Volume 1: Famous Paintings and Old Guns Chapter 9: There is no turning back
The blonde man got out of the car with his two men, as well as Nina. They said a few words at the door, and the blonde man seemed to be advising Nina about something, and Nina's face was even uglier than that of a dead man. The blonde man shook his head helplessly, and then beckoned his people to drag Nina into the courtyard of the house, and followed him in.
In the cab of the truck, where he watched all this from afar, Ed crossed his fingers on his chin, and Marcy next to him squinted at him strangely, then the corners of his mouth twitched and he hit his head on the steering wheel.
"What kind of kidding is this?" Marcy didn't seem to laugh out loud because she was suppressed, "Nina, Nina? The Nina you're talking about is really this Nina? I can't believe it! β
"Is there anything you'd like to explain to me?" Ed asked, unmoved.
"Maybe you really should know about this." Marcy looked up and pointed in the direction of the target house, "The black marketeer I told you about, his name is 'Nisa One'. According to informants, he used to be a legend in his circle, and he - including his wife and daughter, and their family were famous thieves in this damned city. However, his wife died some time ago, and after a short period of silence, he announced that he would wash his hands and become a black marketeer, and his daughter disappeared without any further news. β
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"I should have thought of it a long time ago." Faced with Ed's silence, Marcy sighed and shook her head, "My name is Nina, I have the courage to focus on Nisa's things, and I really know Nisa's things and style of doing things so well - I didn't dare to think of such a coincidence, but it turned out to be really such a coincidence." My cosmic star god, the reality is really much more outrageous than the story. β
ββ¦β¦ It's just a coincidence. Ed took a breath, leaned back in his seat, and snapped his fingers, "It seems that this is not your business alone. β
"Are you going with me?"
"The person I'm looking for is in there."
"You know I'm going to take her away in the end, she's also wanted by the police."
"After I settle accounts with her, she's yours."
After Ed finished speaking, he tried to push the door and get out of the car, but Marcy reached out and grabbed him. He turned around, and Marcy handed him a gun.
"I want you to know how to use it." Marcy looked at Ed and whispered.
Ed curled the corners of his mouth. "Maybe a little rusty." He said, but reached out and took the weapon, "but it's okay." β
Marcy watched Ed leave the car first, turned to look at CarrΓ© behind him, and handed him a pistol. "Here you go. Don't go in here, protect yourself while this detective and I get things sorted out. β
Marcy had brought a gun with her, and it was confiscated while she was unconscious. However, after taking down Bather and several of his men, her weapon ration immediately overflowed.
CarrΓ© looked at his old classmate, felt her care for him, nodded silently, and took the pistol. Marcy immediately opened the door and got out of the car, and came to Ed, who had been waiting for a long time, and prepared to start moving.
"If I'm injured," Ed said suddenly and inappropriately as he was about to leave, "will the police give me a medal or something?" β
Marcy snorted and squinted her eyes. "Shall I carve you a carrot flower?"
"Yes."
"Die."
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"I'm glad you're alive." The elegant man with two mustaches sat behind the desk, looked at the familiar figure that appeared at the door of the study, sighed lightly, threw the black leather thread book in his hand on the table, threw it next to the black suitcase that was thrown away at random, turned the chair and sat up straight, rubbing his nose with his hands crossed.
Nina looked at her father, glared at her father with hatred, and turned her head to the side hard. Nissa sighed helplessly.
Amo flashed out from behind Nina and into the study, looked at his boss, and placed the suitcase on the desk, which was exactly opposite the other. Nissa nodded, waved at him, and without a word, just a touch of his eyes, and Amor understood, stepping back on the smooth floor of the room and sitting down on a chair in the corner. And his two subordinates are still standing behind the eldest lady on the left and right, not leaving an inch.
Now only some of the necessary simple furniture is left in this large empty room, and the rest such as bonsai and carpets have been removed. In fact, the whole big house has been cleared.
"I don't want to see you." Nina said coldly.
"But you came and stole my things."
"That's not your thing."
"Are you going to struggle with this?" Nissa smiled dumbly, "If you really want to count, everything we have now is not ours. β
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Rising from her chair, Nissa walked around the desk and walked to her daughter, looking her in the eye.
"When we throw away the shackles of civilization, we gain a freedom, a wild, mighty freedom. But while making choices, while getting what we gain, we also lose what we lose. We have lost the protection of civilization from those who prostrate under its order, and we have become primitive people who fight for flesh and blood with stones and sticks. β
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to say - my daughter, if you still don't understand the rules of our world, then you are really in the wrong business." Nissa moved her face closer to Nina and stroked her mustache, "In our world, what you take and what you guard is what belongs to you. β
"Do you think I'm a child?"
"When you're struggling with a thief about 'yours and mine,' you're not much better than a child."
"You're not a thief anymore." Nina's voice suddenly became vicious, "You betrayed your mother and betrayed us. β
"I chose a life that suited me better." Nissa shrugged, "I'm a businessman now, and I feel good. You don't want to change careers with me, and that's fine, I respect you. But you're playing a little too much of your trick right now. β
Nina didn't speak. Nissa sighed, turned around, turned her back to her daughter, and waved her hand.
"Take it down."
ββ¦β¦ Boss? β
Amour hesitated. Nissa turned her head to look at him calmly.
"Good man." The boss squinted with a smile in a friendly voice, "If you still don't understand the rules of our world, then you are really in the wrong business." β
ββ¦β¦ I understand. β
Amo nodded. He frowned slightly and looked at Nina. The eldest lady stubbornly turned her face away and didn't look at anyone. Amo patted her thigh, sat up, and came to Nina's side. He grabbed Nina by the shoulder, forced her to turn back, and then gave her a push on the back.
Until all the people left the room, Nissa stood and didn't look back. He'd seen his daughter for the last time.
"Hold on, good buddy." In the empty room, Nissa closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "If you still don't understand the rules of our world, then you are really in the wrong business." β
He leaned on his desk, moved back in, and sat down in his chair. Then, suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.
Looking up, he saw a woman, a neat and neat woman with short hair, standing in the doorway looking at him.
She had a gun in her hand.