Valencia city center, police station. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Let's go inside!"

"Poor fellow, stay here for a few days! Think about what you've done yourself, and then ...... Write it down yourself! Don't take chances, it's best if you admit it, it's okay if you don't admit it, anyway, in this life, you don't want to go out from here again. ”

The two policemen threw Correa, who was soft into mud, into the iron room like a broken sack, and dropped two words of indifference and mockery, accompanied by the sound of "clang~" closing the door, and the two figures gradually disappeared.

On the way to the police station, Correa had already been "repaired" by the police in the car, and at the moment, he was covered in injuries and couldn't care about the pain in his body, struggled to get up from the ground, firmly grasped the iron rod, and shouted through the door to the police who were no longer visible.

"I ...... I was wronged! ”

"I didn't do anything!"

"At most, I'm an accomplice! The real mastermind is Albertoni! He's the real murderer! ”

Correa screamed hoarsely, but received no response, and eventually collapsed to the ground with a gloomy gaze.

He was really scared.

He was not a fool, and he clearly felt a deep hostility from the words of Director Netoro and the bad attitude of the other police towards him. Except for Netoro, he was sure that he didn't know any of the other policemen, let alone offend others. But a few people who have never crossed paths like this will be hostile to him, and the things contained in this are worth pondering.

The most important thing is that on the European continent, human rights are very important, and even if a vicious murderer is arrested, he will rarely be sentenced to death, or even violence.

But as for himself, from the beginning of the arrest to the way to the police station, he has been beaten no less than three times, and the police left it before leaving, it can be said that he has no fear, he is deeply aware that this time, I am afraid that he is really going to be finished.

It goes without saying what a small cop who hides behind the scenes and can even influence a city's police station.

Correa's body shuddered slightly, an unknown fear permeating his body, and he curled up in a ball, his head lowered, his eyes blank.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"What, you don't shout? My dear friend? ”

Correa shuddered, looked up in disbelief, turned her head, and looked into the corner of the iron room.

"You...... You...... It's you! Albertoni? ”

"It's me."

With a voice full of mixed emotions, Albertoni craned his neck and showed his face.

At this time, he still had the demeanor of a successful capitalist, his face was full of scars, and the clothes on his body were also tattered, which were obviously the marks left by the blows, and the whole person looked fatter - not a successful weight gainer, but more like a ...... Edema.

"You...... Albertoni, how did you end up here? How did you end up like this? ”

Correa stretched out her hand to him, stunned and surprised, and her tone was inevitably panicked. He had just "avenged" himself with the iron railing, and almost all the blame was placed on Albertoni, but the owner of this name was now in front of his eyes, didn't that mean that the other party had heard everything? In this case, how could he not "be a thief"?

It's okay to do bad things, but it's embarrassing to be caught doing bad things.

Albertoni didn't seem to care, but there was a faint mockery on the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Correa tightly, almost staring at the other party to the point of hair, and then said leisurely: "Why am I here?" Why is this happening? I have to say, my dear friend, you really asked a good question. I have to thank you, it is because of you that I am the way I am and I have lost everything. ”

"Me? Because I? ”

Correa exclaimed, as if talking to herself, as if asking a rhetorical question.

"Of course it's because of you, or else, what do you think?" Albertoni, scarred, laughed again, this time with a self-deprecating laugh, "My dearest friend, you didn't tell me when you asked me for help that you had ever bought murder. ”

"Buy homicide? You, you...... How do you know? ”

Correa's body trembled again, the secret of his heart was bluntly revealed, how could he not be afraid.

"You're really a wretched wretch. And I, too, am a wretched wretch, a wretched creature implicated by what I consider my best friend! Albertoni said softly, "Do bad things and do bad things, but are you a pig?" If you don't even check the other person's background, you know, you're the stupidest person I've ever met, no, it's a pig! ”

"Background? What is the background? How is it possible, isn't he just an insignificant newcomer to football? …… No, it can't be ......."

