Two more in one............

***

"I've got a protector for you." The man said to Avery: "Don't be so surprised, I'm just an insignificant little person, and although I admire you, all I can do is keep myself, and I want to fight against the one you want to fight against, but luckily I have a friend, and he still has a little bit of power, and he has a deep sympathy for what happened to you and your sister, and he is willing to help you, and of course, you need to keep trying, my dear, just a rugby player will make him feel like he has lost all his money." ”

"I'll do my best."

"It's better to be like this."

“…… Are you working for him too? Avery asked, remembering what the man had said to him.

"So to speak," said the man, "don't worry so much...... The Farmo family owes as much as you think—my friend, he doesn't have a good relationship with that one," he said, "and it would have paid off for him to make him unhappy for a while." ”

Avery suddenly scrambled his steps, nearly tripping over himself.

"Not used to your new body yet?" The man smiled and said, "...... Or do you think of something else? If you want that adult to intervene directly in your sister's case—I can tell you right now, it can't be. ”

As he walked, he said happily: "We are not of the same class as them, as members of the previous class, we cannot and cannot directly confront people of the same class as ourselves for the sake of the people of the next class, you must know that people hate traitors more than enemies, and once he does this, all the people of the previous class will unite against him." ”

He glanced at Avery for a moment. The boy's face was filled with anger and shame.

"You might say that we are at the beginning of the twenty-first century, and that the slave society is a thousand years away from us. And feudal society is five hundred years away, and the so-called class has been washed away without a trace in the wave of innovation three hundred years ago - unfortunately, boy, I have to tell you. Classes are always there, each class has a distinct division, there are strict circles, you can't see because you're in a circle that isn't allowed to see more, but you can't see it, it doesn't mean they don't exist - to take a simple example, you think of a person who was born in a slum, drank cheap milk powder provided by the government, and went to school for three years. Writing a word will be full of mistakes, the boy who sold his body by his mother when he was a child, and lived by crime when he grew up, is he of the same class as you? You may have to say yes, then can you tolerate him being your friend and neighbor? Do you dare to let him near your sister or girlfriend? Do you dare to drink the drink he brought? Do you dare to sleep in a room with him? When your loved ones, friends are alienated from you because you are friendly with him. Can you keep going with him? Would you have a common topic with him? When you want to play rugby with him, he just wants to share a cute little powder with you, you think it's crime and suicide, but for him, it's a generous sharing - when he comes to you and claims to have been framed for murder, do you trust the police or him?

Are you going to fight the police with him? Would you like to try the taste of prison too?

Or you'll give him some money. Give him some food and clothing—that's all, you've done your duty.

See, this is still your possible friend, and you, just a humble little employee, don't even really come in handy. You want to be paid far more than you can - it's not good to be too greedy, boy, this is the first time, I warn you, if there is a second time. I'll apologize to my friend and tell him that I'm looking at the wrong person for being too bad, and believe me, he may not do anything to you because of this, but if he withdraws his protection, even me can make you a bunch of stinky garbage that even a dog can't sniff. ”

Avery froze, it was the first time he had faced such a blunt and ferocious threat, and he could still read the naked contempt and cruelty in it, the man looked at him like he looked at the flat-faced kitten, and he had been patting Avery on the shoulder warmly a few minutes ago - he was trembling, but he couldn't even make a sound.

"Am I going a little too far? I'm sorry," the man said, "I forgot you were still a child, I'll remember to remind you later." ”

He lifted his broad palm and touched Avery back.

Avery couldn't hold on any longer, and he fell to his knees and vomited.

***

Jesse woke up and saw the same white roof.

She was still unconscious when she was thrown in, her gun, watch and mobile phone had been taken away, her clothes had been changed, and her hair and body had been washed.

There was only one door in this room, no windows, the walls were wrapped in beautifully patterned wainscoting, Jesse pressed her hand on it, and she could still feel a trace of coolness seeping into her palm through the wooden board, she guessed it was a basement, fresh air and warm wind blew into the room from the grille less than three inches at the top of the ceiling, with the scent of roses, and the floor was covered with a heavy floor, and the floor was a cream-white sheared carpet - probably wool, Jesse didn't recognize it, there was a bed, there was a dresser, The dresser was filled with cosmetics and jewelry, real gold, platinum, diamonds and gemstones that she had only been able to read magazines a year ago; There was a wardrobe full of beautiful clothes, if two straps and a piece of plastic wrap would be clothes - at the other end of the room was a small but well-stocked bar against the wall, with a large freezer full of champagne, wine, whiskey and chocolate, cakes and other messy ready-to-eat food.

