Wine and Gun

Suddenly, McCard felt a stinging heat in his throat. Strangely, Olga Molozze's sarcastic smile still appeared in a corner of his mind. She said: The two people who died today closely related to you.

How crazy, how unreasonable, but—

"What, what?" McCard asked, pausing stupidly.

In response, the other party first showed an unpleasant smile and opened his mouth, but his voice was still sharp and frantic, as if there was too much pent-up anger lurking in it.

"My lover died in an unfair competition, and that wasn't the outcome he envisioned. One of the outcomes he envisioned was that he was arrested for the flaws he showed, rather than being framed for something he didn't commit at all. The case. He wants to win you both righteously, or lose plainly - but one of you two has taken away his only possibility. I won't allow him to suffer this kind of insult rǔ...I have to let He rests in peace."

"...And you don't know who did that." As always, Olga grasped the only point in the complex rhetoric.

They looked at each other in the dark, the only source of light coming from two flashlights standing in the corners. Those brilliance cast a pale halo on the remnants of the standing models, drawing jagged shadows on the ground and walls, like a crazy celebration of fools.

Then Blanca smiled and said, "...Yeah, I don't know who that is, what should I do?"

This is obviously a question, because she paused and gave an answer quickly.

"It doesn't matter," she murmured, taking a deep breath. "I prepared a game for you that wasn't very fair. I guess after all this, we'll even be even."

Still pointing steadily at Albarino's body with her gun-holding hand, she drew another pistol from her waist—the one she had taken from Officer Corris—she held the revolver Lay it on a dusty floor and slide it lightly across the floor.

With a screeching sound, a distinct track drawn on the dusty ground, the pistol stopped between McCard and Olga.

McCard looked down at the gun, feeling his heart sink to the deepest depths for the first time since today.

"I'll give you two options," Blanca said briskly. "First, the pistol under your feet has only one bullet in it, and you two can choose to play a game of Russian roulette with it: use It takes turns shooting each other until the bullet inside is fired. When one of you dies, I'll let the other go with this Doctor Bacchus."

Olga blinked, and when she spoke, her voice was so steady as if she was not discussing the matter: "What about the second option?"

Blanca let out a light, terrifying laugh: "The second option is: I want the one of you who forged the evidence to contact the Pennsylvania police now and tell them about your perjury. -Have them tape and assure them that even if you are being coerced by a serial killer now, you are not lying; just do it and all three of you can go."

This option is not even easier than death: making false statements in formal trial proceedings alone is a third-degree felony, not to mention being an FBI agent who forged evidence to frame a suspect who was even sentenced to prison for the case Note the death penalty. If the person who forged the evidence turned himself in, in addition to being ruined, he would also face more than twenty-five years in prison.

And each of them knew that a former FBI would not have an easy time in prison.

She paused, enjoying the terrible silence.

"If neither of you want to vote, I'll kill you all with this gun in my hand," Blanca added. "Trust me, enough bullets."

Chapter 56 Let it Snow 07

Although Blanca asked Olga and McCard not to bring weapons or other police officers to the scene, it did not make them "not allowed to bring bugs and pinhole cameras", and this loophole was reluctant qiáng can drill - that's why Olga wears a small radio on her body, and that hidden miniature lens is pinned to her neckline.

Blanca's voice was clearly broadcast in a police surveillance car, but unfortunately it was too dark inside, and the screen captured by the camera and displayed on the car's screen was a little unclear.

The van could hardly move in the snow, but it just so happened that it had been parked near the gate of the WLPD before, and the location Blanca had chosen was within the range it could monitor.

Now, Hardy and Herstal, along with the injured officer named Alexander, are in the car. The voice from Olga echoed through the earphones, and when Blanca made her request, Herstal could clearly hear Hardy spit out a series of swear words.

"Sir?" Alexander asked quietly.

"We really need a SWAT team right now," Hardy murmured, resting his forehead on his hand, looking exhausted, "we don't have the experience and expertise they have in handling hostage rescues—Alexander, where are they now? already?"

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