Wine and Gun

Herstal stared at Albarino, waiting for two heartbeats.

"You missed your chance."

Then he said slowly, "This is my last chance."

Albarino seemed to let out a low sigh, and then he said, "We still have a chance. We can wait..."

A certain word in this sentence—maybe "wait". Albarino thought later. It should have been "wait"--seeming to ignite his anger violently, Herstal's body language changed almost immediately at that moment, and Albarino watched as he stood up straighter, his shoulders and back. Muscles tense, like when he felt threatened by the Sunday gardener when he first met Albarino.

He growled, "Albarino Bacchus! It's not like you never understand—"

Apparently, Herstal had tried his best to keep his voice down, taking into account the FBI and the police in the distance. But Albarino could still feel that sudden, almost illogical, desperate rage surging, and it was too much. It was too loud for a night like this.

Albarino moved forward subconsciously, covered Herstal's mouth, dragged him a few steps into the depths of the woods, and at the same time looked in the direction of the manor - fortunately, the police did not seem to notice this side There is an abnormal sound.

At the same time, Herstal violently broke free from his shackles, and then, like all the wild shòu who had nowhere to go, bit his forearm around the other's neck and shoulders, and his teeth were deeply sunk in.

Midalun and the other children were driven to the grass in the backyard by the vicious man. There was another gate in the backyard of the orphanage, which had been opened at this time, and a van with a sign of a courier company could be vaguely parked outside the courtyard. type car.

The man rudely drove the children into the compartment at the back of the car, like a vicious shepherd dog drooling between its teeth. The crying of the children in the dark carriage came and went, and he was just calmly trying to close the back door of the carriage, without even looking at them.

Midaren watched the opponent's movements nervously, and at the same time blocked the opponent's sight with his body, trying to cut the rope on his wrist with the butterfly knife that was hidden before. The work was not going well, the rope was too rough and strong.

He realized that this was his only chance to escape...these people were about to take them elsewhere, and at that point the route recorded by the reporter wouldn't work either. Why did they suddenly move? Wouldn't it be Mr. Reporter's actions that aroused suspicion from the other party?

Midaren looked nervously at the man who was struggling to close the door of the carriage—

Suddenly, the man froze strangely.

——That was because something suddenly hit the back of his head hard. The man's head hummed, and the whole person fell silently.

Behind him stood Orion Hunter, panting from the journey, holding the shotgun tightly in his hand.

Seeing that he had finally caught up, old Hunter breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, old Hunter really wanted to shoot the opponent with a shotgun, but he knew how powerful the shotgun bullet in his hand was. Even one shot could cause the opponent to bleed to death. In the case of he is a bounty hunter , it's better not to get into such a lawsuit.

Hunter limped over and reopened the back door of the carriage. Looking at the children who were huddled in a ball in the carriage, he lowered his voice subconsciously, "Are you all alright?"

The most daring child among them, a boy with angel-like blond curly hair standing at the back of the carriage looked at him, and was about to say something, when suddenly a scream burst out from his mouth: "Behind you!"

Hunter didn't have time to look back -- in fact, he didn't have time to gān anything -- when he felt a searing pain hit his left arm. Theoretically, a bullet ripped through his skin and flesh and went through the other side, but it felt as if the iron had scorched his arm hard, and the crutches in his hand flew out, and he was also Severe pain in the legs a soft kneeling on the grass.

Then, he raised his head reluctantly, and saw a man with a beard striding forward, aiming the pistol in his hand at him.

Damn it! Hunter's arm hurt so much that he couldn't lift it, and even black spots began to appear in front of his eyes, but the shotgun couldn't shoot with one hand. His other hand trembled in pain to touch the pistol on the waistband of his trousers, but it was probably too late - the cold muzzle was on his forehead.

The next second, the blond child jumped out of the carriage unexpectedly and threw himself on the "beard". "Suddenly screamed, waving his arms and throwing the child down heavily, making a muffled sound that sounded painful.

Then there was some kind of liquid, a warm, bloody liquid that rained down on the back of Hunter's hand. He squinted his eyes in surprise, and saw the "beard" frantically covering his neck with his hands, but the blood still spewed out with the rhythm of his heartbeat, splashing everywhere.

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