Agnes did not go to the closed wooden door, but walked to the prison where Snow was being held. She looked at the straw pile opposite Snow and sneered.
"Sir, I think... a straw pile is not a comfortable place." Agnes said with a smile.
The straw pile was motionless. Agnes raised her eyebrows, raised her left arm, and pointed the gun at the straw pile.
"So, sir, aren't you going to come out and find a cleaner place?" Agnes asked with a slightly malicious smile.
The straw pile shook, and a man turned out. This was a man with a very friendly appearance. His face looked like he had just grown up. He was not aggressive and even aroused the desire to protect others. He raised his hands and slowly stood up from the ground.
"Ah, it's Mr. Len Rambo," Agnes smiled suddenly and asked, "I didn't expect that Mr. Rambo would have a hobby of digging into straw piles. It's really unbelievable."
Len Rambo has a secret mission and is required to capture the other party secretly. He was accused of planning more than fifty murder cases, but he had never killed anyone himself. Traces of planning cases could not be used as evidence to convict him. The National Police Agency could not issue this task as a wanted task, but could only issue it as a secret task.
"Ah, I actually don't know it myself, ma'am." Len Rambo shrugged helplessly. He sighed and said, "Ma'am, you are really keen. You can actually see that I am hiding from you at a glance." In the straw.”
"But this is indeed not a comfortable place," he stared at Agnes tightly, curled his lips, and said unhurriedly: "When communicating with ladies, you should find a place with a good atmosphere, at least the environment Gotta get comfortable.”
Agnes didn't speak, she just narrowed her eyes slightly and moved her finger on the trigger slightly.
"Madam, please don't shoot for the moment!" Len Rambo's muscles all over his body suddenly tightened, and his previously unhurried tone suddenly became tense: "I think I at least still have some torture value."
"The value of torture?" Agnes was amused by Len Rambo's words. She kept her hand holding the gun still and took a step forward slowly: "What is the value of being tortured? Come on. Tell me."
"I know all the evidence against Bernie Ste and most of the secret stuff he did," said Len Lambeau.
"So it seems that you are still Bernie's confidant?" Agnes asked with interest.
"Yes, that guy Bernie Ste trusts me a lot." Len Rambo raised his hands and stared at Agnes closely, and said softly: "But he is stingy and grumpy, and he has never treated us as such. People think that everything we do for him is appropriate, and I have been dissatisfied with him for a long time."
"It's really unlucky for Bernie to have a confidant like you." Agnes sneered and mocked, without any change in her posture.
Len Rambo smiled nonchalantly. He raised his foot and slowly took a step towards the prison door. Seeing that Agnes didn't move, he quickened his pace and stopped only when he reached the prison door which was tied by chains. Come down.
"Madam, I think you may need to open the lock of the prison." Len Rambo sighed and said, "The key is..."
Agnes raised her eyebrows, turned the gun, and fired at the chain. The bullet hit the connection of the chain and the chain broke.
Len Rambo closed his mouth, pushed open the prison door with one shoulder, and walked out slowly.
"Thank you, ma'am," Len Rambo walked straight towards Agnes without stopping, with a relaxing smile on his face. Agnes noticed that there was a hint of emotion in his words. An inhuman affinity that makes people want to trust him.
"Look, you and Bernie Ste are hostile. I am also dissatisfied with Bernie Ste. We are natural allies. You don't need to be wary of me like this. We can totally cooperate, right? ?”
audience? lawyer? Scammer? Combined with his bounty information, maybe he is an instigator? Agnes couldn't help but feel wary.
"So, ma'am, how about you put the muzzle down first?" Len Rambo said in a voice that made Agnes's body goosebumps.
To be honest, Len Rambo's way of speaking was not in line with Agnes's taste, and she couldn't help feeling a little chilled.
Agnes thought for a while, but still put down the hand holding the gun, but did not put the gun into the gun bag on her waist - she was ready to see what Len Rambo wanted to do.
"Come on, tell me what you can tell me." Agnes raised her eyebrows and said.
"Maybe, we should find a better place to talk?" Len Rambo said with a gentle smile.
"Look, the air here is so polluted that it's almost nauseating, and the environment is so messy that it makes people feel irritated. It's really not a good place to talk, is it?"
"I think the environment here is very good," Agnes took a deep breath and said with a little intoxication: "Don't you think this smell mixed with blood and moisture makes people think of rain mixed with it? Blood? It’s so wonderful that you can’t help but want to immerse yourself in it.”
Agnes clearly saw that Len Rambo's face stiffened slightly. If Agnes had not been paying attention to his expression, she would hardly have noticed it.
"Or don't you think so?" Agnes looked at Len Rambo with a half-smile and asked softly.
Len Rambo maintained his gentle smile, nodded, and said, "I think so too."
"Is that so? Do you like this feeling too?" Agnes took a step towards Len Rambo, and she clearly saw that Len Rambo's face stiffened.
Agnes asked aloud with a slightly confused expression: "Your behavior...are you rejecting my approach? Do you really have the idea of cooperation?"
"No, ma'am..." Len Rambo waved his hand looking very innocent and said.
Agnes interrupted him with a smile, raised her hand to Len Rambo's shoulder, and asked: "So, are you willing..."
Before Agnes finished speaking, Len Rambo seemed to sense some kind of crisis, and nimbly dodged sideways to avoid Agnes' hand.
"Come to be my new work of art?" Agnes finished her words with a smile.
