Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 81 The Devil Is In The World

Colt stepped off the bus.

Suddenly, there was an old man sitting on a public bench not far away.

"Officer Mike?" Colt walked over and called tentatively.

Old Mike raised his head and glanced at him.

"Why are you still here?"

"The internship is not over yet." After thinking about it, he opened his mouth to explain.

"Internship, internship..." Old Mike muttered a few times, "What a fart for an internship!"

He scolded angrily: "Are you stupid for studying? You did an internship with that idiot Matt, and spent so much money to go to law school, just so that you can make a lot of money and enjoy those high-end wines!"

As he spoke, he angrily smashed the can of beer into the trash can: "Not this kind of trash!"

"You should wear high-end suits and ties, go on dates with those famous beauties, eat at Michelin restaurants, and earn countless checks!"

He pointed in the direction of Matt's office angrily: "Instead of earning apple pies made by the neighbor's old lady with those cheap apples!"

Colt listened quietly to his curse, without speaking.

The old man stood up slowly, maybe because he drank too much wine, his steps were a little shaky.

Perhaps tripping over a crack in the ground that had not been repaired for many years, the old man fell forward suddenly.

Colt stepped forward quickly and supported him.

"Why, why don't you leave!" The old man's tone was still somewhat angry, but it was more of a kind of pleading and pain, "Run away! Why did you come here!"

Tears welled up, the old man pushed Colt away, and walked in the opposite direction unsteadily.

……

"We will win, right?"

Fergie appeared to be out on a minor civil dispute, and Matt was alone in the office.

Colt lowered his eyes and asked softly.

Matt looked up at him with blank eyes.

"Everything will be fine, right?" Colt felt that his vision was a little blurred, and he asked in an almost pleading tone.

Matt was silent, he didn't know how to answer.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"Psychologist, it will take some time for Judy to speak."

……

A pub where Irish people gather.

Last night's big win kept their morale high.

Although he could not give the old man the punishment he deserved, but compared to letting the Russians retreat, what is this?

It's just that the lives of a few low-level gangsters have been exchanged for such brilliant results. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

The girls at the bar were getting extra generous tips today, and they didn't mind giving this group of men better service.

Alcohol and various drugs brought the whole bar into a state of almost carnival.

However, at this time.

Two gunshots broke the carnival atmosphere.

The two strong men at the door fell to the ground in response. They clutched their chests, but they couldn't stop their lives, which slowly flowed away along with the dark red liquid.

Screams, cursing, and yelling sounded in the bar.

The gunfire didn't stop.

People keep falling.

Finally, after a gunshot, everything stopped.

The gangsters walk to the exit of the bar.

An old man fell on the ground.

His eyes were still staring, and he hadn't died yet.

The old man still wanted to raise the gun with difficulty.

"boom!"

……

Colt and Matt stood quietly outside the fence.

The wounded or the dead were constantly being carried out of the bar on stretchers.

"It's the second one." Colt said softly.

He didn't say it, but Matt knew what he was referring to.

"He's a nice guy, isn't he?"

Matt still didn't speak.

"Shouldn't we find the truth and restore his reputation?"

Matt remained silent.

Colt turned slowly, pushing his way through the crowd.

When he came to the corner where the crowd turned his back, he couldn't bear it anymore, and tears began to fall silently.

"Here." An impatient female voice handed over a tissue.

Colt raised his head and saw that Jessica still had that indifferent expression, but his eyes were no longer as calm as before.

"This is Hell's Kitchen," she said. "Never underestimate the potential for things to go wrong here."

"Why can't we save him?"

"Aren't you the smartest person?" Jessica rolled her eyes.

"We obviously did nothing wrong. We are almost catching the Purple Man. Why did it happen?" Colt said.

"I don't know what the case looks like in your mind." Jessica turned her head to look at the chaotic bar, "But for me, catching the criminal is just a step in the matter.

"A real wound won't heal automatically just because you found that knife."

"Let me advise you again, any incidents involving Hell's Kitchen will have no good results. Even if you can catch criminals, things will turn ugly." Valeria's previous words were reproduced in Ke Walter rang.

"Sorry." He reached for the tissue and wiped away the tears casually, "I'm not in a good state right now."

After speaking, Colt turned and left.

"Okay, the rookie is gone." Jessica turned to look at Matt who was coming, "Now, what's the plan?"

"We shouldn't have him involved," Matt said. "It was a mistake."

"Young people always think they are omnipotent." Jessica sneered, "After going through this, they will understand not to play hero games in Hell's Kitchen."

"Let's go." Matt looked at the direction Colt was leaving, and then said to Jessica, "We still have a lot to do."

……

Coltra closed the curtains and curled up on the bed.

He stared at his backpack silently.

Although he had never paid attention to the red-haired girl, the scene of Sarah collapsed in that dark alley kept flashing in his mind.

The old patrolman who helped him drive away the gangsters, and then drove himself to the office.

Why didn't I see what he wanted to do today?
If I see it myself, can I stop this tragedy?

Why did things turn so bad even though they already knew the mastermind behind the scenes and were about to catch him?

He gritted his teeth.

He took a tissue and wiped his eyes.

Colt got out of bed and turned on the computer.

"Someone must pay for this!"

……

inside the prison.

Judy lay blankly on the bed.

She recalled her past life, and then looked at her current environment.

resist?has no meaning?It's not going to get better anyway.

Just then, a prison guard came over.

She knocked on Judy's cell door.

"You have a call," she said.

"Phone?" Judy was puzzled. Although it is indeed visitor time, she doesn't have any relatives or friends who care about her?
"He said it was your lawyer," said the prison guard.

"That's it." Judy sighed impatiently, turned over and got up.

Why haven't those guys given up yet?
　I said it would be a bit miserable, don't scold me
　　
　
(End of this chapter)