As soon as Abel and the others left the room, the "chief" made a phone call, and things got a little complicated, he had to make the upper echelons understand his dilemma and the bottom line to solve the problem as quickly as possible - he needed a clear and loose bottom line now, Jesus was on top, he was deeply doubting his character - otherwise, how could so many stupid and absurd things happen to him?

"So," said the other end of the line, "Catherine's abilities are useless to those guys?" ”

"Within 24 hours, I'll let her try again." "But I think it's a special case," said the leader, "and I don't think the ghoul will reveal his secrets, and Catherine will be his sister-in-law anyway, and maybe his lover or wife in the future." ”

“…… It's not funny at all. The voice resounded after a brief silence: "Can I interpret it as a euphemistic goodbye?" ”

"Oh." The leader pursed his lips silently, saying good things for Catherine for nothing else - Catherine was still somewhat useful anyway - there were few people in his hands who could do it now, and there must be something wrong with the slightest respect...... Like Abel, who is more dangerous than a double-edged sword, the anesthesiologist who is always too delicate with his nerves, and, of course, Catherine, who is teetering on the edge of the trap of her prey, well, since this sentimental softgag has been mentioned, I have to add that little Martin, who is always fighting with Catherine (or both) in some inconspicuous corner as soon as she opens her eyes.

Catherine was once blackened with electricity, and Martin Jr. was in shock or even unconscious from pain more than once, and thank God the mutant humans were just as tough and strong physically and mentally.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but he still had to say what he had to say, he knew the temper of the man, he didn't say it when he should, and he couldn't say anything when you wanted to say it - it was useless to say it, the decision made by the top was never in doubt, "I still have to talk about Martin Jr.?" ”

"Whoever calls Martin seems stupid," the voice said, "at least that's what I've seen." ”

"I agree with that," replied the chief, with great humility, "as I said before, that fool is ...... to do his own thing."

"He didn't make it?"

"It's terrible, he failed, and the prey disappeared without a trace." The head swallowed, his fingers involuntarily clutching the candy, the problem was that now was not the time to eat candy: "This is not the most troublesome, little Martin killed two guards during the operation, and raped and killed a bunny girl. ”

There was a soft jet on the other end of the phone: "You should tell me this first," the other party said softly, but there was not much surprise in it: "This is what needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, and he left evidence?" Fingerprints, tooth marks, bodily fluids? Video, eyewitnesses? ”

"There are tooth marks and body/fluid, nothing else."

"Really...... Quite indescribable. Well, listen to me, I've got to make a couple of phone calls first, and you can act in three hours, take and destroy those things, no. (he accentuated the falling tone) to give more to the police department's archives - God forbid, hopefully it won't affect our good relationship with the local police department. Pause: "I think you've already put a collar on that puppy that pees everywhere?" ”

"Of course." The leader replied quickly.

"There is no next time."

"There is no next time." The head licks his lips; "I swear, there will be no next time."

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"Your brother is a very nice boy." The leader said to Martin, with a little regret in his eyes, but only regret: "So sometimes we will be more tolerant. He rubbed his fingers: "You're draining our patience. ”

"There is only one warning," he said, "and next time I will kill you directly." ”

Martin's eyes flickered in the dim light, he had been taught a long lesson, his whole body ached, and his head felt like someone had been stuffed into a concrete mixer.

He heard the chief's warning, but he didn't think so, or rather, all that was on his mind now was the glittering bounty hanging from the ghoul's head - his total amount had doubled in the last two years, and a private bounty had recently been proposed - that is, only for individuals, who could catch Anthony. Hopkins (life or death), whoever gets three million in cash instantly, after taxes.

The bounty maker did not disclose his name and address, but Martin knew who he was, and because he offered it for free, Martin, who had always considered himself to be savvy, found a fortune in the small corpses that the agency had dug up from the mire in the offshore park.

