I love you, I won't kill you

When Anthony Price reached for the second book on the right side of the third shelf, a female voice came from behind him, "Don't move!"

Immediately afterwards, he heard the woman say again, "Turn around."

Looking at the woman with a Glock in her left hand and the butt in her right, aiming at her head, "Okay. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Shut up and bring it yourself." When the woman with the gun finished speaking, she threw a white nylon cable tie in a circle in front of Anthony.

"Hmm." Anthony picked up the nylon cable tie from the ground indifferently.

"Are you a policeman? A federal agent?" he asked as he put a zip tie on his wrist.

"No." The woman kept aiming her gun at his head and said only one word.

Anthony subconsciously glanced at the gun safe on the left where the guns and ammunition were stored, and the woman with the gun said softly, "Do you think you still have bullets in your gun?"

"Hmm... not bad. Now, are you satisfied?" Anthony asked after biting the cable tie with his teeth and tightening his hands.

"Sit down." The woman pointed at the seat beside her with a gun.

Anthony casually tucked his huge butt into the seat, raised his head without a trace of fear, and asked, "So...what do you want from me? Guns, money, motorcycles? Or let's play Sex_abuse and then tell me you want to join the White Camelia Brotherhood?"

The woman with the gun in her left hand stepped forward and stared at him coldly, then suddenly clenched her right fist and hit his left cheekbone with a right hook, "I'm not interested in you and your fraternity at all. Just... tell Where are me, your ex-girlfriend and your two daughters?"

Before, when Anthony had come face to face with this woman, he had figured out which bar or strip club this young woman should have met.However, her unusually calm face made him very suspicious of her real identity.

"Well, it does hurt a bit. I think we did meet."

"Yeah. We did meet, damn Nazis!"

"Well, I don't care what kind of Mexican, nigga bastard, Jew, or woman-loving woman you are, you have no right to be judged on my values ​​in my house!"

"Trial, that's what federal judges do. Now, I just want to know where is Nina Drake and her kids??"

"I don't know, second-class race. Who the hell are you?" At this time, the white man Anthony still somewhat believed that this woman might be a victim of a "hate crime" of a certain race.

Anthony has never forgotten the humiliation and coercion he received in Anza-Bari Desert Park three years ago.It's just that the lieutenant used a fake name and put on a sexy smoky makeup on himself, so he didn't recognize it as the lieutenant during the confrontation at this time.

After uttering racially discriminatory remarks with contempt, disgust and exclusion, he did not get a response from the woman.He just watched the lieutenant turn and walk towards the stairs, "Hey, second class, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, the lighting in the basement was artificially turned off in an instant.In the darkness, Anthony heard a voice he would never forget, "Tony, are you okay?"

"Bitch, it's you. Spanish Honey!"

"Last time I told you it was best to stay away from Nina and her children. But now, how?"

"Fuck you, that's my woman, my child."

"Really? But now she and her child are missing. You tell me, don't you know?"

"Bitch, what do you want? You are not the police, nor the FBI. Do you have evidence that I did it?"

The lieutenant, wearing night vision goggles, smiled. "You know, this place is just over 300 miles from Los Angeles. If you want to live in California, I think you need to learn a few words of Spanish."

Then, the lieutenant suddenly said something in Spanish, "perronazi (Nazi dog)!"

Anthony couldn't sit still any longer, and suddenly jumped up from his chair and rushed over, "Fuck you, you second-class Spanish! Insulting white people with second-class language in white people's territory, I will let you I know the consequences of doing so!"

Since his hands were tied tightly and he was in a dark basement, Anthony kicked the opponent fiercely with his feet angrily.However, the right foot in the leather boot did not kick anything.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that his left leg, which was supporting the center of gravity of his body, was hit hard by someone.No, it should have been kicked.The huge, burly body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell heavily towards the hard concrete floor.

"Ah..." In the darkness, Anthony screamed in pain.

"Hey, Tony, are you okay?" Following the lieutenant's voice, the lights in the basement were turned on again.

At this time, a voice came from outside the basement door, "FBI!"

Elaine opened the door, but saw a bloody and funny picture, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The lieutenant took off his night vision goggles and looked up at her. "It's all right. Mr. Anthony Price wanted to attack me, but he accidentally knocked his teeth on the stairs."

"Really? Well, Anthony Price, this is the FBI, do you need me to call an ambulance right away?" Elaine asked while holding back a smile as she walked towards the basement.

"Yes... yes. Damn... the Spaniard, broke... my teeth." While Anthony's big mouth was speaking, a lot of bright red blood kept coming out.

"Well, it looks serious. Let me see, how many of your own teeth have you broken?" Elaine squatted down and said.

“1、2、3，4！哇噢，你是怎么做到的？整整4颗门牙！？”

"Are you really... the FBI? Why... until now, haven't you called... an ambulance for me?"

Elaine said sternly, "Look clearly, this is my FBI federal agent badge, and this is my FBI sidearm! Before the ambulance comes, I think you'd better answer a few questions for me."

He raised his head and gave the lieutenant a wink, and the two pulled Anthony who was lying on the ground up.One person crossed one arm, dragged and threw it back on the seat.

"The FBI has received a report that Nina Drake and her two children from Richmond, Virginia are missing. As her boyfriend, can you provide the FBI with some useful clues?" Elaine raised her arms Standing with arms crossed, he asked.

"I...I'm just her ex-boyfriend, why...you ask me?" Anthony lowered his head, and the black-red blood that had become very viscous and rich in methemoglobin dripped continuously from his mouth On a leather vest on the chest.

"Well, I remember detectives from the LAPD Robbery Homicide Unit saying, 'When the wife dies, it's always the husband. And when the husband dies, the wife is usually the first suspect.'" Anthony Price , do you think you can escape the investigation?"

"Well, I can cooperate with the FBI investigation, but I need a lawyer to be present."

"Uh huh, no problem. My backup will be here soon and can take you to the hospital immediately. Just...can you tell me why there is a strange bookcase in this place? I think there must be some secret behind the bookcase Bar?"

"No, nothing!"

Elaine deliberately approached the bookcase again, pretending to be listening, "Really? But, just now, I heard the voice of a child coming from inside."

Anthony raised his head slowly, gave the lieutenant a vicious look, and said to Elaine, "Well, I can tell you the truth. But, I want to sue this Spanish woman for maliciously causing personal injury to me!"

"Well, we'll look into that. First, you have to tell me, what the hell is behind the bookcase??"

"Just... two kids. The hidden lock on the bookcase is the second book from the right on the third floor."

When the lieutenant heard his words, he immediately came over and pulled out the second book.When it was pulled halfway, the bookcase opened a gap that was as wide as one person.Elaine opened the bookcase vigorously with both hands, and the lieutenant rushed into the secret room calling the names of the two girls.

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