Chapter 453

"Morning everyone," he said to the people sitting at the table in a voice that was clearly sleepwalking.

At the same time, Hunter raised his head and said to Olga, "Then what do you think happened to him? The newspaper said that he called several officers in the police station who had a better relationship with him to go out, and the last few The police officer's body was found in the river and he was nowhere to be seen - the last footage captured by the surveillance cameras was of him fighting another man who suddenly appeared on a bridge before the two fell into the river together inside."

Midalun didn't know what the two of them were talking about. He just complained pertinently: "I don't know if anyone has noticed that every time we talk about this kind of topic, it's at the dinner table."

Olga glanced at Hunter: "Tell me what you think?"

Hunter photographed the newspaper on the table: the page of the newspaper was covered with a blurry screenshot of the camera, and two scuffled figures could be seen vaguely—and they could only be seen as human figures, almost even arms and legs. Can't tell.

The camera is blurred like this, no wonder the local police can't find the suspect.

"The camera only recorded the scene where he was fighting with the suspect, but not how the other police officers died... But in fact, I don't think that just one person can easily break several of them. There are not too many fighting marks left on the neck of the police." Hunter thought for a while, then said, "If I tell you, it wouldn't be McArd who provoked some gangsters, would it? I don't think a copycat can go wrong. This kind of thing. Traveling across the state to chase the FBI agent on the case? What a crazy copycat."

Midaren had looked over Hunter's shoulder to read the newspaper before, and now his face was not very good, obviously he never thought that a living person he had just seen before is now unknown. He thought about it for a while, and said in his steady voice, "But anyway, Fort Lauderdale isn't Westland, so it's impossible to be dropped by the gang just because you went out around ten o'clock at night? "

"Mr. Mayor will cry in shame when he hears what you said." Olga commented leisurely.

"What's wrong with the mayor?" Annie was obviously not listening, and asked while swiping her INS on her phone.

"The mayor is fine," Olga told her. "The bad is Mr. Lavasa McCard, whom you saw in court."

Her tone was a little overly relaxed and equally ruthless. Hunter put down the food in his hand, looked at her attentively for a while, and then asked, "Did you expect this ending?"

"What?" Olga raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't. Because as I said before, I'm not a psychic."

Hunter muttered a few words, apparently thinking that Olga Molozze was more mysterious than a psychic. Olgaha gave a sigh and continued: "But there is no doubt that it is not surprising that after he crossed that line, it is not surprising that it has such an ending: I reminded him at the beginning."

At this moment, Annie finally almost figured out the cause and effect of the matter. She and Olga were listening to Herstal's trial together, and she had also heard a little about what happened to McCard. She frowned and couldn't help but retort: ​​"But there are also many people who were bad people from the beginning. I don't think they have suffered any retribution. My ex-boyfriend has only been sentenced for ten months."

Listening to her tone, she really hoped that Pfister would squat to death in prison.

"Because he thinks he is a righteous person, after such a person goes off track, it is easy to do something earth-shattering like the extreme environmentalist villain in the movie, or to provoke people who should not be provoke. This is not out of Karma, but purely probabilistic." Olga shrugged and gave Anne an answer she never expected to hear.

Then she turned to Midalen, turned slightly more serious, and said in a soft voice, "Also, Midalun, I'm going to take you out today."

Midaren raised his head and gave her a bewildered look.

"Don't worry," Olgapi replied without a smile, "I'm not the kind of person who would take you out to a nightclub."

Olga's reason for taking someone out with her is simple: her custom-made prosthesis arrived home three days ago.

In short, she received a large box, and then, under the horrified gaze of the courier, took a leg out of the box—the whole thing could not be more aptly described. Olga's description of the prosthesis is, "This is indeed a custom prosthesis, but it is not a Swarovski custom prosthesis", which means that the bone-white prosthetic leg was designed for her, but It's completely functional, it's not aesthetically pleasing, and it's a one-time item that she'll only use for a few months during her rehabilitation. Then when she gets used to the prosthesis (and when the designer she's been in contact with recently has finished drawing the design), she'll replace herself with a more unique one.

"Seriously," Olga said, "everyone who wants to replace part of their body with a prosthetic leg should expect to have rocket legs that can fly."

... Midaren felt that not everyone had such expectations.

Olga doesn't have rocket legs yet. In fact, she couldn't even walk very well, relying on a prosthetic limb and a cane to walk unsupported. Until she's thoroughly familiar with prosthetics, it seems like a good idea to go out with someone: even though the person doesn't have a driver's license and isn't free from kidnapped PTSD.

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