Fanta. Wharton's death was sold by him to John, who was haunted by his sickbed. Wharton, after identifying the body, Martin got 200,000, more than expected, but he still wanted more, frustrating, John. Unwilling to pin all his hopes on him alone, Wharton offered a private bounty to the establishment and other such departments for the most likely murderer - the ghoul, Anthony Murphy. Hopkins.

"I'll catch you."

Martin muttered, sinking into the deepest sleep under the catalysis of pure whiskey.

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Both the sky and the sea are blue, the color of the sky is lighter, and the color of the sea is more intense and deep.

The inhabitant of the island looked with obsessively and warily at the two new guests, standing on the long wooden pier, their grown-haired and thin-faced, and well-dressed, that is, their shirts buttoned up to the neckline and their trousers hanging down to the uppers—the children around him were similarly tightly wrapped in fabric, and though they looked very light and cool, they were compared to the wild boys who were running like crazy on the dockside, shouting, scuffling, and constantly trying to steal dried fish (most of them had only one pair of trousers, A small part is naked/unhung), and it can't help but feel stuffy.

Two men stood beside the Hopkins, their sleeves rolled up, revealing the same swarthy skin as the dockers and fishermen, small but stocky, with piercing eyes hidden under dark eyebrows.

The people here know them, they are the "Great Good Man" Tang. Chegalle. The boys of Bissandi, who ran errands for Don, and it was for this reason that the Hopkins father and son were not harassed and driven away - the island belonged to Masoyer (as they called themselves, though more people called them thugs, hooligans, mafia), and did not receive overly curious tourists, private spies or plainclothes policemen, and all those who appeared here suddenly, for no reason and without proof were either used as bait for shark fishing or as fertilizer for olive trees.

Two black Fabia utility vehicles scurry down the rugged, narrow streets toward the docks, their rear windows covered in dark brown blackout film — the scorching sun is partly responsible, but more so because they don't want to get a clear view of the interior.

The huge car stopped in the open space in front of the dock, the door opened, and a young man came down first, who took two steps with his nose wrinkled, and gave way to his place, and then another, and he came out of the other side of the car, and finally the one who sat in the middle, a man who was more muscular and tall than anyone before, who was dressed almost as neatly as Hopkins, and whose eyes under the motled eyebrows were so slender that it was even difficult to distinguish the color of the eyes, Sandwiched between them was a fat nose with two wings, nostrils slightly facing the sky, very large, black holes like a misoriented chimney, and Sasha estimated that he could take in more than twice as much air as others in each breath.

Mayare. Bissandi, Don's nephew, he came to greet this "friend" and "benefactor" on Don's orders.

He shook hands with Hopkins, and Mayare was surprised to find that the psychiatrist's fingers were as hard and powerful as his own...... Maybe stronger?

"Wonderful fate," he said, "I now understand my uncle's thoughts—you have similarities with us." ”

"Blood is not water (Italian proverb: don't judge lightly)." Hopkins said.

"Money is a friend of money." Mayare replied with a proverb: "You will have an unforgettable time here, I promise." ”

Then Fabia was opened by the driver, and two bodyguards got out of the car and respectfully welcomed the Hopkins father and son into the back seat, and according to the rules, they sat on either side of the guest—in a more high-sounding way, to ensure his safety.

Hopkins noticed something unusual about both cars, and although they had what appeared to be legitimate license plates, Don Hopkins noticed something unusual about both cars. One of the biggest businesses in Bisandi is smuggling cars.

Sashaan sat quietly on his father's lap, he looked so docile, even a little melancholy, but he was such a beautiful child.

One of the bodyguards almost wanted to give him a piece of candy, but unfortunately he only had a gun in his coat pocket.

"What is this?"

"Hmm...... A gift, I thought. Sasha opened his palm, and a thin sandworm writhed restlessly in the pink palm.

When he was at the docks, a little boy gave him a deep impression on Sasha - except for his eyes and teeth, lips, nails, and palms, everything was chocolate-colored, and he smelled of sea and sun.

(To be continued)

Work continues to be stressful......