Wine and Gun

He looked down at the man's face with a complicated mood. Amalette looked a lot thinner than before, and there were faint cyan shadows under his eyes. At this time, his face was showing a terrifying pale color... Hardy Still remember that trial, when the judge announced the final sentence, his expression was so calm. People like Amarette should know that his time in prison will not be easy. Is such a scene also in his calculations?

He wanted to sigh, to grab someone's neck and ask the truth - he especially wanted to talk face-to-face with Albarino Bacchus, because, as Olga said, what is a person from? When did you start crossing that line? Since when did you become a demon? ——But he couldn't ask any of these questions, the people who could answer his questions were silent, and the sound of the ambulance whistle had already sounded from a distance, like an abrupt end in the night. .

Winter Westland is covered in snow for half the time, especially around Christmas. Maybe some children think that the snowfall at Christmas is in line with their ideal holiday expectations, but adults don't think so.

Gradually snowfall at night like this usually means all kinds of trouble for the trip the next morning, when a row of three ambulances pulled up in a wild place like the New Thacker Federal Penitentiary, everyone. Thank you for the fact that the snow is not very heavy now.

A prison guard assisted the emergency doctor to lift Amalette into the ambulance. The first emergency doctor was very young with a few freckles on his face. He was obviously a little surprised by the bloody clothes of the patients who needed first aid this time, and while fixing the wheel on the ambulance, he said to the prison guard: "Oh my God, there was a terrible bào movement. ?"

"Almost." The prison guard responded vaguely in a place that would least affect the activities of a doctor and two other nurses in the car. He didn't make it to the scene, but according to the guards who arrived first, it was their worrying prisoner, Herstal Amalette, who faced the Latin Kings alone. Surrounded by a few bastards - although this one is lying unconscious in the ambulance now, but look at the other members of the Latin King Gang! Jerome and one of his thugs were dying before the doctor arrived, and another stopped breathing once before the ambulance arrived.

—Some say this is the Westland pianist. The prison guard was thinking in a complicated mood, and he inevitably took a few glances at Amalette lying in the center of the ambulance: his blood-stained prison uniform had been cut open by the doctor. The scars on the bottom, one of the wounds on the waist looked deep and still bleeding. From the guard's point of view, he couldn't see Amarette's face, only a few clumps of blood-stained hair gleaming dimly under the bright lights of the ambulance.

The car was speeding fast and smoothly on the road in the suburbs, and the windows were all white. The prison guard watched the young doctor examine the wounds on Amalette's body, the various instruments on the ambulance beeped, and the nurse reported various parameters he did not understand, which seemed to be about heartbeat and blood pressure.

And a little behind their ambulance, there was a constant blaring of sirens, and a police car was trailing behind them, with Officer Bart Hardy in the car. There is no doubt that the one who was going to go with him to the hospital, and the lady named Jenny Griffin who came with him is now in prison, waiting for the other police to arrive at the scene, the one named Alexander. The young police officer stayed with her—with so much happening to the volunteers in her experiment, her project must have been scrutinized by the authorities.

"Okay... there are no other more deadly wounds, except this one, I suspect there is something foreign in this wound... oh." The young doctor said while stabbing a pair of tweezers - the prison guard really didn't want to use such a rough word , but his movements did look extremely painful-going into the wound on Armalite's waist, a stream of blood gushed out, "We are going to the hospital for other head examinations to see what causes the His coma, but I guess it's a concussion dàng—"

At the same time, he pulled out the tweezers in his hand and took something out of Amarette's wound: it was a knife blade about two or three centimeters, and the knife seemed to be Jero. A knife used by one of the thugs.

"It should be that the knife got stuck on the rib when it stabbed into the body, and then snapped off when the person holding the knife turned the handle. It won't be fatal except for the pain." The doctor was brisk. He explained it neatly, while neatly doing a hemostasis treatment to the wound. "Aren't those criminals under supervision? Where did they get so many knives?"

The guard didn't know how to explain it to the doctor... Cigarettes, drugs, and sharp weapons circulate like currency in prisons, and when you're the boss of a prison gang, there are always ways to get them, Jerome can It's not surprising to give your thugs a few knives, and some prison guards who take bribes will turn a blind eye to this.

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