Wine and Gun

Then, she twisted the hand holding Albarino's wrist to one side, the muscles of the arm tightened, and the whole person used this strength to smoothly lift the legs that were already off the ground, and kicked Alba heavily. Lino's belly moves so lightly that gravity doesn't seem to exist to her.

Albarino had no choice but to let go, and staggered two steps back in the sudden dull pain. In the next second, the girl slid down the wall and rushed up without a moment's pause - what happened after that was difficult to describe in words, it happened in one to two seconds, and even Herstal, who was standing on the side, could not describe it in words. Didn't quite see how it all happened.

Perhaps this mysterious lady tripped Albarino's leg with her ankle? A neat and frightening over-the-shoulder fall? All in all, in a split second the earth fell into Albarino's sight, and he was slammed to the ground (unbelievable, after all, the girl was no more than 1.65 meters tall and weighed less than 120 pounds). ), face down, and the other man slammed his knee against his back, brutally squeezing the air out of his lungs.

And the cold barrel had reached the back of Albarino's head, and when the hammer was pulled down, there was a frightening crisp sound. The voice seemed to press a certain button, and Herstal suddenly took a step in the direction of the woman—the position must not have been chosen by him before, and now he is standing in the blind spot behind him.

At the same time, the other party suddenly twisted his body as if he had eyes behind him, and his other arm swiftly swung out—a bright, cold light flashed by under the blood-red sunset, only to hear a loud bang, a forearm-length arm. The sharp blade of the saber was driven into the wall behind Herstal, and the blade was less than two centimeters from his head.

"Don't move," the girl said to Herstal in a calm tone, her sharp eyes swept past him, and then she lowered her head again and said to Albarino, "I said it was not good. Got an idea."

"Always give it a try," Albarino squeezed a laugh out of his throat under the rather uncomfortable movement, "after all, I'm really not inclined to 'talk' to you... It's a rational choice any criminal would make."

"But according to the current situation, we have no other choice." Herstal spoke for the first time, his voice sounded very calm, and those deep blue eyes stared at the uninvited guest in front of him, "Although, now You don't seem to have shown sincerity to talk to us."

The lady gave a snort out of her nose, which would have even sounded cute if she hadn't been in a pose where she could blow someone's head at any moment.

She moved the muzzle casually and tucked it into the holster in her jacket; nonetheless, she didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of Albarino.

"I seem to have missed an introduction," she said in a cheerful tone that was decidedly insincere, and pulled out a black leather-covered book from the inside pocket of her jacket, apparently some sort of document.

Herstal saw a gleaming metal coat of arms on the cover of the document, a white falcon surrounded by branches of red pine, and there seemed to be an inscription in German beneath it, but the light in the alley was too dim. Herstal could not see what was written on it.

Then she said, "My name is Maud Garland, and I'm a Hoxton NSA agent."

Herstal stared at her without comment. The next thing he said was, "Can you let my husband go first?"

Immediately after that, he clearly saw that the man who called himself Maud Garland showed an expression between disgust and "I really wanted to roll my eyes, but I held back", and then she let go crisply. Albarino, turned over and stood up.

Albarino slapped the dust on his body as he stood up. After Garland reported himself, his movements seemed to relax a little. Then he asked, "How can we be sure that what you say is true?"

"Call Gabriel to verify, I'm assuming you still have her contact information," Garland replied in a tone that was obviously perfunctory, and she walked slowly to Herstal, reaching for her hand. Holding the handle of the knife nailed to the wall, he yanked it out with force, "Besides, if I'm someone else—say, those gang members who don't like Gabriel, this There were thousands of people in Hoxton - now you two have been poured into the concrete."

"I thought it was the people with the status of 'detectives' who couldn't just sit back and watch criminals go unpunished." Albarino snorted.

This time Garland really rolled his eyes: "I think, after all, we've always cared about the criminals who commit illegal activities in the church. But you happen to take advantage of the law, Mr. Armalette, you have You're a lawyer, you should know what I'm talking about."

Herstal's eyes had been on Albarino before, as if checking whether the previous friction had caused any substantial damage to Albarino; now, he looked back.

He looked at Garland, then with an almost contemptuous smile, he said simply: "There is no extradition statute between Hoxton and any other country."

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