The bathroom is connected to the room, and the wall facing the room is glass, transparent glass, and there is a circular bathtub that can accommodate four people to bathe in it at the same time, and the large pink heart-shaped bed of vulgar color is facing it, and if someone takes a bath in it, the person lying on the bed can easily see it - Jesse also found a row of buttons next to the bed that almost comparable to the TV remote control, she tentatively pressed one, and the bed immediately vibrated again, and a box popped up at the head of the bed, It contains a variety of lubricants and condoms.

She gave it a hammer in a huff, and the box retracted.

"Martin!" She jumped out of bed and shouted, knowing there must be a talking device. Maybe there's a monitoring probe.

She shouted several times. There was no response, and it was possible that he had just walked away—she thought, tucking the uneasiness and horror back into her body, and took a large piece of chocolate and a small bottle of concoction.

As she rudely ripped open the package of chocolates. The lock of the only door turned, and the door opened, and a large bunch of red roses, at least hundreds, poked out of the door, and then the head of Jesse's bad-taste boyfriend, who was a fairly handsome lad, but for some reason there was always an urge to shoot him in the lewd face and beat it to pieces.

Jesse's heart fell to the ground at once, and she didn't even dare to think about what she would do if her kidnapper wasn't the big boy who did whatever he wanted.

"My dear. Did you sleep well? He asked, not at all feeling like he was facing a victim of a kidnapping.

Jesse glared at him.

"Don't do that, Jesse." The young man said good-naturedly, and walked over and put the rose into the mouth of the marble sculpture that Jesse thought was a fish, and Jesse looked at it carefully. Only to find out that it is a deliberately glorified masculine trait, thanks to my boyfriend's hopeless aesthetic! She said in her heart, how many shameless fools he had saved!

"I saved you." He fiddled with the roses to make it look like something gushing out of it before turning his head to speak to Jesse seriously, "I can't believe you're a cop - you didn't expect them to spy on your mailbox?" You're close to that death-seeking idiot — I mean, partner. Your mailbox is an open book in front of them, and they can read it if they want," he pouted, "And, hell, the payphone, yes, you remember to dodge and destroy the road surveillance." But there aren't many people who use the public phone now, they have dogs, electronic devices, and us, remember the Catherine I told you about? She can guess who you are just by touching that phone – and apart from you. And who's going to make that call? ”

"They've killed Mike!"

"So, why not, it's no different from dying one and dying two," her boyfriend said in his usual tone of idleness: "The number of police officers who died in the line of duty last year increased by 50 percent compared to the year before, and every week a coffin was buried under the flag, and you were one of them." ”

"You're making them think I'm dead?"

"No, it's just missing." He sat down next to Jesse: "After knowing what you did, I knew that I had to hide you quickly, I did it in time, those northerners are looking for you." ”

"How long am I going to be here?"

"The maximum prosecution period for murder is twenty years......" her boyfriend said seriously, "you can think about it, we can have a wedding here, and then you can have a baby for me — twenty years, you can have a basketball team for me." ”

Jesse's answer was a straight punch that would hit him in the eye socket.

"Hey," he said, "please don't be so violent—well, I just wanted to make a joke," he suddenly became serious, "but what I said is true," he kissed Jesse, "It's not going to be good out there, I'll look at the situation to figure out what to do next - if all goes well, I'll try to take you away." ”

"Where are you taking me?" Jesse said, "Smuggling to Thani? ”

"Unlikely," he said, "I'm a heavily monitored person." "It doesn't matter if you wander around, but you must not leave the Federation, out of the control of the agency

Jesse didn't believe it, before accepting his pursuit, she checked the information of this guy, he was a prodigal son who was lucky enough to inherit most of his parents' property, but except for the fine bill for speeding, he had not been arrested, nor had he been investigated and questioned, who would spend energy and time to monitor such a small moth in society?

