Instead of going to the closed wooden door, Agnes walked to the cell where Snow was kept, looked at the pile of straw across from Snow, and sneered.

"This gentleman, I think...... A straw pile should not be a comfortable place. Agnes said with a grin.

The straw pile didn't move, and Agnes raised her eyebrows, raised her left arm directly, and aimed the gun at the straw pile.

"So, sir, aren't you going to come out and find a cleaner place?" Agnes asked, with a slightly malicious smile.

The straw shook for a moment, and a man flipped out, a man with a very relatable appearance, a face that looked like he had just become an adult, unaggressive, and even aroused a desire to protect. He raised his hands and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Ah, it's Mr. Lunn Lambo," said Agnes, with a sudden smile on her face, "I didn't expect Mr. Lambert to have a hobby of digging straws, it's unbelievable." ”

Lunn Lambo has a secret mission to capture the other party in secret. He is accused of planning more than 50 murders, but never killing people himself, and the traces of planning the case cannot be used as evidence to convict, and the National Police Agency cannot issue this mission as a wanted mission, only as a secret mission.

"Ah, I don't know, ma'am." Lunn Lambo shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and he sighed and said, "Ma'am, you are so perceptive that you can tell at a glance that I am hiding in a straw pile. ”

"But it's really not a comfortable place to be," he said, staring at Agnes and hooking the corners of his mouth, "You really should find a place with a good atmosphere to communicate with the lady, at least in a comfortable environment." ”

Agnes didn't speak, just narrowed her eyes slightly, and her fingers pulling the trigger moved slightly.

"Ma'am, please don't shoot just yet!" The muscles of Lunn Lambo's whole body suddenly tensed, and his tone, which seemed a little unhurried before, instantly tensed: "I think I have at least some torture value." ”

"The value of torture?" Agnes was amused by Lunn Lambo's words, she kept her gun holding her hand still, and slowly took a step forward: "What is the value of you being tortured, tell me." ”

"I know all the evidence of Bernie Sturt's crimes, and most of the secret things he did." Lunn Lambo said.

"So, you're still Bernie Sturt's henchman?" Agnes asked with interest.

"Yes, Bernie Stert trusts me." Lunn Lambo raised his hands and stared at Agnes tightly, and said softly, "But he is stingy and short-tempered, and has never treated us as human beings, and thinks that we should do anything for him, and I have not been satisfied with him for a long time. ”

"With a henchman like you, Bernie Stert is really a bloody mold." Agnes sneered and mocked, her posture unchanged.

Lunn Lambo smiled indifferently, and he slowly took a step towards the door of the cell, and seeing that Agnes had not moved, he quickened his pace until he reached the door of the cell where the chains were chained.

"Ma'am, I think you might need to unlock the cell." Lunn Lambo sighed and said, "The key is in ......"

Agnes raised an eyebrow, turned the muzzle, and fired a shot at the chain, the bullet hitting the junction of the chain, which broke apart.

Lunn Lambo closed his mouth, pushed open the cell door with his shoulder on one side, and slowly walked out.

"Thank you, ma'am," Lunn Lambo walked straight to Agnes with a relaxed smile on her face, and Agnes noticed an inhuman affinity in his words, which made one want to trust him.

"You see, you're hostile to Bernie Sturt, and I'm just as resentful of Bernie Sturt, we're natural allies, you don't need to be wary of me like that, we can work together, can we?"

Spectator? Lawyer? Scammers? Combined with his bounty information, maybe he was an instigator? Agnes couldn't help but be vigilant in her heart.

"So, ma'am, how about putting the muzzle down first?" Lunn Lambo said in a voice that gave Agnes goosebumps all over her body.

To be honest, Lunn Lambo's way of speaking did not conform to Agnes's aesthetics, and she couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

Agnes thought for a moment, but put down her hand holding the gun, but didn't put it in the pouch at her waist - she was ready to see what Lunn Lambo wanted to do.

"Come on, tell me what can you tell me." Agnes said with an eyebrow raised.

"Perhaps, we should find a better place to talk?" Lunn Lambo said with a gentle smile.

"You see, the air here is disgustingly foul and the environment is irritating, and it's not a good place to talk, is it?"

"I think it's a nice place here," said Agnes, taking a deep breath and reciting a little, "don't you think this mixture of blood and dampness makes people think of the blood mixed with rain?" It's so wonderful, you can't help but want to immerse yourself in it. ”

Agnes could clearly see that Lunn Lambo's face froze slightly, and if it weren't for Agnes's constant attention to his expression, she would hardly have noticed.

"Or do you think so?" Agnes asked softly as she looked at Lunn Lambo with a smirk.

Lunn Lambo maintained his gentle smile, nodded, and said, "I think so too. ”

"So? Do you like that feeling too? Agnes took a step towards Lunn Lambo, and she could clearly see Lunn Lambo's face stiffen.

Agnes asked with a slightly confused expression, "How are you behaving like this...... Is it denying my approach? Do you really have the idea of collaborating? ”

"No, ma'am......" said Lunn Lambo, waving his hand very innocently.

Agnes interrupted him with a smile, raised her hand to Lunn Lambo's shoulder, and asked, "So, would you like to ......"

Before Agnes could finish her words, Lunn Lambo seemed to sense some danger, and her body flashed to the side very dexterously, dodging Agnes's hand.

"Come and be my new work of art?" Agnes smiled as she finished her words.