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Startled and angry, he raised his leg to sweep Felix to the ground.

Felix quickly dodged, got up and sat on Torres' lap, and pressed him tightly:

"Torris, don't you think that if I like you, Feli, I will let you go forever, do you? Feli, I am also a man. Few men are willing to be oppressed casually."

"Felix, how dare you touch me! I will never forgive you!" Torres lowered his voice, but his whole body exuded a murderous look.

"Torris, you are so naive," Felix smiled and stretched out his finger, and tapped on Torris's lips, "Didn't you just finish the two commissions with Felix? Since we won't have anything in the future How can I be afraid of offending you if I touch you?"

"Do you think you can get away with offending me and continue to do your intelligence business?" Torres' face turned green and pale, trying to delay time.

Felix took off Torres's pants a few times, and curled his lips: "If I offend the Braginski family, then I really can't get along with Feli, but now I just offended you, Torres, There are many ways to save your life, and you will never tell what you have suffered, so what should I be afraid of?"

As soon as Torris opened his mouth to scream, Felix immediately kissed him. After a while, he panted and said in Torris' ear:

"Since you, Torres, don't want to know the pain in my heart, Philip, then let you fully experience the pain in my body."

46

Alfred came to the Federal State Prison on the outskirts of the city with several large bags of food.

"Yoxi, Minna, Hero is here to visit everyone with Khan Baga and donuts!" He greeted the prison guards on the outer floor familiarly.

"Hello, Director Jones, but according to the usual practice, please show your ID card and prison visit permit." The big prison guard in charge still followed the procedures step by step to verify. "Okay, here is your temporary prison visit password. Please keep in mind the combination of six letters and numbers. It is valid for 4 hours. You will need it at the next guard gate."

Alfred left a bag of food for the guards on the first floor, and took the other two bags into the corridor connecting the first and second checkpoints. The dark gray concrete walls were illuminated by the pale fluorescent lights on top. The color is more infiltrating, but Alfred is very clear that the red alert area where the felons are detained will only be darker than the scene on the ground.

Taking the elevator down to the first-level security area on the first floor, Alfred waved and smiled at the prison guards guarding him, left a bag of sweatbags and donuts in the guard room, and focused on the password in front of the gate. Enter the password he just got from the first-level guard on the keyboard, and he is especially careful to keep his finger on the keyboard for a few more seconds when entering the password, so that the fingerprint scanner attached to the password keyboard can confirm his fingerprint in time information.

The thick lead gate opened under computer control, and Alfred gave a simple military salute to the prison guards on the second floor as he walked, and then entered the elevator leading to the red alert area on the second floor.

It is quite different from the slightly popular and lively environment where ordinary prisoners live on the ground. The area on the second floor where the serious criminals live does not see sunlight all year round, and each prisoner is individually detained in a cell filled with cooked lead. In the cell, there is no way to communicate with each other, and the oppressive atmosphere makes the whole area as quiet as a cemetery.

There are no prison police posts in front of the gate on the third floor, as if even the prison officials are unwilling to easily set foot in this area full of despair and dead silence.Alfred was carrying a sweat bag in one hand, and took off the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose with the other, and put his face on the pupil scanner on the gate leading to this silent purgatory to verify his pupils. membrane.

Even the bold and KY Alfred couldn't help frowning when he stepped into the steel-cast gate, and involuntarily wrapped his jacket a little tighter.

Outside a prison with "Wang Ao" written on the name card on the door, Alfred entered the access code again on the keyboard of the lead prison door, and the small window on the prison door finally fell forward slowly. Several fences behind were exposed, and the small lead window with a thickness of 2 inches was temporarily formed at 90 degrees perpendicular to the door panel, just like providing a small table for those who came to visit the prison.

At this moment, Alfred was taking one khan baga after another out of the food bag and putting it on the window table, and he carefully placed the khan baga upright between the lead bars , so that the people in the prison can take it easily, he greeted loudly with a vigorous voice:

"Hey, Mr. Wang, do you want to eat Khan Baga, there are various flavors, double-layer cheese bacon, sweet and spicy beef, smoked pork, spicy chicken, and the cheese fish burger that is sold in limited quantities this month, HERO But I waited in line for a long time to buy it."

