Wine and Gun

Then, he turned and walked back to Pfister. Pfister shrank, but didn't move in the end.

——It was at this moment that the prison guards who were guarding outside arrived late.

The bloody scene in front of them obviously made the prison guards froze: the gangsters of the Latin King gang fell on the ground, and the big man among them was obviously breathless. The leading prison guard was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head abruptly and shouted at the few people standing by the corner, "What the hell is going on?"

"We don't know either, sir." Herstal replied in a calm voice, and Pfister, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but glance at him several times, "The two of them suddenly fought just now, maybe There was an infighting."

And the guy whose face was sprayed with blood sat up tremblingly, his lips trembling frantically, as if he wanted to say something.

Herstal glanced at him coldly, with an unspeakable threat in his eyes, and then the man stiffened as if he had been stabbed by a needle.

His mouth was closed.

McCard's first two shots were missed, and the third shot nearly brushed Albarino's hair and flew past - Albarino lowered his body to the ground and slid down the arc of the arch bridge, a sliding shovel. Kicked McCard's ankle.

McArd inevitably stumbled and was brought to the ground by Albarino. Albarino pressed his entire body on top of him, twisting his wrist with one hand until the gun slipped out from between his fingers and was swept away by Albarino's hand.

The next second, McCard stood up abruptly and lifted the opponent off him. Two people scuffled on the old stone bridge, the light of the street lamp was the frantic stage light that shrouded their heads, the thick dark clouds in the sky were dispersing, and the pale moon was about to emerge, gilding the dark river. A layer of sparkling glitter.

The knife flashed in Albarino's hand, the blade pierced deeply into McCard's thigh, and blood gushed out.

And the latter snorted hoarsely, which sounded like a wild gasp in the dark night. Invisible monsters walked through the dark paradise, McCard pinched Albarino to the pier by the neck, his eyes were still as bright as a cursed green gem, and his lips were chapped A hole, blood is dripping down along the skin.

McCard was panting in pain, the blood soaking his whole leg warm, and he squeezed the words shattered from between his lips: "You killed—so much—"

What is justice?

If there is one person who must save innocent people from their sins, who should that be? A statue of the Lady of Justice standing in front of the courthouse? Is it a god who is high above and has no mercy, or is it a superhero that will appear in a storybook?

How do people calculate gains and losses? If killing one person can save another, should you do it? What if killing one person could save ten thousand people?

And someone like Albarino Bacchus should let him escape from a fair trial and live like this, or should he—

Lavasa McCard could hear the blood pounding frantically on his eardrums as his fingers tightened, the serial killer's pulse beating wildly between his fingers. But even at this time, Albarino looked directly at him, twitching the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold smile.

The next second, his knees bent suddenly, hitting McCard's abdomen, and the hands holding the bridge rail made a force——

McCard lost his balance and suddenly fell off the bridge. He was still holding Albarino tightly when he fell, and just like that, the two fell into the river with dark ripples together.

The pale moon shadow floating on the pitch-black river was suddenly smashed into pieces, jumping in panic in the water. After a long time, only Ye Feng crossed the water surface, wrinkled, and nothing more floated out of the water, so the fragments of the moon shadow gradually gathered together again, and re-condensed into a pale moon.

Note:

[1] In fact, Gabriel called Zacharias "Zecha".

The translation of the name "Zechariah" is not a special transliteration, but... in short, that's it.

Chapter 110 List of Mail Received During Prisoner No. 56821

List of all parcels and letters received by Prisoner No. 56821 (Name: Herstal Armalet) while serving his sentence at New Takr Federal Prison (June 28, 2017 to December 22, 2017), attached by mail Photographs of items and copies of letters.

package 1

Photo: Kneaded, damp paper towels. The unidentified liquid above was confirmed to be jīng liquid.

Note: This parcel was mailed to the New Thacker Federal Penitentiary on July 18, 2017, after which police arrested a seventeen-year-old living in East Westland based on the mailing address.

Packet 2

Photo: A bouquet of 100 flowers, each with a "flower" that uses condoms as petals on the top of the stalk. Such gifts are very common in creative gift shops (or adult gift shops).

Packet 3

Photo: A bloody, skinned hamster carcass covered in gold dust.

Note: The delivery address is unknown, and the police failed to catch the suspect in the end.

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