Wine and Gun

——Fifteenth Avenue is one of the two roads with traffic jams.

Herstal's eyebrows rose, and Albarino calmly hung up the phone and said to them, "There's a hospital at the end of Fifteenth Avenue, and from there they'll send an ambulance to meet Crims. The entirety of Fifteenth Avenue will cross before the fork in the road—Clara, if you hear an ambulance whistle in a while, be sure to tell me right away.”

"So," Herstal said, "if she hears the ambulance, she's on Fifteenth Avenue, and if she doesn't, she's on the other way."

"Hopefully," Albarino blinked, "or if another ambulance happened to pass by her street, or if the traffic jam she encountered was just a sudden traffic jam caused by a car accident, we can't judge. Wrong street—that's all we can say is that we really don't deserve the goddess of fate."

He was right about that, it was the best decision they could make until there was no other evidence. So they just had to wait - every second of time was terrifying, and at the same time, the carbon monoxide concentration in the small room where Clara was apparently getting higher and higher, they could hear the girl already Start to gān vomit.

Then, after about five minutes, finally——

"I hear the ambulance!" they heard the girl shout.

Eleven thirty.

"Good news, Al said they've basically identified Clara's location, and they're on their way there now," Olga said, as she hurried through the WLPD's front room with Hardy, where they used to be. The place where the Christmas tree is erected. Just now, they had to delay for a few more minutes to search for any other eligible high-rise buildings near the murderer's most recent haunt-the search time after they arrived at the scene was very precious, and if they found the wrong place at the beginning, it would be over.

But another good news is that there are not many buildings that meet the conditions, only those three buildings.

There are not many buildings in three buildings, but it takes time to find one building, but if the two of them go together, it is very likely that they will catch up. It's past the morning rush hour, and if you don't consider the speed limit, it takes about a quarter of an hour to drive to where the office buildings are located.

However, just as the two of them were about to leave the police station—

"Moloze!"

Hearing the familiar voice calling her name, Olga stopped abruptly, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Lavasa McCard standing at the door of the police station, her face darkened and her brows furrowed. And... no, the man subtly put one of his hands on the hem of his clothes, where the holster at his waist was.

"I need to talk to you, Molozer--now." McCard's voice was cold, as if very disappointed. "Sergeant Bull called and told me that you were at the police station now, and I came."

Olga stared at him, then suddenly grinned.

"What if I don't want to talk about you?" she asked casually. "You're determined to shoot me again this time?"

Chapter 63 Isaac's Altar 05

Eleven thirty-one.

Olga was blocked by McCard at the door, and other officers in the hall looked in that direction. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Hardy sneaking out of the police station. Obviously, he had to go ahead and find Wallis.

Up to now, it is not very difficult to explain the cause and effect to McArd, the problem is that Olga really dare not explain this to McArd easily - the consequence of confessing to McArd is a group of heavily armed SWATs. He rushed to the scene of the crime vigorously, and the murderer had already stated that he would not tell the police about it. How powerful is the anti-reconnaissance ability of the butcher? Will he choose to throw Wallis from the tall building the moment he sees a suspicious person?

Olga really wanted to sigh and want to go to the "I'm Resigning" bar for a drink without getting drunk - the first time the name of the bar confirmed her heart - and McCard's face was tense. , finally said the purpose of his sudden appearance in Westland.

"You should know about the serial killer 'The Butcher,'" he said. "We suspect that he was a man named Orion Hunter—and this man was with you. You know Where is he, Molozer?"

Olga really couldn't help rolling his eyes at McCard and the unknown little valet behind him.

"I've imagined you making a lot of mistakes, McCard," she said earnestly, "but the one you made today was definitely the dumbest one I could have imagined."

Eleven thirty-eight.

"Albarino, we must hurry," Herstal said. "She has stopped answering my words."

- Here's the situation: Albarino, Herstal and old Hunter all huddled in Herstal's Rolls-Royce Wraith, Albarino holding the steering wheel. Don't look at this person who usually drives smoothly, but now driving the car fast has shortened the time required for the journey by half.

Ordinarily, Herstal wouldn't let Albarino touch the steering wheel of his car, but now he can only sit in the passenger seat, with Hardy's laptop on his lap, connected to the Hunter's Internet Hotspot.

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