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Jack's visit was just to reconfirm what happened at the scene to make sure he didn't miss anything.

He has no doubts about Mr. A for the time being.

After all, although Mr. A doesn't look like a good boy in the normal sense, his appearance is still very confusing. Compared with Byron's 1.8-meter strong man, the gap is not too big. As long as he is a person with normal cognition, I don't think he can kill Byron one-on-one.

And so is it.

At that time, the reason why Mr. A was able to solve Byron unscathed was precisely because of the information difference between the two and Byron's contempt.

If it is a head-to-head confrontation, when both of them have guns, with his slightly better physical fitness than the average person, the winning rate is only about a quarter, and the premise is that Byron's marksmanship is not good.

After responding to Jack's inquiries, Bourbon, as the victim's family, offered to take Mr. A back to the hospital in Virginia, which was close to home, and he also hoped that Arnold, who had just experienced a terrible event, would stay away from where he was injured.

It was a reasonable request, and Jack agreed.

Bourbon also left the ward after he left, and he was going to discharge Arnold.

Mr. A looked at the door, his mind was still a little confused, he couldn't help thinking of Bourbon's eyes - if this was a scam, he had to admit that Bourbon was superior.

He was affected.

Knock, knock.

The sound of the joint knocking on the door panel recalled Mr. A. He looked at Will at the door and smiled subconsciously: "Is there something wrong?"

Will raised his right hand and held a mobile phone: "Add a friend?"

Mr. A does not have a Twitter. The two exchanged phone numbers and will probably contact by text message in the future.

He has the handle in this guy's hands. Mr. A thought silently, but there is a high probability that he will not be used to threaten himself.

Because Will can't explain the source of the pistol, if the other party wants to continue to be his special agent, he will never hand over the evidence easily.

Probably want to develop a friendship, that handle is considered a favor.

So I readily handed over my phone number.

Only then did they realize that both of them only knew each other's names.

"Arnold Taylor. You can call me A." A-jun said.

"Will Graham."

Mr. A nodded, this conversation is probably over.

"You can contact me if you have anything, I'll be waiting for you at any time."

"Thanks..." Will said with a smile. "I'm also in Virginia, Wolfchapp. I don't think we live very far."

He actually has some social disabilities - Asperger's or autism or something, and he resists socializing with people, but...

Just as psychologists favor particular psychopaths, he can't resist a person who is as clear and calm as water.

When empathizing with the other party, his mind seems to become stable, and the self belonging to Will gains a moment of respite, breaking free from the quagmire of other people's consciousness, the part belonging to the other party will not erode him, it just exists firmly. Like a mirror, he has never been so soberly aware of where he is.

This is due to the other party's seemingly blank, but extremely firm personality.

Will couldn't imagine what kind of experience would make such a person.

This made him inevitably curious.

A gentleman's gaze flickered at his clear blue eyes, very good, the second one can't see flaws today, but he must have no intentions - how can a good person approach him?

Unless you have to (like the whisky trio).

Anyway, just wait and see.

"I'm in Franklin, really close." He smiled. "Come and see me sometime, if you want."

Will: "Of course."

The two didn't have any doubts about inviting the other party to their house when they first met. Mr. A was pretending to be warm and careless, but Will just didn't realize it.

He has almost no experience in normal relationships.

His ward seemed to be restless. Mr. Special Agent had just left, and Bourbon came back, followed by Hannibal.

A-jun narrowed his eyes.

This guy…

When I saw him in the photo, I ran to the hospital and asked about Scotland's whereabouts. Did you want to do something to his brother?

After learning that his brother would not appear, he turned to Bourbon again?

But apparently Hannibal didn't hit Bourbon. Otherwise he would never have stood here intact.

After all, it has nothing to do with Scotland, who is gentle by nature. The vigilance of this man in front of him is not divided by time or target. His degree of caution is such that even passing ants are amazed. The talented player of the seat.

If you despise Qingjun because of his appearance, you will suffer a lot.

It's okay that Hannibal doesn't have this plan. If there is... A-Jun can only mourn for him in advance.

Hannibal, who knew nothing, smiled slightly in the blind spot of Bourbon's sight.

He did come to Baltimore Central Hospital with the intention of killing Seamus - a copycat, his old part-timer - but when he learned that the other party would not come, he did not target the Hepburn In Mr., the target of the Oriental killer is the Oriental. Obviously, Hepburn does not meet this requirement.

The reason why I approached him was just in the spirit of inquiry.

What is the relationship between this man, Boston Hepburn and Arnold?

Will Arnold give his life for this man, as he said?

But based on the previous observation in the ward, Arnold's attitude towards Boston was clearly suspicious and vigilant. The relationship between them was not good, at least not that good.

Interestingly, Boston's attitude towards Arnold was much more genuine.

The truth and the false are mixed together, and the previous conclusions are not credible. Hannibal was still smiling: "The previous invitation is still valid, Arnold. The long couch convalescence must be extremely boring, and when it is convenient to move, welcome to come and **** craft."

"Of course, so does Mr. Hepburn. If it is convenient, please convey the invitation to Mr. Taylor for me."

Bourbon seemed to have a good relationship with him, and nodded with a smile: "It's an honor, I will."

Hannibal said goodbye.

Bourbon looked at Jun A: "You and Scotland's mission this time has something to do with him?"

Mr. A hesitated for a while. Scotland didn't say that it needed to be kept secret. This task, like the incident, was of little value, so let's just say: "The organization wants to recruit him, but if it fails, it will be solved."

Bourbon raised his eyebrows: "You have spent three days." The implication is that their progress is too slow, and the goal is still outside the situation.

"Because it involves the FBI, and the task of Senior Ley, it becomes tricky."

Mr. A truthfully explained.

"Oh..." Bourbon immediately lost interest when he heard Ley's name.

Since the FBI is involved, and the FBI's undercover agent is there, it is better for him not to intervene, so as not to make Akai Hideo's hands tied.

Bourbon was busy with his own business at this time last time. He didn't pay attention to Mr. A, and Scotland didn't say much.

He tried to recall it, but he only remembered that Mr. A was probably injured, but the reason was different from now.

He also hadn't seen Hannibal's name in the organization, maybe he was dead, or he was successfully saved by Shuichi Akai.

The injury this time was done by Mr. A himself. The wound is not serious, but it will take some time to cultivate. After this period of time has passed, the matter has long been resolved.

He came here after temporarily suspending his work. Even if it is not very important, leaving for a while is the limit.

Thinking so, Bourbon plans to leave after sending Jun A back.

"How long will you lie down?"

Mr. A immediately rolled over and got out of bed. The effect of the anesthetic was almost gone now, and there was labor pain in his shoulder. He couldn't help wrinkling his face, and tried to look indifferent.

Picking up the phone from the table, he said, "Senior Bourbon, let's go."

Bourbon retracted his gaze and hummed lowly, "Go."