Wine and Gun

He didn't know what the other party was thinking, and this fact made him even more irritable.

"Mccard," Olga asked, looking at her former supervisor, "I've always wondered, at what point does a person decide to become a murderer?"

McCard looked at each other, frowning at the endless question.

"And even if a person is guilty of heinous crimes, at what moment does he decide to take action to save other people's lives? - These two questions, today I will definitely know the answer to one of them." Olga ended his sentence lightly.

Her fingers pressed the trigger smoothly.

Herstal stood in front of the exhaust pipe.

This pipe is too narrow, otherwise Hardy and the others would definitely be tempted to throw flash bombs or tear gas in it, but something of that size would definitely get stuck halfway.

Herstal wiped the snow particles that fell on his eyes with the back of his hand, then threw the contents into the smoke pipe.

At the same time, there was still a voice in his heart reminding himself that it was pointless to do so.

Blanca Areola stared closely at the two men.

The pressure builds up gradually, and she knows it very well. The university professor was still calm, but Agent McCard was clearly nervous, and she was waiting for the moment when the string snapped...and that moment would come soon.

Olga's fingers were halfway down the trigger—

Then Blanca heard a soft crash.

At first she thought it was just her hallucination, but unfortunately it wasn't: because the next second she heard a clear collision sound in the darkness that should have been empty beside her: loud, crisp, abruptly in such darkness. People feel creepy.

Areola is not a trained person, which explains why she turned sharply, the gun in her hand pointed directly at the darkness that made the strange noise. And at this moment-

At this moment, the window at the other end of the room shattered suddenly, and a police officer with a rope hanging on his body shattered the glass with his elbow and jumped into the room.

At this moment, there was a sound from the stairs, and it was the sound of several heavily armed police officers rushing up.

At this moment, Olga Molozze smoothly turned the muzzle and fired the first shot at her. The first shot was an empty gun, and the pistol only made a slight click. But this is the only thing that a revolver has better than a semi-automatic pistol. After the bullet jams, it will automatically rotate the revolver to the next cylinder to fire, instead of removing the slide and barrel to clear the jam like the semi-automatic pistol. bullet.

Olga immediately fired a second shot, the sound of the bullet being fired made a loud noise in the small room, and then the bullet hit Blanca's chest.

As far as Olga's position is concerned, when she hits Blanca, it is very likely that she will accidentally injure Albarino: after all, from her position, Blanca is almost half-blocked by Albari. In front of Ballino, assuming the bullet passes through her body, there is a good chance of injuring Albarino.

Originally, judging from the position where the opponent was chained to the wall, he was almost unavoidable, but Albarino squatted down neatly and rolled at the moment when the gunfire sounded, avoiding the scope of the gunfire. When Blanca fell heavily and the police rushed into the house, Olga could see the handcuffs still wobbly hanging on Albarino's wrists, with a stab in the keyhole of the handcuffs. Twisted paper clip.

At the same time, the rattling thing finally rolled out of the exhaust pipe with a loud bang, rolling across the dusty floor.

Blanca struggled on the ground, and she could feel the blood gushing out of the wound on her chest, forming a small pool on the ground. She raised her head and looked laboriously at the thing rolling across the ground, which gleamed silver in the white beam of the flashlights dangling in the hands of the rushing police.

—It was a little metal, round bell that hangs on a Christmas tree.

Hestal Armalite listened to Hardy's voice on the other end of the radio reporting the status quo in a loud and uncontrollable excitement.

He returned the communication device in his hand to the officer still standing on the roof, and began to slowly climb down the roof from where he had come up.

The snow has almost stopped, but it's still too cold here.

Amid the cacophony of voices, Lavasa McCard walked towards Areola.

The other party struggled a little in the pool of her own blood. The pistol in her hand had been kicked away, and there was no threat now, just like all criminals who are about to spend the last period of their lives. McCard estimated the amount of blood she was bleeding, and knew that she couldn't hold the ambulance—and, given the current weather conditions, the ambulance probably wouldn't be able to come.

He didn't know what state of mind he was in when he knelt in that pool of blood. In fact, there was a voice screaming frantically somewhere behind his ears, and the voice had been singing since Olga picked up the gun. The beginning of this crazy tune, and he never stopped any part of the process.

The truth stood on the tip of his tongue, glued to his jaw, but he still couldn't say a word.

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