Wine and Gun

"Bart," he said into the phone when the phone was connected, "Herstal should have told you that he was with me and Olga before he went to the police station... Yes, I know what happened. I'm still worried now, and I'd like to take a look if I can. Can you tell Jiāo the location of the ransom? If possible, I'd like to meet you there."

He listened to the other party's reply, and slowly showed a cold smile.

Chapter 10 Confession to Persephone 04

Now Herstal is a little suspicious. They may have underestimated Martin Jones a little at first. After all, he has taught a daughter who can rob a bank, and he is probably not close to that.

He followed Jones's command, changed the location, and drove the car all the way to a more remote section - the Hardy's police officers must have followed him, but this time may be a little chaotic.

The blurred river of lights outside the car window gradually changed to darker colors. He drove to a dark and narrow alley under Jones's instructions. The street lights were dim, and he could only vaguely see the shadows of the buildings ahead.

Herstal looked at the dimness, feeling a ominous moment before Jones said on the phone: "Pull in the car, jump out the sunroof, and keep going."

——A smart move, this is probably the only driveway to the spot Jones chose, and the police cars he followed after he drove in were all stuck out of the alley. The alley was dark, and it was hard to see how many buildings there were. If he entered one of them, Hardy and the others would have to spend a lot of time searching for him.

Not to mention that this guy has just instructed him to throw the tracker away, damn it.

Hestal sighed silently in his heart, and drove the car into the narrow alley according to his words: Jones estimated that it was quite accurate. After the car drove into the alley, the rest of the surrounding space was so narrow that even the door could not be opened. . Fortunately, he drove the car provided by the police station, not his own, which didn't even have a sunroof.

Whatever Herstal was thinking in his heart didn't show it on his face. He hauled the money-packed backpack from the back seat of the car with old bills without consecutive numbers in it, an old-fashioned Hollywood-style kidnapping, of course he scoffed.

He crawled out of the car's sunroof with his backpack and jumped out of the car on the hood. Kong dòng's voice echoed disturbingly in the silence, and somewhere in the darkness there may be a hunter in the popular sense, and he raised the corners of his mouth towards the darkness, revealing a sharp smile.

His figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

When Albarino stopped, he saw this scene:

The police cars were all blocked at the entrance of the alley, and the red and blue police lights flickered like crazy. Officer Hardy stood in front of a car with a map on the trunk of the car, and radioed the teams to outflank the area while reading the map.

Hardy's voice was exasperated. When Albarino passed by, Hardy looked up at him like a vigilant carnivore, and suddenly asked, "Are you driving under the influence of alcohol?"

Yes, Herstal must have mentioned that he was at the "I'm Resigning" bar with Albarino and Olga before he went to the police station. Albarino smiled at Hardy without any psychological pressure: "It's not the most important thing at this time, right? Or do you want to give me a ticket now?"

Hardy let out an angry murmur from his nose, and he seemed reluctant to admit that Albarino was right.

However, he didn't know that the most important thing was not whether Albarino had drunk driving. The most important thing was that there was a body wrapped in plastic cloth in the trunk of Albarino's car, which was bothering him some time ago. The deputy of the murder victim, whose throat was cut crisply by gān, and the blood slowly dripped on the plastic sheeting. No one has the ability to see things from such a macro perspective, they are not God himself after all.

A lot of things wouldn't have turned out the way they ended up if Sergeant Hardy had known.

"Can't you find him? Does he have a tracker on him?" Albarino asked. "Please tell me he does have a tracker on him."

Hardy looked almost furious: "We put a tracker on him, but he threw it away at the instructions of that bastard Jones, and it's the team of officers who were in charge of following that we got here. As for the credit. Where did he run to—" He pointed to the depths of the dark alley, where there was a large building, "We can only search one by one now."

"Anti-reconnaissance ability is really powerful." Albarino commented without emotion.

He watched Hardy frantically send all the teams out to search, and they all understood that time passed by every minute and every second was the passing of human life. They stood in the dark for a long time, and then—

They heard a sharp sound piercing the darkness.

Hardy stood up abruptly and looked in that direction in horror: "Is that the sound of gunshots?"

minutes ago.

Herstal was sure he had entered an abandoned factory: dust and many unidentified coarse particles were floating on the floor, possibly the remains of rust; as far as the eye could see, there were already rusted pipes, piled up together. Instruments of no use, dusty old newspapers and plastics.

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