Wine and Gun

Albarino didn't know if the other party was complimenting him, he didn't sound like it. In response, he could only shrug his shoulders nonchalantly, and said, "You definitely didn't come here to clean people's bills, right?"

"I'm almost penniless," Hunter replied in a natural tone, showing a cheeky face that a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

Albarino sighed, knowing that this entanglement would lead to nothing. He decided to temporarily abandon those little thoughts, anyway, no matter what the other party was suspicious of, he was sure that the other party had absolutely not obtained any evidence.

So he smiled relaxedly at the other party, took a few steps closer, and asked in a low voice, "So, as a cleaner, have you found any place where children may be under house arrest in this manor, Mr. Hunter?"

No matter what Hunter expected Albarino to say to him, he obviously didn't expect to say this. He was stunned for a moment, then said very helpfully: "...Huh?"

"It's like this: I suspect that there is some kind of sexual intercourse related to young children in this manor, so I'm investigating here." Albarino shrugged and replied, "Although you know, the process of the investigation is obviously Not so...legal."

Not only is it "not very" legal, there is nothing legal about what they are doing now. Hunter looked at Albarino for a long time just like he looked at cherished animals, and then asked sincerely, "Is Westland's forensic doctor still in charge of secret investigations?"

"There is no forensic doctor in the world who is in charge of secret investigations," Albarino snorted, "but this is just a guess. In fact, there is no evidence at all. Even if jiāo gives it to WLPD, they can't investigate. Moreover, the police officer in charge of this case is a little bit..." Albaly Nord paused, and then stretched out his finger to point at his sun xué, making a gesture that was not very respectful.

Hunter sneered and put most of his weight on the dolly, as Albarino guessed, the old bounty hunter didn't have a good impression of the police, so he went straight to Albarino. Bai Di said that "the other party's brain is not good" and did not raise any objections.

Hunter asked back, "Aren't they all like that?"

"I really wish they weren't all like that, but Bart isn't in charge of this case; the investigation isn't going anywhere, and I'm sure at least six kids have been killed in this place so far," Albarino said lightly, crooked. Looking up at each other with a bigger smile, "How? Are you going to help me with this matter, Mr. Hunter? I may need your professionalism."

——This is a risky move, especially when the other party has already believed that he is a murderer.

Hunter stared at him like an owl staring at a mouse running past the barn, with a gaze as sharp as a needle that seemed to pierce his soul. Albarino looked at the other party calmly without changing his face.

Then Hunter took the first step to give in, he clicked his tongue, and asked gruffly, "What? Should I believe you're a righteous man now, doctor?"

"Didn't I?" Albarino replied with a smile. "The way of the righteous is upright, Mr. Hunter."

"I prefer younger girls." Herstal told the other party that he didn't expect such a person to really ask any shocking secrets, but he had to give it a try.

The pretty dark-skinned girl stared at him, her eyes widened exaggeratedly. She said in a tone of contrived surprise: "You're so rude to a young woman, show."

Herstal gave him a soft smile as he recalled the cases he had handled—those murderers, criminals, and drug dealers—considering how to make the smile clammy and sweet. He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently stroked the other person's neck, touching the hard bones under the smooth skin, and the other person was like a soft kitten, letting him caress.

The whole hall was in an atmosphere of joyful indulgence, and Herstal didn't want to appear too out of place. He drew their self a little closer, leaning in and kissing each other's earlobes lightly.

"...younger," he said softly in the girl's ear.

The girl seemed to shrink back and whispered, "Oh."

"What's the matter?" Herstal raised his eyebrows slightly, not wanting to oppress the other party too much, so he opened a little distance from the other party, of course, this did not prevent him from almost wrapping the girl in his arms, "One of my Friends told me this club would make me happy."

"There's nothing like that at this party," the girl whispered, still with a hint of femininity around her eyes, "Mr. Slade doesn't offer that kind of activity to new members unless..."

"Unless?" Herstal raised his eyebrows and said, feeling that he had touched a little way.

The girl blinked and smiled: "Unless someone in the manor proves to Mr. Slade that this member is reliable - someone who often works in the manor - someone like me."

"Then how should I prove that I am reliable enough?" Hestal asked in a low voice, although he basically already knew what the other party's answer would be, the rules of how things worked were so similar after all.

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