Wine and Gun

Could he really know nothing? Could he really just be a murderer who murdered his ex-girlfriend by clever means?

"God," Hunter clenched the pages and heard himself muttering, "Bacchus might be the Sunday gardener."

He stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes, then suddenly he was about to jump up. Hunter hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the phone - all this is just a guess, of course; but if the guess is correct, Amarette will definitely kill Slade!

There is no doubt that the pianist and gardener should be arrested. No matter how excusable and sympathetic the pianist's own motives may be, the devil himself must still be imprisoned in his cell... Of course, it's a pity that a rotten guy like Slade escapes punishment like he did before. , this time if they can have enough evidence, it's better to send that bastard directly to the felon prison.

Hunter called Bart Hardy with this idea in mind, but beyond his expectations, although the police officer Hardy should have been off work by the time, the other side of the phone was still in chaos.

"Officer Hardy!" Hunter had to raise his voice amid the noise. "Do you remember me? I'm Hunter, the bounty hunter, and I have an important discovery to report—"

"Sorry, Mr. Hunter!" Hardy replied in a similarly raised voice, with the screeching of sirens over him, apparently at a crime scene or something, "If it's not a particularly urgent matter, let's talk about it tomorrow. I have an emergency here..."

His voice was drowned out by the confusion, and Hunter's ears were sharp, and he seemed to vaguely hear someone over there saying "Stride" or something.

"Did something happen to Slade?" Hunter blurted out. As soon as he said the words, he realized that it was not appropriate to ask. Hardy, as a police officer, should not tell anyone anything during the investigation. of.

Hardy was silent for a while. Hunter was about to apologize when he heard Hardy sighed tiredly and said, "...Forget it, there are reporters everywhere, and you can watch it on the Internet in less than an hour anyway. Relevant information. Mr. Hunter, Slade was shot by Mr. Armalite, Al is missing, our side is in chaos, I really don't have time to tell you more, if you find anything, please contact me tomorrow, okay?"

In fact, Hunter almost didn't hear what Hardy said in the last paragraph. He didn't even realize when the other side hung up. Only one thought:

He was still a step too late.

Bart Hardy felt a breath in his throat.

He knew a thing or two about McArd's plan, but the other party didn't say any details, and it was impossible to reveal any details to him because of McArd's person. Therefore, he was somewhat mentally prepared for Herstal to kill Slade, but he never imagined that this would be done by Herstal without any roundabout plans and single-handedly entering Sri Lanka. The hotel where Tlade lived, knocked down the guards at the door with a stun gun, and then fired three shots at Slade without a word.

Slade didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck. He smashed the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite and fell out of the window, but there was a terrace on the next floor of the presidential suite, so he didn't fall directly from the tall building. He was smashed to pieces, but fell heavily on the terrace on the next floor.

When Hardy arrived at the scene of the crime, Slade was being pushed out by paramedics on the wheel—he was still alive after a solid shot in the head, although he appeared to be breathing in but not out. , but the overall vitality is amazing.

The interrogation had just ended not long ago, and now some reporters are still squatting outside the hotel in Slade, and now they are swarming up, and the flashing lights have become a dazzling ocean. The police officers were desperately guarding the cordon, but as soon as Hardy turned around, he saw two federal agents wearing brightly marked "FBI" escorting another person from the hotel.

—That is Herstal Armalite.

Not far behind him, standing on the steps of the hotel were Lavasa McCard and the BAU member who seemed to be Garcia. Garcia had just joined BAU not long ago, so he couldn't hide the excitement on his face that he had just caught an important criminal; and McCard looked much calmer, his eyes were like falcons watching Amarette's back, It was as if the king was patrolling his territory.

Amarette's hair looked a little messy, and her blond hair swayed down her forehead. It didn't look very awkward, but it seemed to soften the cold silhouette strangely. Herstal's pale skin was splattered with a few drops of blood, now solidified into a dark color, and while the scene should have seemed grim and cruel, Hardy felt that he had never looked more emotional than this moment. of humans.

Moreover, if he actually showed up here and tried to kill Slade, it would mean that he was really taken by Slade...

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