Wine and Gun

This shows that Stryder is still quite cunning, and no one can prove that he was actually involved in this organized case of sexual abuse of minors - except perhaps Aureli, who said last time that she was in Sturt. Ryder's presence earned Herstal the opportunity to participate in tonight's event. But O'Reilly's position is also very ambiguous, and I don't know if she is willing to cooperate with the police - Slade must have been prepared for similar things, and decided to put all the blame on Rowan as soon as something happened.

After knowing this information, Herstal felt that he had no need to stay any longer. He glanced at Midalen while tidying up his cuffs, and asked, "Why can't we go?"

Midalun sat on the chair and played with the butterfly knife attentively. Hearing this, he raised his head and pointed at Herstal's lower body with the handle of the knife: "They will think you are too fast."

...Hestal can understand why this child has not been adopted after staying in the orphanage for more than ten years.

Herstal felt a little bit about cursing, and a little bit about turning his head away. But the main thing now is that he regrets giving Midalen a butterfly knife in the first place, and Midalun flings the blade from the scabbard so awkwardly that it looks like he is about to cut off his own fingers .

Hestal looked at Midalen for a long time, and finally said unbearably: "Come here, that knife is not used like this."

Midaren grinned and jumped off the bed.

Albarino stood in the shadow of the mansion.

He had climbed down the upstairs down the drain and was now standing in the lawn, a mix of ryegrass and tall fescue at Sequoia Manor, evergreen that no team of gardeners could handle. To a lawn of thirty or forty centimeters high. The ground was wet and soft under his feet, but the lawn assured him that there would be no recognizable footprints, and Albarino's eyes were fixed on a swaying figure not far away.

Hunter helped him figure out the regularity of the guard's activities every day, and this regularity didn't change much even on such a special night. As long as he can bring down the person who is standing not far ahead, he can reach the manor's fence from the nearest route, and then flip out from the wall. Dogs generally do not move in that direction. As long as his voice is soft enough and his movements are fast enough, he should not fall into the miserable situation of being chased and run by five dogs.

— but Hunter would not have thought of what he was going to do next.

But that doesn't matter, the news between Hunter and Sequoia Manor is not exchanged, and they will never find out what happened in the end.

Albarino silently walked through the shadows and walked towards the man. The man was standing in a corner, looking in the direction of the courtyard wall, boredly holding a cigarette in his hand, and the red spark of fire was on and off in the darkness: this was obviously a guard who was not very dedicated.

Albarino silently leaned over from behind the man, as light as a cat or a cheetah, and he suddenly covered his mouth.

The other party turned pale with fright, and while struggling, he opened his mouth recklessly and bit his big thenar through the glove in Albarino's hand. Albarino let out a low hiss, but without the slightest stagnation, he stabbed a knife in his throat.

The man didn't say a word, only warm blood gushing out from his throat. Albarino drew his knife, wiped the blood from the clean blade on the cloth on the man's shoulder, and let go. The guard had lost the strength to support his body, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Albarino's palm was aching, this guy bit hard, the rǔ rubber gloves on his hands may have been torn, and the thenar's skin seemed to be bleeding a little, Albarino estimated that the injury was inevitable. The ground is red and swollen and will turn bruising overnight.

Albarino didn't take another look at the body, but just walked over him calmly and quickly stepped into the thick darkness. The smell of blood and the slight commotion had alarmed the dogs, and Albarino heard them growling on the other side of the manor, merging into the darkness.

Albarino ran up, followed the shadow and swept into the darkness, leaving a series of barks behind him.

Herstal went to the front hall of the mansion to return the keys at an unfortunate time. There were no other club members in the hall, and Rowan was standing in the corner of the hall, not knowing who to call, and his voice was very low. , but couldn't hide the anger and anxiety in his voice. When Hestal passed by, he only vaguely heard a few words: "I don't know when...the knife...people can't find it..."

Just listening to these words, I knew that there was an accident in the place where the children were kept or somewhere in Sequoia Manor, and Herstal really wanted to stay and listen to the song. But he was worried that the long stop would arouse the suspicion of the other party, so he just walked over and left the key on the table in front of the other party.

Rowan stopped talking, raised his head and glanced at Herstal, then nodded to him and made an apologetic mouth, indicating that he could not send Herstal out.

In this case, of course, Herstal had nothing to say. He could only turn around and walk outside the mansion. The cool wind from outside had poured into the hallway through the open door, bringing a hint of night. Bitter fresh air.

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