The people in the prison did not respond for a long time, and Alfred peeped impatiently through the gap between Hambaga and the lead fence: this is a single cell of about 8 to 90 square feet with concrete poured with cooked lead , without windows, the lighting depends entirely on the white fluorescent lamps embedded in the ceiling. On the left side of the room are showers, sinks and toilets. On the right side is a steel square table fixed to the wall. One leg of the square table is chained. A matching steel chair was fixed by the lock, and a single bed was placed on the wall facing the cell door—it was also fixed on the wall—a man in a long gown was lying face-to-face, He didn't wear the eye-catching orange prison uniform like other prisoners, which made him feel more special.

Alfred knocked on the cell door, only to hear the man in the long coat—Wang Ao—slowly whisper: "I never eat junk food."

"Ah—that would be too wasteful," Alfred yelled exaggeratedly, "HERO is losing weight now, and I can't eat any of them. It's a pity."

Seemingly seeing through Alfred's deliberate affectation, Wang Ao sat up slowly:

"Director Jones is so relaxed, or do you want to know something from me?"

"What did Mr. Wang say, HERO is not the kind of person with eyebrows. HERO came to visit Mr. Wang specially today and chat with Mr. Wang!"

Wang Ao snorted coldly in his nose, turned his head, and there was a flash of sharpness in his soft brows. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, got up and got out of bed, pulled over the chair locked by the square table, and faced Alfred outside the prison door sat down:

"If you don't have anything to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall, Director Jones, Ming people don't say dark words, if you want to know anything, you can bet with me first, guess the size, guess the odd or even, take your pick." Wang Ao started like a magic trick. He took out a dice cup and two dice from his long sleeve, "If you win, I know everything; if you lose, you take the junk food you brought home and eat it yourself."

47

Coming out of prison, Alfred drove his beloved black old Ford on the road back to the city.

Of course, he couldn't beat Wang Ao, who is known as the "God of Gamblers", but he was very satisfied with the instant ferocity on Wang Ao's face when he heard that his eldest brother and Honda Ju were married, and, after knowing the Braginski family The calculation in the eyes of Antonio Torres and the Vargas family after the successful peace talks.

Obviously, Arthur Kirkland's plan succeeded again without any accidents, although Alfred had no idea how Wang Ao could get in touch with the Wang family in such a heavily guarded prison.

His stomach was rumbling, and Alfred reached out and touched the space in the passenger seat before realizing that he had left the last bag of sweat for Wang Ao.Forget it, since you haven't eaten a khan baga all night, let's make up for it with an ice cream, Alfred thought as he drove into a gas station ahead.He parked his car in front of a snack bar next to the gas station, went in and ordered some of his favorite food.

"Hello, you ordered a large banana split and a large maple parfait." The waiter brought Alfred's dessert, and he immediately started to eat with a smile.

Khan baga and ice cream are the oil and gas that drive Alfred.

"Hello, Ice Cream Boy?" said a voice from a nearby seat.

Alfred ignored it and continued to fight on the front line of eating ice cream.

"Hi, hello, remember me?" A bronze-skinned middle-aged man with pigtails in the back and a beard walked up to Alfred, waving at him.

Alfred looked down, pretending not to hear.

Undeterred, the uncle sat opposite Alfred and continued, "Why, you don't know me? Ice cream, we ate a lot of ice cream together."

"Uncle, you've got the wrong person." Alfred forked up the last banana and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely.

"How come, you are not a horse..."

"Uncle," Alfred stood up, looked down at the other person from the top of his head, approached this person, and stared at him firmly, "My name is Alfred F Jones."

"Huh? Did I recognize the wrong person? How could it be? They are exactly the same."

"Really?" Alfred lifted his coat, revealing the police badge on his chest and the gun around his waist, "Are you sure?"

"Ah...I misidentified the person, I'm sorry." The uncle with obvious Cuban/Brazilian features backed away a few feet in fright, as if an illegal immigrant with invalid entry documents was checked at the border checkpoint.

Alfred showed a sardonic smile, finished the last bit of ice cream on the plate with a few mouthfuls, then swaggered to the cash register, and said in a rough voice like an ordinary policeman.