Wine and Gun

"That witness is a confession on the spot," Olga said firmly. "From the body language, she is very likely to be lying; and Herstal is unlikely to have witnesses who cannot provide him with a favorable defense. Attend."

Annie had obviously never participated in any trials before, and now she is completely confused in this new world. She hesitated and asked, "...Is this kind of thing still happening?"

"Are you saying that the confession was revoked on the spot? Normally not." Olga waved her hand, "I don't know who changed her mind, after all, there are too many stakeholders involved in this matter... Once it was proven that Slade was a pedophile, the previous decision in the Sequoia Manor case was very problematic. After all, even without thinking about it, one would realize that a pedophile is unlikely to be a pedophile against Sequoia Manor. Working for the real business without knowing anything about it, right? There aren't that many coincidences in the world. And obviously, Westland has people who don't want the Sequoia case to be discussed again."

Anne was obviously trying to keep up with Olga's train of thought with difficulty: "...So, the best way is for the defendant to not be able to prove that Slade really cheated on Mr. Amarette?"

Olga shrugged: "Theoretically, this is true, but in practice it will be more complicated. But everyone in the Sequoia Manor case is a grasshopper on a rope, and Slade is the director of Sequoia Manor. , if he is found to have a problem, the reputation of all the club members will be damaged, so he must be innocent and throw all the accusations to Rowan, in this case, their ability to act will be very high ...but there is another reason why they have to keep Slade's reputation."

Annie looked at him suspiciously, and Shi Haibo, who was sitting on the other side, also raised her ears to eavesdrop on her. Olga should have noticed it too, but she didn't care too much.

"I heard that Slade woke up recently. As someone who was shot through the head, his vitality is really stubborn." Olga smiled softly, "I also heard that, He unfortunately lost the ability to speak and control his body because of the damage to his brain - he's in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, but his brain should still work."

"That is to say, Slade still remembers who the real criminals in Sequoia Manor are?" Annie finally reacted.

"Obviously so, or in other words, the members of Sequoia Manor must think so." Olga smiled gloomily, like the classic villain witch in Disney movies, "In this way, they can't let Si Tled was under investigation for the crime -- after all, what if he confessed to them in order to reduce his sentence?"

Annie thought for two seconds like a good student, and then suddenly said shockingly: "Then since the members of Sequoia Manor are rich and powerful, why not just kill Slade?"

Shi Haibo, who listened to the whole process, was amazed: ... He really didn't expect that a girl like Annie could say such a thing without changing her face! Had she been spoiled by Olga while she was a carer? !

"Because killing Slade now makes me feel extra guilty," Olga explained in a good voice, "If Slade dies at this juncture, no matter whether the members of Sequoia Manor have any Participating in the qiángjian case seems to be involved, so the effect of killing Slade will not be achieved. In this case, of course, they can only choose soft persimmons to start. "

Apparently Herstal Armalette was the persimmon, as she meant, and Schheiber, who wholeheartedly believed that Herstal was the Westland pianist, felt disapproving.

At this time, it was the court's turn to call the prosecution witnesses again. Although Ms. Musk obviously did not expect that there would be such an operation as on-the-spot confession, it did not affect her good mood. When she spoke again, there was a bit of arrogance in her gestures, and this time the witness was walking slowly onto the witness stand, which was a familiar face to Olga.

—It was Lavasa McCard.

Hunter wanted to curse.

Things were going completely beyond his expectations, and even if he did consider the possibility that he might meet a Sunday gardener here, he would never have thought of this scene—he was panting against a brick wall. On the trousers, blood dripped continuously from the trousers: Damn, it was the leg he broke off. The long and narrow wound did not seem to be shallow, and the sharp pain made him slide down the rough wall uncontrollably.

Here's the thing: he was really no match for the young and strong guy. Not only was the gun shot by the opponent, but he was also slashed in the leg by the dagger that the opponent had come out nimbly at some point; he finally stumbled away from the gardener. He was restrained, but the pain in his leg didn't actually make him run very far, so he had to dodge into a fork in the alley.

The alley behind this store is very dark, but it is not so dark that it is hard to see a series of bloodstains on the ground. He could hear the footsteps of the Sunday gardener not far away, each step as if to the beat of a death bell.

A lot of people think bounty hunters are a dream job that only happens in movies, and Orion Hunter never felt like a movie character—he's about to change his mind now. He is like a female high school student who strayed into a haunted house in a horror movie, hiding foolishly and uselessly in a dark corner, waiting for the ghosts to come. There was a scream when he turned back.

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