Wine and Gun

"I guess you want to ask a lot of questions now," Olga whispered, but not so young that Areola couldn't hear them.

"Shouldn't I? You didn't want to ask my opinion until you decided our fate," McCard pointed out.

"I don't need to ask your opinion," Olga shrugged, "you look like a tantrum six-year-old who won't say what you want for Christmas, and then say old-fashioned' Santa Claus doesn't exist'—I know what you want, I just skip the riddles and the hesitant hints to each other."

McCard retorted: "I didn't—"

"Do you want to shoot?" Olga interrupted crisply, "Or are you planning to play another game now?"

McArd looked directly at the man, took a deep breath, and yanked the trigger.

click. Empty gun.

—Then the pistol returned to Olga's hand.

"The third shot is also an empty shot." Officer Hardy reported the latest progress in the newsletter. Somewhere under the roof, where Herstal could not see, Olga had just fired the third shot. "The revolver has a total of six bullets. Nest, we are running out of time, so I can only let the people on the periphery break through together: one group breaks through the window on the second floor, and the other group breaks through the stairs."

This is an old-fashioned house. I don’t know if it was an ordinary residence before it was used as a shop. Anyway, there is a pipe erected on the roof, which should be a smoke exhaust pipe. The roofs of many houses built in the last century This structure will still be preserved.

The policemen in ambush on the roof had already fixed their rigging to the smoke exhaust pipe and were ready to rappel down and break through the window. But the police officer in charge of the downhill still pointed out worriedly: "But, sir... there are too many people in the room, and the two groups of people may be in a dead angle after entering, and they cannot directly kill the target. The magazine of the gun is full, then everyone is at risk."

And Hardy apparently thought about it for a while, and after a moment he said, "Agent McCard has fired the fourth shot, and the fourth shot was empty. Let's go with the plan, we only have two shots left. "

At this time, Herstal, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up.

"How's Olga's marksmanship?" he asked.

Hardy paused, and spoke a little confused when he spoke again: "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and as far as I know, it's very good: I heard this from a friend who worked in the Chicago Police Department; Graduates from college are also very good - what do you ask this for?"

"I have an idea now," Herstal said.

McCard handed Olga the gun again, his palms soaked with sweat, heating the metal of the revolver.

When Olga took the gun, his movements were still light and clever, but at this time Blanca Areola spoke first: "None of you want to say something?"

"I don't have anything to say anyway," Olga replied without thinking. "I don't confess to anyone, not a clergyman or a psychiatrist—and I don't mean to open up to a serial killer."

After she said this, McArd's face seemed to be a little worse than before. Olga no longer looked at McCard, but turned to Albarino: the latter hadn't spoken since the start of this crazy game, his eyes were focused - as if he were mainly looking at Olga - The mind seems incomprehensible.

"If no one wants to say anything," Olga said flatly, "then I'll continue."

Herstal said slowly: "I was wondering if Olga could have killed the killer if there was an opportunity to briefly divert Areola's attention from Albarino - maybe just a few. In seconds, is her reaction fast enough?"

"Can you draw Areola's attention away?" Hardy's voice seemed to be filled with anticipation. It seemed that Olga's own abilities were worthy of his trust.

"There are two bullets left in the pistol," Herstal warned, walking up to the smoke exhaust pipe, reaching out to sweep the snow off the metal, "There is a good chance that the next shot will be out of ammunition, then she Gotta fire another shot."

"I can have the teams ready at the same time, and if she misses the target, the others will be there in time," Hardy replied over the radio, "The most important thing now is for Areola to move the muzzle from Al. Open, that's the most important thing."

Herstal stared fixedly at the exhaust pipe, recalling in his mind the positions of all the people he saw on the screen of the surveillance car, the exhaust pipe was on the second floor, Blanca Arere Aura and Albarino should be in a straight line, with Areola right in between...

Herstal tried his best to stretch his brows and said, "Then arrange it as soon as possible."

Olga aimed the pistol at the center of McCard's eyebrows, looking at her expression as if she still wanted to smile, but that impulse seemed too crazy in a scene like this. McArd is a little confused. He knows that Olga hates himself, but obviously he shouldn't hate him to the extent that he wants to kill him. In any case, Olga Molozze has always been a very public and private person. .

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