The proposal just now was just her mouth--smuggling is a bad idea, it is also a crime, as a police officer, she has a natural resistance to this, and since those people can use the Yankees, "Masoye", who controls most of the smuggling system, may also be their partner.

"Take you to my ...... Place of work. Her boyfriend said.

Jesse laughed, "Where do you work?" They hadn't been dating for long, but he did have times when he went to work, but Jesse looked it up and knew he was just having fun at some nightclub - she thought she was going to be furious, but she couldn't believe that she was so calmly pretending to know nothing about it.

"I can't tell you right now." He quickly replied, "But you will know later." ”

The only thing that can provide Jesse with the best shelter is the agency, he thought, he has to work hard lately, or their "leader" will not let him pass easily.

But before working for the agency. He had to go and get away with his personal work first.

***

"It's this kid." The man half-lying on the bed said that the double gauze curtain enclosed the entire bed, and Martin could only dimly see the silhouette of a human being, and he heard a strange voice. It's vague, like the person who is talking is reluctant to open his mouth.

Martin poured out the papers from the file bag, and the photo was clipped to the top of the document with a paper clip, a good girl in the prime of her cardamom years, in good health, bright eyes, and skin that was not white enough, but smooth and without freckles.

"Just kill her?" Martin asked, "Do you need me to rape her?" Or are you going to burn her to black coal? He said maliciously.

The man behind the curtain winced, Martin's words reminded him of the pain the flames had inflicted on him: "No. Just kill her. ”

"Just add another 500,000," Martin argued, and now that he has a woman he loves, he has a lot more to buy: "Are you going to cut off her limbs?" ”

"Just let her die." The man said, ringing the summoning bell. Helplessly, Martin put the photos and documents back in the bag, giving up the possibility of a price increase.

"Give me three days," Martin said, "three days at most." ”

The man's secretary walked in, and he looked warily at Martin, who was wearing a hand-painted shirt, as if he were looking at a rat covered in maggots.

Martin defiantly tugged at his shirt, which was only one of his favorite pieces of clothing lately. It depicts a picture of the Spring Palace from an island country, with bright colors and bold ideas: "It's called ukiyo-e - a bunch of guys without aesthetics." He muttered and slipped out of the crack in the door.

"Did you call me something?"

"Can you send this man a sum of money in three days?" "But you can't let him know where the money comes from," his employer said. ”

"How much are you going to send?"

"Three million." Two million is thanks to them for raising Fanta. Wharton for two years, and another million is his apology - because it was he who would have lost their daughter.

The secretary did not question his approach. In front of this employer, who has hundreds of millions of assets, he only needs to be cautious and compliant.

Mr. Wharton was lying in bed, his body hot from the inside out, and Martin's malice took him back to that hellish night, when his wife was tortured and committed suicide. And what is the use of him living, even if he is sitting on astronomical assets? He couldn't see the sun, he couldn't drink water, he couldn't dance, he couldn't date women, he couldn't even have another child—he thought he had a daughter, that little devilish Fanta. Wharton, but it was this hateful-looking young man who brought him bad news, and the agency he worked for found the body of the "ghoul" in the process of tracking down her.

His hopes were dashed.

He used to work for Fanta. Wharton gave a bounty of three million dollars, he gave Martin a million as a reward for the news, and he was ready to hang the rest on the "ghoul" bounty, but Martin called him, he stopped the action, no matter who it is, it is hard to believe it, the agency will secretly sell the name of the bounty to those who are bountyed, Martin saved his life, he wants Martin to kill Anthony. Hopkins, but Martin quite frankly said he didn't have enough money.

Martin cut ties with him until two years ago, when he was tidying up his aunt's cottage when he found a collection of old paintings in the decluttered attic, all of which were by Munch and Picasso, which had been repeatedly appraised by experts, and sold for 375 million at Sotheby's.

He found Martin on the night of the successful auction, but luckily he didn't change his phone number, and he offered to kill Anthony again. Hopkins and his son's request, Martin did not refuse, but he could not guarantee when: "He's a clean man now," Martin said, "and it's impossible to 'round up' like before." ”

"We've got to find a chance." He said.

(To be continued)

((One second to remember)