Wine and Gun

Around his neck was a butterfly knife with metallic luster.

Just as the seriously injured person was about to collapse with convulsions, the boy who had been slammed to the ground staggered to his feet, his beautiful blonde hair stained with dry grass clippings. His face was splattered with blood, and those blue eyes looked straight at Orion Hunter.

Immediately, his eyes quickly moved away, looking at the man who had fallen in a pool of blood, and then turning back to Hunter, he frowned and asked nervously: "...he is dead ?"

"Obviously," Hunter said, covering the bleeding wound with a struggling hand.

The young man looked at him a few more times, and then continued to ask, "Then who are you?"

"Son, I'm a bounty hunter," Hunter replied, grinning. "And, if you'd like to be kind, please come and help me bandage my wounds, or I'm going to die soon."

Albariño snorted softly, but at the same time he stumbled without hesitation, knocked Herstal to the ground swiftly, and fell into the dead leaves on the ground.

At this moment, he had no doubt that as long as he let go of Herstal, he would really dare to go in the direction of the old orphanage. People can do anything in despair. Albarino knew what Herstal was thinking: it wasn't difficult for Slade to get out of the prosecutor's hands, either spend a few years in jail or spend a lot of money on bail, and as soon as he was set free, This person's connections and money are enough to make him disappear directly from the world, and it will be difficult to find him at that time.

So in any case now he can only press Herstal tightly, the blood is slowly seeping from the bite mark on the arm, slowly soaking the shirt. Herstal put his hands on his shoulders and slammed his knees hard into his stomach.

Albarino let out a whimper and almost formed a ball like shrimp. He grabbed the opponent's hand and pressed his arm above his head, groaning through his teeth, "Herstal!"

The sound was like a whip, pulling something alive from the other's body - soul, life force, whatever - as if something hard and fragile was shattering in the body with a frightening snap a sound. Herstal was no longer struggling, but his fingers were still on his shoulders. Albarino frowned in pain and knelt on the ground halfway, then pulled Herstal up, and the other side pressed his forehead against Albarino's other shoulder as if losing his strength.

Albarino felt something hot and wet slowly soaking through his shoulders, sweat, or blood, or—he froze, didn't lower his head, just slowly, tentatively pressed his fingers against each other 's back.

"It's all right," Albarino whispered, "we'll find another chance."

He knew it was a lie, and Herstal knew it was a lie. Slade, who has been running the club at Sequoia Manor for so long, would not have wondered how to leave a way out for himself when the incident happened.

At the same time, Albarino also saw that a few SWAT people came out from behind the courtyard wall of the building with the other suspects, holding his hands behind his back, and Officer Hardy hurried towards that direction. Welcome to the past.

Herstal gave a low laugh, his voice strangely hoarse.

"It's no use," then Herstal said slowly, as if tired, "I just missed my last chance."

Note:

[1] A very exaggerated setting:

How good is Midalen to see? He looks like Burn Anderson from "Soul in Venice."

Chapter 80 The Well of Truth, Black and Bright

The Westland Police Station was brightly lit late at night, and as usual, most officers had endless overtime duties on their shoulders. And Lavasa McCard was sitting in a small office reserved for him and the BAU members at the police station. He had just finished a phone call to report their findings in this case, based on what the police have learned so far. Said that the press conference must be held, after all, this is a cross-state kidnapping and selling case involving more than ten children.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Bates stuck his head out from the crack of the door: "Agent McCard, I brought you the physical evidence you asked for."

—Indeed, he was holding a cardboard box in his arms, which contained some of the items in the evidence bag. Hardy hoped that they could find the account books of Sequoia Manor or the list of members who participated in the club, but according to the reports of on-site investigators at Sequoia Manor and the old site of the church orphanage, there was no similar physical evidence found.

Therefore, McArd offered to look at the existing physical evidence to see if any clues could be inferred from it - this is very unlikely, and it is completely a dead horse. The little notebook wrote down all the facts of his crime.

Bates put the box down in front of him, and Stryder flipped through it twice, while Bates looked at him and asked, "Can you convict that bastard?"

"Have you got any key evidence?" McCard asked without looking up.

"Not yet. All the fingerprints extracted in the place where the children were kept were compared with Slade's. His fingerprints did not appear on any key physical evidence, and the rest are still in the Curry screen, maybe We can find other suspects who have been to that orphanage." Bates sneered, "Guess what? I heard Bart's Alexander say that when he was arrested he claimed that Rowan introduced him to a child. Charity project, he went to inspect the old site of the welfare home!"

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