Wine and Gun

Hardy and the others quickly ran to the direction where the alarm sounded. The warden was mobilizing upstairs to search the building, and the searchlights were gradually gathering, illuminating the entire building pale.

The entrance of the building is an unbelievable blind spot for vision. Yes, there are prison guards in front of the stairs on each floor. The iron doors with electronic locks are tightly closed. The guards are so tight that a fly cannot fly out. In this case No one would have thought that anyone would still be able to escape from the building. But it is estimated that after more prison guards arrive at the scene, this blind spot will no longer exist.

Albarino had thought of a way to get to the parking lot, which seemed like the best option given that he could probably guess what was going on on Herstal's side. Besides trying to walk all the way to the parking lot is almost impossible - at this moment, he suddenly realizes that he doesn't have to go that far at all, and Hardy's police car is parked under the building. Albarino easily approached the car before more guards arrived on the scene, prying open the trunk and hiding in with no effort at all.

Of course, the police might find out when they check the tape afterwards, but that's not something he needs to think about.

Under normal circumstances, when a car leaves the prison, it must go through strict inspections, and it is impossible for the trunk not to be opened. But what about when a police car turns on its lights and rushes out of jail with an ambulance to the blaring sirens? In this case, no one thought to check the trunk of this police car as well.

Bart Hardy wouldn't know what was in his trunk when he left New Tuckel Federal Prison, just as he wouldn't know when Albarino showed up at the scene of Martin Jones' arrest. Something was hidden in his trunk. The blind spots of people's thinking are hidden in such incredible little corners. Albarino likes to use them, and also likes to look at people's shocked and confused expressions. If he can't guess the truth, it is better to treat them as a Christmas Miracle.

"It's crazy." Herstal's voice was as cold as the growing wind and snow. "Your achievements are often based on desperation and good luck."

"Isn't that the case with you?" Albarino pouted at Herstal's red-stained prison uniform, "I think there is only a fine line between being stabbed by a gang member and being stabbed to death by a gang member. "

Herstal, evidently reluctant to argue with him, was silent for a second or two—in this strange moment of silence he seemed to be struggling with something, and seemed to make up his mind—then he said: "We Just break up here?"

Albarino nodded: "You drive Bart's car, I have money and a mobile phone on me, and I won't freeze to death for walking around in the snow in just a prison uniform, I will think to myself way to leave."

Herstal knew from the start that they couldn't leave together after the escape: they both had their own business to do, and Albarino's intention was obviously not to meddle in his and Slade's affairs, he would rather let Herstal went to work on that on his own, even leaving room for him to go it alone. Many people may think that such a choice is unreasonable, but that is one of the rules of the game that has been agreed between them.

After Albarino finished saying that, he just smiled and approached him, kissed the corner of his mouth lightly, and then gently stuffed something into Herstal's palm.

Herstal spreads his palm: in his hand a silver Christmas tree bell.

"The one from last year?" Herstal asked, frowning.

"This bell has been lying in the WLPD archives since the Areola case. I put a little 'gift' in Bart's office some time ago and took the bell out of the archives by the way." Al Ballino said in a brisk tone, as if he didn't think something crazy happened to him, "You won't see the Christmas present I prepared for you until Christmas Eve, before that, you can use it instead a bit."

Herstal looked down at the silver bell, which is said to symbolize the bell on the neck of Santa's reindeer, or the bells ringing in churches at Christmas. Judging from the expression on his face, he could not tell what he was thinking at this moment.

Then he asked, "So what if I don't go?"

December 24, Church of Our Lady of the Rosary.

Albarino laughed: "Then you can at least get this bell."

After he finished this sentence, he paused for a moment, and then said in a tone that could almost be described as gentle: "Goodbye then, Westland pianist."

Herstal raised his head and saw Albarino turn around with that kind of sincere smile, his dyed black hair flying up and down in the cold wind and snow. Albarino lazily put his hands into the pockets of his coat, and walked slowly in the direction the road had come from, his back was quickly engulfed by the wind and snow.

Note:

[1] "Whoever has gazed upon beauty itself has entrusted himself to death."

--Paul Celan, The Poppy and Memory.

Chapter 124 Winter Wonderland

The snowstorm has not decreased, and the sky is full of silver. It's Christmas Eve, some have gone home for a big dinner, others are planning to pour their enthusiasm outdoors; most of the roads in Westerland are brightly lit, and churches and business districts are packed with festivities crowd.

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