerate a lone láng in their turf, temptation brings chaos, and chaos will bring to leak dòng.

Hestal was not surprised by the current progress, so he was not too interested in the new news brought by Feist. He just raised his eyelids at the other party and said nothing.

"They all said that the boss of the 'Titus Brotherhood' wanted to recruit you, which is not surprising," Pfister curled his lips and glanced in the direction of the group of white people gathered in the northwest corner of the stadium, "You He's white, and he was a socialist before he was jailed, so Isaac's must have been very appealing."

Isaac was the boss of the "Titus Brotherhood" in the East Side, a guy with sparse pale hair and fierce eyes. Herstal hadn't spoken to this man, and the Titus Brotherhood always seemed to keep aloof when the Latin gangs were looking for him.

"Actually, I think it's not bad for you to join them. After a while, the other gangs must be ready to move again. They won't keep watching you complacent." Pfister suggested kindly, "Seriously, you are very Possibly jailed to death on the Eastside, joining a gang is a good choice, maybe in a few years he can be Isaac's second-in-command - I heard he has eleven years left, and he may even be promoted And you."

Pfister was clearly thinking a little further, and indeed quite optimistic.

Herstal just shook his head and said simply, "I'm not going to join any gang."

Moreover, he knew that he would not spend the rest of his life in prison.

Pfister's lips moved, and he seemed to want to say something, but at this moment, a prison guard was crossing the sports field, and the people in orange prison uniforms automatically made way for him, as if Moses passed through the colors. Gorgeous ocean.

"Hestal Armalite!" the prison guard shouted gruffly. "Where is Armalite?! Your visitor is here!"

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