Correa tried to defend herself, but suddenly thought of a possibility and suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"Looks like you've thought of it. That's right, Van is a member of the Pueta family. He's a member of that Big Mac family! Albertoni, who had always been calm, erupted without warning, and he pounced on Correa, who was in shock, and punched him in the face, "You idiot! You want the lives of a member of the Pueta family! You damn stupid pig, you cost me everything, my company, my dignity, and even ...... The rest of my life! Bastard! ”

Correa didn't resist, and let the raindrops of fists slam on his face, and a smile suddenly appeared on his blood-covered face, terrifying: "Yes, I'm an idiot, but so what? It's you, not me, who loses everything! Albertoni, haha, they can't do anything about me! Krees is long gone, no one knows where he went, they have no evidence, they can't prosecute me, and I'll be acquitted soon...... Hahaha! ”

There was madness and fearlessness in the laughter.

But in response to him were denser and more ferocious fists, as well as Albertoni's mocking words.

"Evidence? The Pueta family wants to go to prison alone, do they still need evidence? You're so naïve, my friend! ”

"I'll tell you one more thing, when I came in here, I was just as crazy as you were about to complain, but when I watched the video that Netoro bastard gave me, I despaired. Do you know what I see? Yes, that's right, I saw Kreese in the video, the idiot who took your money and didn't do anything. He confessed everything, you, and me, have no chance to turn over. ”

"By the way, you're probably not going to think about what he's doing in the video, right? Hehe, he's mining with scars, and Netoro told me that he's in Africa now, and he doesn't want to go back to Europe in this life......"

Correa's eyes darkened, and he knew that he was completely finished.

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What is happening in the Iberian Peninsula at this moment is not known to Van Bizhuang in Aalborg, Denmark. He just wanted the "real murderer" to be punished with the most severe punishment, as for how severe this punishment would be, that was not his concern, he believed that both the Fan family and the Pueta family would handle this matter well.

Of course, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of miserable fate Correa will have when he is targeted by two behemoth-like super families.

As for Krees and Albertoni, the former is not overly punished as the perpetrators, while the latter can be regarded as an unjustified disaster.

But it's not pitiful, everything has cause and effect, and if you make a mistake, you will inevitably pay a price for it.

At this time, Van Bizhuang and his teammates were training at the Aalborg Stadium, the home of the Aalborg team. He was active on the field, receiving and passing, and he did it very smoothly, just like before.

Mr. Ruben stood on the sidelines, watching the team's confident training with satisfaction, and nodded even more when he looked at Fan Bizhuang.

A player like Fan Bizhuang really has nothing to fault with, he trains hard, plays aggressively, and has an incomparably strong heart, whether it is praise or criticism, he can take it lightly, at least on the playing field, he will not be disturbed too much by the outside voice.

Just like the "enemy of the whole Iberian Peninsula" before, or the one-sided apology and support on the newspaper network now, Fan Bizhuang seems to have not taken it to heart, and this calm temperament is extremely rare among professional players.

Hardworking, positive, good at learning, strong-willed, brave and fearless...... It can be said that Fan Bizhuang has all the qualities of a successful player.

Thinking of the young boy who had no future in La Masia, and then looking at the young man who now has the temperament of a leader, Mr. Ruben is glad for his original decision, but also sighs at the time that has passed in a hurry.

"Fan."

Taking advantage of the team's break, Mr. Ruben stopped Fan Bizhuang, and the boy ran in front of him.

"How does it feel?" Mr. Ruben asked, "Are you confident in tomorrow's game?" ”

Manager Manuel Pellegrini has not fully recovered from a foot injury, and he can still stand on the sidelines with an injury when playing at home, but the long journey away from home is a huge challenge. So the Chilean coach still stayed in Spain.

However, although the coach did not come, the team's tactical play was still brought to Denmark by Mr. Ruben, Mr. Ruben told the whole team that Fan Bizhuang will still start as a striker in this game, and the question at this moment is to understand Fan Bizhuang's state at the moment.

"Of course."

Fan Bizhuang nodded, full of confidence, "It's not the first time I've played the role of a starting striker, believe me, Mr. Reuben, I'm in so good shape that even I am scared, I think I'm going to score in tomorrow's game, and more than one." ”

Mr. Ruben raised his eyebrows, obviously thinking of Fan Bizhuang saying that he would score goals before, and then staged the game of the senior happiness, ordinary people say this, Mr. Ruben will suspect that he is overconfident, but if this is from Fan Bizhuang's mouth......

Mr. Ruben nodded, "Well, I'm looking forward to your great performance...... Well, to be exact, I'm looking forward to your senior year! ”

Fan Bizhuang understood what the assistant coach was joking, nodded again, and ran away.