Chapter 431

"You don't have to be so nervous, I won't threaten you with the safety of a person in prison, how boring that would be." Gabriel snorted and said calmly, "This is just a suggestion: I have some If you want, I can find a way for you to meet him."

In the end, when Albarino spoke, there was still no excess emotion in his voice, he just said: "I still need to think about it."

"Cautiousness is a virtue." Gabriel smiled, she slowly smoothed the folds in the front of her clothes, and stood up slowly, "I'm not in a hurry, you can think about it - then I will contact you."

Then she walked out briskly and quickly. Following her movement, everyone else in the originally crowded restaurant put down their cutlery and other things, left their seats without a word, and left through different exits. Dining room.

In just a few dozen seconds, the originally noisy restaurant became silent and empty, and the customers, waiters, and the cashier who stood at the counter before all disappeared, leaving only Albarino sitting alone in the original restaurant. place.

Albarino froze for a moment, then sneered coldly.

Chapter 106 Under the cage 03

The warden stood side by side with another on the gravel road outside a nursing home.

The sanatorium is a two-hour drive from the New Tuckel Federal Prison. Like all buildings built on the outskirts of Westland, the sanatorium is surrounded by large expanses of dense woods. The forest in mid-August is very pleasing to the eye, the sun is falling from the treetops, the temperature is suitable, and the air is full of warm grass fragrance.

Some caregivers walk around outside - most of them support elderly people with leg problems or Parkinson's or Alzheimer's disease, and a small number of caregivers work with younger patients, and Kabbah Slade is one of them of one.

Stryder is very different from the man who won his trial in May and walked out of the courtroom in high spirits, and many can't imagine the damage a revolver can do in the face. Let's put it this way: Half of his face collapsed, his now dismembered face held up in a strange shape of some support material, and the missing eye healed into a jagged, fleshy plane.

The bullet messed up his brain, and Slade couldn't control his body properly and couldn't spit out a sentence clearly, but the warden knew that under this ugly head, his thoughts were still running.

He heard that the carers had worked out a way to judge his intentions by the frequency of Slade's blinking, which meant that if Slade wanted to, there was still a way to take all of the Sequoia Manor's Members pointed out from the crowd.

as long as he wants.

It was because of this feeling of a sword of Damocles hanging over his head that the warden knew that if he wanted to keep himself safe, he had to eradicate Slade's deepest fears—meaning. Namely, eradication of Herstal Armalite.

Everyone told him over and over again, you can rest assured that the prison sentence this man has been sentenced is almost life imprisonment, and he will never take a step out of prison. But Slade didn't seem to think so, expressing his intentions with trembling hands and terrified eyes: he believed that the devil would escape, and would certainly take his life.

So, in order not to let the gentleman who knows too many secrets tell the police something that should not be told in horror, he must act.

"I think there will be new developments soon," the warden told the people standing beside him. "When Amalette first moved into the double cell, everyone else was taking time to observe him. Stellan's reputation as a pianist. Now, I think it's time for the restless to test the waters."

"You're doing very well," the big man standing beside the warden said in a soft voice at this time, "Amarette is a gangster lawyer, he has a lot of enemies, and after he was transferred to a double cell, He's not going to have a good time."

The warden understands what this big man means: if Amarette dies in prison by accident, he must not be held in solitary confinement, which will lead to a lot of follow-up investigations; People were unfortunately wounded when a group of stupid gangsters fought for power in this cage, and if Amalet unfortunately died in the middle of this group, no one could say anything.

"There's only one thing I don't understand," the warden swallowed, still staring at the back of the nurse and Stryder in a wheelchair, "why not just let Slade disappear?"

The big man smiled lightly and shook his head: "Too many people are staring at my position, as long as Slade is dead, my political enemies will choose to use this to build momentum... Although I don't think they can What evidence is there, but I don't want this kind of public opinion before the election."

The warden nodded. At this time, the nurse pushing Slade had completely disappeared from their sight. The warden also chose to turn his head to look at the big man's face at this moment: it was a tall black-haired man in his fifties, with a layer of hoarfrost on his temples, and his face looked mature and wise.

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