Chapter 109: Exoneration (2)

The good man was Chegalle, the martyr, oh, Hopkins knew, the name of "Father Priest" was the same as the first martyr, they were all called Stefan, and he could guess that it was that, but she was nothing.

"Why did they let the priest go?"

"Because of the Vatican." Chegalle said irreverently that all the people on Poseidon Island were devout Catholics, but the division of labor was different, the women were responsible for bending their knees and obeying, while the men were entitled to it - Masoye had kidnapped several priests, diocesan governors and even cardinals, and the kidnappers were treated better than the average person, and they all paid the ransom in time, so they were almost all released unharmed, and the only unlucky man only had a red rash because he was allergic to fleas: "He's a big baby now, A living saint, a flesh-and-blood holy sign, an inexhaustible reliquary casket – he lifted up his hand and said, 'Speak.'" The dumb will be able to speak, and the paralytic will be able to jump and jump when he says, 'See me,' and the blind will see again, and the leper will become a lovely little angel, and even Jesus may not be more beautiful than him. Chegalle added sourly: "The bishops simply put him on the head and sent him to the Vatican." ”

Hopkins gently rubbed the inside of his index finger with his thumb, it seemed that at that time, Sasha's power also affected him, Stefan was not a dull idiot, since Marlena could manage to find him and Sasha, then Stefan could too, no one with that ability could be indifferent to such power...... Chegalle too, except that the clever old guy prefers to keep his abilities in a stable state, and he controls his desires well. What about Stefan? Why didn't he show up? Where has he been all these three years? Perhaps, in the beginning, he simply couldn't control his new abilities. But apparently, now he can.

That's why Chegal pushed the two little ones out of here, Poseidon Island is very small, and the western continent is much more vast.

I still have to stay here anyway.

"Then tell me," Hopkins said, using you in a completely different sense than Chegare's you being: "something the agency asks you to convey." ”

Chegalle grinned, "Clever old bastard," he deliberately showed an unconvinced expression: "Yes, the agency found me, and they were willing to make concessions first." ”

Hopkins spread his palms from side to side.

"Cooperation, a brief collaboration, dear," Chegalle replied dryly: "They need us, Our Lady bless, they have had a lot of trouble in these years. As he spoke, Don kept a close eye on Hopkins' reaction, did he frown, did he pout, did he have a small wrinkle on his forehead and the corners of his eyes? He didn't notice anything, and Hopkins was calm and amiable, as if what Chegalle had just raised had nothing to do with him. But Chegalle knows very well that this is not the case at all - this is why the agency deals with ghouls through him, anyone who knows a little about Hopkins will know what a proud and paranoid bastard he is, in his eyes, most humans are pigs, but some are of good quality, some of them are of low quality, and the imbeciles in the FBI and the agency naturally belong to the latter - some of them howl and spill all the time to enhance their presence, In the end, they always let their butts and heads rot their shitty things, he scorned them, mocked them, and made wicked jokes about them—whenever the time permitted, the ghouls would always prepare for them a more enjoyable death. A promising, young and strong FBI agent (he was Catherine's senior) had dealt with him, and his last face was drawn by him like a Picasso painting; During his second escape, he made a "blood eagle" by a hapless prison guard (a medieval penal law that pulled the lungs out of the slice on either side of the spine); And the obnoxious, over-sexual, imaginative, and taste-poor Colendler, Catherine's former boss, who had the privilege of tasting his brain with Hopkins and Catherine; By chance, the frustrated sheriff of the Florentine authorities, who had discovered the ghoul and betrayed him to his enemies, hung it on the window of the Palazzo Vecchio, like his ancestors, with his stomach swinging between his legs.

It is quite dangerous and difficult to convince such a person.

Chegalle sighed, and concentrated on a plate of garlic feta cheese, "We are old," he said, "and the children are still so young, and we have not brought them into this world to make them worry day and night—you see, I am making an effort, not just Beelzebub, not just scattering sand, I am trying to open up a new way for the descendants of every Poseidon to live in peace—the time to speak with bullets and daggers is long gone, Nowadays, people need to be more tolerant and understanding, and we will follow the rules and abide by the law...... It's not a bad thing to back down when the time is right, as long as you can achieve your goals, that's fine. He grieved as he ate the last piece of cheese, and Hopkins turned his gaze to the sea—from whom he could see the lone "Christ's Scross" in the sea, where Chegalle's nephew and heir, Mayare, had died three years earlier, naked, with dark purple bruises and blisters on his skin, and bleeding from his eyes—this time it was Chegalle's turn to look innocent, "The most important thing," he said, picking up a brand new spoon of shells and reaching for a pile of lobster roe, "that's what we're going to deal with." He nodded meaningfully to the edge of the plate, "Those guys are getting ready to take their jaws." ”

"Those guys." Hopkins said, holding up his fingers and forming a tower on the table.

"Those guys." "They are different from us, they have too little, they want too much, they crave power but they don't know how to use it wisely, they don't have brains, they don't know how to do it in moderation – they prefer to indulge their desires endlessly, they get into untold trouble, they make thousands of people suffer, just for a little stinky little fish – that's why the institution is so urgent, these people are the heart of the institution, someone is attacking the institution, and with the intention of swallowing this fat little pork." That's terrible, Hopkins, and if I'm not mistaken, it's the "GCI" (Government Communications Headquarters) that is standing behind the attackers, the harder one to say than the FBI. ”

Hopkins knows "GCI", it is really annoying, the most secret and important section of the national violence train, they want "institutions", this is normal, the crime rate of the Paranormal has exploded in the past three years, and the country needs more manpower to deal with these special criminals.

