Wine and Gun

Hardy was sitting in the driver's seat. He had realized that he was driving a little too fast. Alexander was sitting in the passenger seat, holding the handle on the door tightly in one hand and holding his mobile phone in the other.

He was having an incoherent chat with the police department - about Albarino Bacchus, of course, who knew he would actually be alive and sneaking into Westland State In a university laboratory? This is almost impossible in real life, fake documents are often not as versatile as movies, and life is not Hollywood.

Hardy is now speeding in the direction of the State Penitentiary, because Ms. Griffin said this time of the night was supposed to be when the "intern" was going to deliver the medicine, and he might still be there if he rushes past.

Right now this honorable lady was sitting in the back seat of the Hardy, and she had just made a call, and as soon as she put it down she said, "I called Quinn—his phone doesn't work. Omg , is he really an accomplice with Armalite?"

Hardy didn't tell the woman about Albarino in detail, only that her intern might be an associate of Herstal, or explain to her that "a forensic doctor who is theoretically dead probably isn't dead at all and Still the Sunday Gardener" is a bit too informative.

"...But it's impossible," Griffin continued, "before we hired him, we did a background check, and the company he worked for even answered our phone, and his education certificate wasn't fake. , is even documented on the school website... are these all fake?"

Indeed, this is outrageous too. Is there really someone in the world who has made false information to such an extent that it can hide all aspects of inspection? Even a degree? ——It was so outrageous that Hardy even suspected that it was all just a coincidence that there really was such a William Quinn in the world, and he just happened to be very similar to Albarino.

Is it more likely that there are two people in the world who look exactly the same, or is it more likely that a forensic doctor in Albarino has a way to forge a college degree that can really be found on the school's official website? Hardy was briefly lost.

At the same time, Alexander finished his phone call, turned to Hardy and said, "Sir, I contacted the prison again. That Quinn did go to the prison tonight, and after Amalette left, he stayed in the infirmary. Haven't left yet, because Quinn tends to sort out some paperwork and stuff like that after the night's examinations...I've got the prison to raise the monitoring level and guard the door of the infirmary, don't act rashly until we get there."

"That's right, if he's really..." Hardy paused and mumbled the last words, "then he's a very cunning person. Besides, there are some procedural problems with the guards rushing in, I don't know. Hopefully he will have the opportunity to take advantage of this in the future."

Of course, what he did not admit is that if the other party is really Albarino, he hopes to arrest the other party in person.

"We need to hurry," Hardy paused, then continued. "He hasn't left that office yet. He can't escape. We can catch him this time."

With a little time to move after dinner and the lock of the cell, Herstal walked quietly through the corridors of the cell block.

Feist actually wanted to follow him, but he refused. The Latin Kings aren't stupid enough to guess who did it, and if Pfister gets too close to him, 80% of them will be suspected of being complicit - although the other party is indeed an accomplice in a sense - here we go. At that point, even if Pfister had a friend who sold marijuana to shelter him, it probably wouldn't work.

Herstal thought that although he was not a good person, in this case, it was better to have more things than less things.

As he walked through the hallway, many of the prisoners swept him unobtrusively. He passed Isaac's cell, where he was playing cards with some of his minions, and when he looked up Just saw Herstal walking outside, so he smiled meaningfully in this direction.

Although the buildings in the east area are newly built, they are only newer than the old hospital for mental illnesses. The whitewashed walls are bulging and uneven due to the wetness, and some places have peeled off; Not so bright, the red light with the camera at the darkest end of the corridor flickered maliciously. Walking through here is like walking through the body of a giant shòu for a long time, and this giant shòu has rotted from the depths of the body.

—— Several people stood in front of Herstal.

Hestal raised his head and saw Jerome of the Latin King Gang standing in front of him, and next to him stood three other Latino men with strong backs and muscular knots. These three men were the same in the bathroom as the previous one. It's not a level at all.

"Amalet," said Jerome, his lips twisted into an unpleasant smile, "I must talk to you this time."

122 Chrysalis 06

On December 22, near Christmas night, Bart Hardy was driving his car on a road with few vehicles, and the cold wind beat on the window, making some kind of screeching sound. It started to snow again. The wind rolled large flakes of snow and hit the car body. These hexagonal crystals shone under the light of the street lights. The woods on both sides of the road almost settled into a black color, watching like a silent giant. This scene.

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