Wine and Gun

Albarino slowly moved a little bit away from the window, and his other hand stretched out as far as he could, groping against the wall—

Until he touched the window frame on the other side.

Adjacent to the infirmary is a doctor's office, where the night shift prison doctor spends the night.

There are no iron bars in the window frames, since there will be no prisoners in this office; but there should be a bored doctor in the room at this time, but that doesn't matter.

Albarino showed a sincere smile.

Herstal was slammed to the ground on his back.

He might have hit his head this time, and the whole sun throbbed in pain, but all in all, as long as he didn't spit it out on the spot, he didn't have to think too much about the concussion. He was holding the wrist of the big man above him, and the knife in the big man's hand was trying to stab him in the throat - in this arm-wrestling bout, the other one he had just punched in the eye The guy was staggering forward and kicked his side.

Herstal felt a piercing pain, his ribs may have been cracked, and at the moment he couldn't help groaning, the knife in the big man's hand suddenly pressed down a few centimeters, and swept away dangerously. over his neck. Herstal felt a searing pain.

Many people gathered in the cells on both sides of the corridor to watch the fight, and Herstal could faintly hear people whistling and applauding. Jerome was watching not too far away—his first thug was kicked in the crotch not long after the fight started, and was rolling on the ground in pain, But Jerome didn't even give the guy a single glance - this gang boss must have bribed the prison guards, otherwise there is no way to explain why they beat them to such an extent that there is no one to stop them, the prison guards are bizarre at this most critical moment. Disappeared.

Hestal could see the disgusting smile on his face at the words he wanted to stab him in the throat, and he must have felt that the victory was in his hands. At the same time, he could also feel the blood gradually flowing down his hairline into his ears, and at this time he didn't even know where the wound was... Herstal was desperately under the man's suppression. After struggling, he finally found a chance to bend his knees and slammed into his abdomen, while twisting his hands hard.

With a snap, the knife landed heavily on Herstal's ear.

His reaction was fast, even faster than the two guys next to him - he grabbed the knife that fell on the ground, and without looking at it, backhanded it and passed it to the face of the big man who was pressing on him. The knife stabbed into the man's cheekbone, slid into his eye socket with force, and left a long cut on his face.

The man covered his eyes and screamed in pain, while Herstal lifted his foot and kicked him in the stomach, and the man staggered back and fell, trembling.

Hestal clenched the knife and felt his hands were covered with sticky blood. He nudged the ground with his hands and stood up.

At this moment, Hestal was covered in blood, some from the other party's blood, and more from the wound he was stabbed. At this time, he didn't even feel the pain. eyes are surprisingly bright.

The thug who hadn't fallen took a step back subconsciously, and Jerome's angry eyes fell on him.

Herstal twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile without a smile.

Albarino used a wire to open the old-fashioned latch in the window of the prison doctor's office, and he could even see the prison doctor inside during the whole process - sitting with his back to him, looking down with relish Cell phone, and wireless earphones in my ears.

Albarino almost wanted to laugh at such a person. Anyway, he couldn't do such a thing as facing a window without warning, even if the window was on the fifth floor. Or maybe he's persecutory paranoid, he thinks it's always a good thing to be careful, and I don't know how many murderers are arrested out of complacency.

He carefully opened the window and turned inside. The feeling of his feet on the solid ground told him that he really didn't like the feeling of crawling against the outer wall of the building on a snowy night. Albarino lifted the corner of his mouth and silently took out a knife from the scabbard on his back. He took the dagger and tiptoed towards the unsuspecting doctor—

The rest happened quickly. He quickly covered the doctor's mouth from behind, and then cut his carotid artery with a knife. When the blood spurted out, a little bit of it stuck to his rubber gloves. , and the rest of the wall was sprayed without hesitation. The white walls and doors were randomly covered with a layer of bright red, which looked very strange.

But Albarino himself didn't care much. He gently placed the prison doctor's body on the ground and wiped his open eyes in surprise.

"Rest in peace," he muttered in a low voice with a smile, as he wiped the blood from the knife on the doctor's clothes and pushed the knife back into the sheath. Then, he slowly took off the rǔ rubber gloves, rolled the bloody side inside, and stuffed the gloves into his trousers pocket.

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