Wine and Gun

And Areola looked at him - McCard didn't know what his expression was like, but the other party must have seen something from his face, and maybe he knew the truth from there. Because the next moment, Areola suddenly laughed.

The laughter was mixed with the weird sound of blood gushing out of her throat, and Olga's shot must have gone through her lungs. She reached out and grabbed McArd's shirt with trembling fingers, and then she coughed violently, splashing blood on his face from between her lips in the air.

"It's you! It's you!" Areola shouted sharply, breathlessly, between laughter and coughs; Gasping, blood gushing out of her throat intermittently.

"Everyone died for you today, Agent McCard," she hissed in a low, cursed voice, too low to be heard, "...I don't know if George hadn't been caught. How many more people will be killed... but I killed the two people who died today for you."

Her voice was low to nothing, until it was replaced by another horrific spasm, until McCard watched her fingers stiffen and slip from the placket of his shirt. And when he turned his eyes away from the man whose breathing gradually stopped, and turned to his side, he saw Olga Molozze standing behind him.

Olga still looked expressionless, almost like the character in the portrait. She walked over silently, half-kneeled on the floor, and picked up the pistol that had been kicked away by the police officer who had attacked earlier—the gun looked like a Glock 17, but...

Olga put his finger on the gun's trigger guard, turned it around in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

With a thud, a small flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun, burning steadily.

McCard gaped at the gun—the lighter in the shape of a pistol—and Olga.

"That would explain why she took the victim's gun before," Olga said flatly. "What terrible things people can do when they make up their minds - and it's easy for others to be played with them. In the palm of your hand, isn't it?"

McArd stared at the flickering flame, and was silent for a while before he recovered his voice, and then he asked gruffly, "...what do you know?"

"I know the bullet is in the sixth cylinder," Olga shrugged, "just as directors like to arrange for bombs to stop at the last second, it's a dramatic technique: she We put pressure on, let the pressure build up over the previous five shots, and at the last moment, we all know who the gun is in and who the bullet will kill—she hopes that pressure will push us between us It's human nature for the person who did the wrong thing to speak up, or for two people to frame each other."

McCard took a deep breath: "...then you chose to be the first to pick up that gun."

If Olga was the first to pick up the gun, by the time the actual sixth shot was fired, that gun would land in McCard's hands -- and McCard knew him so well, so Know that this is not an act of kindness.

Olga shrugged: "I said, I want to know when a person decides to kill and when he decides to save. Of course, Tobart's blessing, I can't prove either of these two points."

"So you're just watching me as a guinea pig? Wondering when I'll actually cross that line?" McCard asked rhetorically. "You're cruel, Molozer."

"In my eyes, the boundary is not clear, and you must have crossed something, so you have to be very careful in the future." Olga snorted lightly, stood up, and at the same time held the light , threw the plastic fake gun to McCard, looked at the other party and caught it in disbelief, "Merry Christmas, Agent McCard."

Olga stood there watching McArd leave - the expression on the other side's face was complicated, whether it was anger or something else - and Officer Hardy ordered the officers to take pictures of the scene in high spirits, and then took the dead man's body. The body is put in a body bag.

Good, she thought. Bart Hardy is actually quite business-like. He tries not to let himself be too emotional when handling a case, unless the deceased really reminds him of his wife and daughter too much. This attitude can prevent people from getting hurt. Most of the people are because their feelings are too delicate and abundant.

Albarino finished writing the transcript on the other side and walked to Olga's side idly. He also watched the back of McCard's departure until the other's figure was completely drowned by the darkness at the end of the stairs.

Then he asked, "What will happen to McCard?"

"It won't matter," Olga said in the same tone that he was discussing about something completely unrelated to him, "Arreola did accuse one of us of perjury, but I don't know if you found out, on me When Bart was carrying the bug and recording, she never made it clear what was going on. Anyway, McCard didn't call in the end, so most of Areola's speeches will end up in the Crazy nonsense, unless she confides in you some other evidence."

Search [Book Reading Assistant] official address: www.kanshuzhushou.com Millions of popular books are free to read for life without advertisements!