So what do they do when it's all over? Erase my name too? Just like you? ”

Chegalle shook his head: "Yes, they can erase your name, my dear friend, but they can't guarantee that you will be at peace with it - they offer another payment, which I think you may be interested in," Chegalle said, "and they will hand over all the information of the bounty holders related to you." ”

Hopkins leaned back, he really wasn't very interested in the former, unlike Chegare, he was too famous, and the bounty placed on collectors alone was in the millions, but according to the laws of most of the Western Continent Federation, this bounty was only valid while the bounty was still alive, unless his descendants were willing to continue the bounty. In addition, it can also be seen as an implicit promise and guarantee – although this guarantee may sometimes be as thin as a slice of pickled cucumber.

"We have our way, right? My dear Hopkins. Chegalle said coldly: "They don't want to die and the net is broken." ”

Then they fell silent at the same time, as old Andreana brought a plate of golden roast goose. Hopkins began to think.

"Little Amp came back and said," said old Andreana, "the children are not coming back for lunch, and they have found a lot of fat oysters to-day—enough for everyone." ”

"Oh, I didn't realize it was almost noon," Chegal tilted his neck in surprise and raised a hand to scratch his face.

"Because you're always eating, Chegalle," said old Andreana, straight up, "at least a little restraint between meals, or one day you won't even be able to go up the stairs." She turned her reproachful gaze to Hopkins: "As a doctor, you should have reminded him of this a long time ago." ”

The elder Andreana is nearly seventy years old, she grew up watching Chegalle, she has a special status, and there are some things about her that remind Hopkins of Sasha, and her own nanny. Towards the end of the war, she insisted on going back to her hometown to see how her nephew's house was doing, but they had no choice but to let her go, and he feared for her for a long time, until the shadow of terror and despair suddenly loomed over him and his family one morning—a teenager who had never imagined that a crime that had never occurred in the most sinister books and the most terrible nightmares would cut through his life like a saw—the little girl smiling in the bathtub in the sun was dead, and her brother was dead, the ghoul was born.

"Okay," Hopkins replied solemnly, "I'll remind him." ”

Old Andreana scoffed at the tricks of the "little boys", but she was not prepared to expose them at this time: "Little Bepp also brought news," she said, "they have a guest, a girl, Chiz. Carson. ”

***

Sasha lifted an open oyster, leaned forward slightly, and pressed her lips closer to the gleaming shell—like drinking wine—with a slight suck on her fingers and neck like a wine—the metallic taste of the sea and the silky flesh of the oyster fell into her mouth.

(To be continued)

Annotations:

Some readers have suggested that there is a slight sense of incongruity in letting Hopkins do things for the institution - it is true that the ghoul is a dangerous person who is difficult to control and control, but beware, he is not the kind of unreasonable, arrogant, irrational and emotionally manipulated idiot, whether it is murder or cannibalism, he knows exactly what he is doing.

Because in the article, I can't make these two guys say everything like a stunned young man, so I'll explain it here.

Why did the agency work with ghouls and Chegare?

As I mentioned earlier, the establishment is not without enemies, especially the government, and they really want to make this semi-official organization, which was not eye-catching at first, but now seems to have some power, completely official-because of Hopkins, they lost a rather disturbing number of paranormal criminals in the turmoil at the Tower of Babel, and in three years, they may have recovered a few, but many more have disappeared into the vast sea of people, and they continue to commit crimes, and this big mistake has been caught by their enemies. They are accused and suspected of not being able to properly control the supernatural - there is a good chance that the institution will be taken over completely, which is why the heads above are so impatient.

There are also those who are likely to have the idea of driving away the wolf, or the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches are behind.

Why does Chegalle work with institutions?

In addition to that list, he was also preparing to whitewash the whole of Masoye. But it takes time, and "GCI" is trickier and stranger than the FBI, and he doesn't want to face this clawed and fanged behemoth too soon, let alone add fuel to it—even shove his own handle into the other's hands.

Why do ghouls work with institutions?

Marlena was able to find Sasha, and so could others, and in fact Chegal had already mentioned it very cryptically, and he couldn't wait for someone else to come to him.

And in his heart, Sasha is the reincarnation of his sister, and he hopes that she (him) can be happy, and a happy life, at least, is not spent in being hunted down.

Hopkins had traveled a lot before he was arrested, and then he also had Catherine, a lover who was able to share his heart, and Sasha, his child and hope.

Of course he would have expected more from Sasha, and he had done so before. Otherwise, it's not impossible for him to take Sasha to hide in the Amazon for the rest of his life - a reader described the previous experience as a dark version of Meng's mother's three migrations, hehe, I can't be mistaken, because Hopkins's actions are indeed all about Sasha.

Now that Sasha has grown up, he needs more living space, more freedom, and more experiences, which the small Poseidon Island cannot give.

If Hopkins does not try to get away with it, Sasha will inevitably be subjected to constant harassment for the rest of his life (if he goes to the Western Continent Federation). And if it were a state agency like the FBI, he couldn't resist (at least not openly).

After all, his eyes are too special, unless he keeps disguised - the problem is that after adulthood, people's faces and body shapes will also be fixed, as long as someone is willing to look for them, they are not afraid of not finding them.

He's so handsome (eye-catching) again.

It's better to do it once and for all.

- So Hopkins is willing, but he doesn't make people guess right so easily, and even if he guesses correctly, he won't show it, that's it...... Sullen......

Special mention: not Zhao'an, just temporary cooperation, to be more precise, trading.

After the crisis has passed, it is still a hostile relationship,