"Carré ......"

Marcy sat in the guest's chair in the study, across from Nisa's desk, twisting backwards and looking back at Carré, who had quietly appeared behind her. She had the gun she had grabbed from the table in her hand, but it was too late to help. Carré looked down at her, eye to eye with her, muzzle of the gun in the middle of her eyebrows, raised arm very steady, not shaking at all.

"Please, Marcy." Carré spoke softly, his face expressionless, "I don't want me to finish you off in this way. ”

“……”

Marcy closed her lips and took a deep breath, her face flushed and her eyes seemed to swell. Eventually, though, she managed to control herself, turned to the back of her body and slowly turned back, bowing her head deeply in front of Nissa, letting go of the hand holding the gun. The pistol she let go fell on the table with a "click".

Nissa watched the scene calmly, watching Carré restrain Marcy, watching Marcy leave her gun on the table. And when his gaze fell on the pistol on the table, Carré shifted the muzzle of the gun to his face.

"So, we have met at last, dear Mr. Nisayi." He said, with a slight smile on his lips.

It's weird. Carré had always given Marcy, Sir Upton, and everyone else as a very typical wealthy boy with a slightly debauched and pompous personality, but a little timid and weak in his bones, but the hollowness and silence in his eyes at this time were as cold and strange as a sardine sandwich that had just come out of a chemical pool mixed with acid and ice cola. Even if he couldn't see Carré because he was facing away, Marcy could hear the quiet but creepy awkwardness and discord in the voice of his old classmate. This caused her to grit her teeth and purse her lips.

"Mr. Carré, my friend." Nissa stared at Carre for a moment, then smiled and opened her hand, sat down in her chair and nodded at Carre in the manner of a host welcoming a guest, "I wish our meeting had been less dramatic, more — um- normal." ”

"I want to, too." Karepi tugged at the corners of her mouth with a non-smirk, glancing at the two unusually similar suitcases on one of Nisa's tables, and finally stopped at one of them, "Looks like you got it back." ”

"Huh?"

"When trading today, your people should take the goods away after putting Marcy down with my cooperation, give me the money, and then go through the follow-up procedures and dispose of everything that should be handled. You know I'm giving you a good deal, even if Marcy is missing alone, there is no clue to find out anything from the police station, because Marcy, who is excellent and strong, has always been clean and beautiful, and no one will have any trouble. On my father's side, I could also use Marcy to get everything away and tell him that I was cooperating with Marcy, but in the end Marcy failed, and her life and gun were lost, and she could never be recovered. That way, you and I – we can both get what we want. Carré's voice cooled as he said this, "But at that time, one of your minions suddenly pulled out a tranquilizer gun and knocked me and the rest of you to the ground. Now that I think about it, it seems like there's something wrong with your system, some little character who suddenly has an appetite and wants to swallow my money and your guns in one gulp, and then run away and disappear - right? ”

"Like, that's it." Nissa crossed her fingers, grinding her right thumb against her left thumb, and nodded quietly.

"But a minion is a minion, he failed, and your men eventually caught him and got what belonged to you back - that's the plot, right?"

"Your guess is very logical."

"What a ridiculous farce, right?" Carré's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth almost reaching the base of his ears, and he looked like a hungry sick wolf, and thin streaks of blood began to appear on his eyeballs. But he still controlled his fingers and held the gun steadily.

"To hell with all that mess," he said fiercely, looking at Nissayi, "you've got what you want, now give me my money." ”

"Of course." Nissa raised her hand, a cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she still remained calm, "Come with me, I've been ready for you a long time ago." He smiled and was about to get up.

"Why?"

At this moment, Marcy, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, causing Nissa, who had just lifted her ass by one centimeter, to stop and slowly lower it, and also let Carré's muzzle move down again to aim at her old classmate.

Marcy turned her head, her face strained, still looking like a businessman, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes when she looked at Carré. "You're not that person, Carré. I know what the real you are like, you may have a lot of faults, but I know you're a good person. Why would you do this? ”

"I'm sorry, Marcy. But I need money. Carré's tone softened at Marcy, but still cold, "The old guy cut me off my financial supply, saying that he wanted me to learn to be self-reliant, and that he would donate all his assets to the Babur Social Welfare Center when he died. I tried to convince him not to be so stupid, but what did we say at the time? His head is harder than a stone! Carré's anger seemed to be stirred up at this point, and he looked at Marcy's gaze with a hint of anger, "And you, you are just as stubborn as he is, just as unreasonable and inflexible—I gave you a chance!" If, at that time, you can agree with me to keep the money and not talk any unruly bullshit, then in the end the people who will be tricked will be the idiots of this mustache, not us! Your plan will succeed, the mustachioed fool will be caught, and I will get my money, you and I, we will all be winners - we will all get what we want! ”

The more Carré spoke, the more excited he became, and Marcy looked at him with more and more sadness in his eyes, as if she was sighing deeply for the depravity of an old friend. As for Nissa-Ichi - he unconsciously touched his mustache.

"Your eyes are blinded, Carré - by money, by greed, by laziness, by cowardice." Marcy closed her eyes and held her forehead with one hand, "You have forgotten everything that the past taught us...... You have embarked on a dead end that is destined to have no future. ”

"You really haven't changed at all, Marcy." Carré suddenly laughed and sighed deeply, "I know you're good for me, but you're not destined to save every soul in this world. Sometimes, if we want to ascend to heaven, we are doomed to fall into the abyss first. ”

"Roller coaster, huh?" Ed raised an eyebrow, then grinned, "That's pretty good, friend." ”

“……”

A look of breathlessness appeared on Carré's face. He turned his head back, looked at Eddard who was standing behind him silently at some point, opened his mouth, and then bit his teeth to show a fierce look, and just as he was about to turn the muzzle of the gun and pull the trigger, Ed took the first step and punched him in the face. In the middle of the spin, Carré's body spiraled three times in the air, and fell to the ground, his eyes black and unconscious.