Wine and Gun

But it wasn't. When she passed the interview, Emma didn't even know that she was going to become Herstal Armalite's paralegal. She was just taken by Holmes through the stacked office cubicles in a confused manner. Finally, in the office with floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the floor, I saw Amalette for the first time.

It was at this time that she saw something hidden in her superior's blue eyes. At that time, she hadn't thought that it was related to "death".

At this moment, Amalette tilted her head slightly in the direction of Bacchus, her voice was still the same kind of impatience, but Emma strangely heard something almost indulgent from it. "Believe me, I didn't know anything about it at the time," he said.

"I think she's a good fit for the job," Bacchus continued, leaning a little too close when he spoke, his entire shoulder resting on Amalette's side, showing a strange intimacy, "I Sta would love an employee like her, who likes to collect weird subordinates the most."

"I don't think you're the only one who doesn't have the position to say such a thing," Amarette retorted, then turned to Emma and said, "You must have noticed that I didn't go into detail about the specifics of where I work before. ."

"I believe you have your concerns." Emma replied cautiously. In fact, she is now 100% sure that Armalite's so-called work place is not legal. It is estimated that 80% of them are underworld forces covered up under a whitewashing company. It is said that Hoxton has many similar companies. Controlled by gangsters.

"I can also imagine what you are probably guessing. In fact, I must admit that your guess is not far from the truth." Armalite said, and then, his voice more or less carried some warning flavor, "Then you should know that even if the law firm you work for in the future is completely legal, the company background that owns this law firm may not be completely clean, and you will defend a lot of people, most of whom are likely to have the same background. With blood on your hands, no one is innocent—even so, you want a similar job, don't you?"

Emma stared at the two people sitting across from her, two serial killers, just under the Parisian sun, so real, so unreal, so absurd. She could feel her heart beating so violently that it seemed to rush out of her throat, because even such an unconscious flesh and blood knew that the time had come for a choice, and the choice she made was not just to leave her hometown and work in an unfamiliar European city, but to make a real difference. Changed the trajectory of her life for the rest of her life.

What she pursues has never been said, whether it is in front of her parents or friends, but she said it to the two people in front of her, who promised her challenges and victory, not justice and kindness ,This--

"Of course," Emma replied, feeling her breathing short, "that's what I want."

Then she saw Amalette showing a smile that didn't seem sarcastic.

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[1] Topeka: The capital of Kansas.

Chapter 134 Hell's Murder House Renovation

black screen

Spirited narration: This summer! Unprecedented challenge!

A frowning family of three stood in front of a woodland hut.

Caption: Mr. Smith, Drilling Company Manager, 43

Smith: This year the drilling rigs are doing well, and my wife and I decided to buy a vacation home—

Narrator: In Westland, if a murder has occurred in a house, the owner must have the right to know!

Smith: You know, the hunting lodge, I can take my son boating, fishing, catching a few hares, doing some of these manly games…

Narrator: But!

Caption: Mrs Smith, graphic model, 27 years old

Mrs. Smith: When we negotiated with the agent, we did ask, how can such a good place, such a well-equipped house, be so cheap? What the hell happened here?

Narrator (too airy): After three years, the seller has the right!

Mrs. Smith: The agent just told me, uh, you know that kind of thing, an old man who lived alone died here.

Black screen, huge white subtitles and narration sound:

Right to Confidentiality!

Smith: We packed up and happily came over, and my son was going to write a study on hunting. The place turned out to be an attraction, and a group of young people punched in to take pictures and told me it was a Sunday gardener's murder house!

Mrs. Smith: O! M! G! That lunatic mutilated over thirty people in our house! !

Narrator: You've all seen "Haunted House Makeover"—

Caption: Katherine Duncan, Designer

Catherine: Don't tell me he killed people here too!

The camera swayed and swept across the beautiful and quaint brown leather sofa.

Caption: Jacob Quinn, Designer

Jacob: Calm down, everyone, where I grew up, it was a rite of passage for a child to kill thirty people, ImaoiMAoImAo, just focus on digging out the closet! oops!

He smashed the hammer to the ground.

Caption: Tiffany Liu, Designer

Tiffany: OK, the client asked for a swing for the child, so we will give him a swing. I don't fucking care if there are any corpses underneath, I'm going to win this game and pay my student loan!

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