After checking his preparations, Yuri put on the suit. This seemingly ordinary combat suit had strong defensive properties. It was made of nanomaterials and could withstand some small-caliber firearms.
After that, he took some grenades and bullets with him, took out a wad of cash from the safe, and walked out of the warehouse.
His own car was parked near the warehouse. He put his satchel in the back seat. Yuri lit a cigarette for himself. After taking a deep breath, he took out the cash and counted out a thousand pounds and put it in an envelope.
It wasn't until he finished smoking a cigarette that he got into the car and headed towards Cobain.
Cobain was leaning next to the police car and was using the car radio to communicate with his colleagues. When he saw Yuri coming, he found an excuse and hung up the radio.
"So, are you going to chase that ambulance?"
"Believe me, Qyburn, those people are more useful outside than being locked up in the police station." Yuri took out the envelope and handed it over.
Coburn let out a long breath. Although he had long been accustomed to this, he still hesitated for a moment every time he received the money.
He reached for the envelope and knew without counting how much money it contained. It was one thousand pounds. It was the same price every time Yuri asked for something from him.
One thousand pounds. No more, no less. It is enough to make Coburn, a small town policeman, feel comfortable for a long time. At least he will not have to worry about his wife's medical expenses in a short period of time. You must know that the cost of a psychiatrist's consultation can be
Scary high.
"How's Ashley?"
Yuri's question made Cobain feel dry. If possible, he didn't want to mention his wife's condition to anyone, even if the other party just asked him a simple greeting.
After the Iron Bridge Incident, some bad things followed him back home. They did not attack him, but found his sensitive wife.
If it hadn't been for Yuri's intervention, I'm afraid he and his beloved wife would be lying in the church cemetery now. Although his life was saved, his wife also fell into madness.
He had to hide his fears and weave lies to appease his wife. With doctors, medicine and his company, Ashley finally returned to normal, or so it seemed.
"Not bad, at least she won't forget the boiling water now."
Yuri nodded, started the car and left without saying anything more.
Cobain weighed the envelope in his hand, opened the car door and got in. He planned to stop by to see his wife, as sometimes she would wake up in her dreams.
Residential area of Telford.
Cobain parked the car in front of his house and quietly walked into the house. There were no lights on in the living room and bedroom, which meant that his wife did not wake up, which was a good sign.
He quietly came to the living room to find some water to drink. Everyone was so busy with what happened today that he rarely had a little rest.
Just when he turned on the light in the living room, the man sitting at the dining table almost gave him a heart attack. As a police officer with nearly twenty years of experience, Coburn instinctively took out his gun.
Xing Ze put his index finger on his lips to indicate, and then said: "Your wife just went to bed, Ashley, right? I boiled some hot milk for her and read a passage from Longfellow's "Ode to Life"
", she probably fell asleep during the twelfth period."
"What do you want?" Cobain stared at the person in front of him nervously. He clearly remembered what happened in the barn and understood that the gun in his hand would not have any effect.
But what else could he do? Throw away the gun, open your arms, tell him it was all a misunderstanding, and welcome him in uninvited?
Qyburn had expected the cause of his death, but he did not expect it to be so soon. He glanced at the bedroom secretly. Even if there was a slight possibility, he wanted his wife to survive.
"Put down the gun, Cobain. For yourself and for your wife." Xing Ze said lightly.
"What did you do to my wife? Did you kill her?"
"I am not a person who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Your wife has nothing to do with what you have done. Of course, if you also want to survive, then don't be so impulsive. You know very well in your heart that the gun alone is enough to injure you."
Not mine."
Xing Ze's words shook Cobain's heart. He was not afraid of death. After experiencing the Iron Bridge incident, he had already seen through life and death. But he couldn't worry about his wife. She couldn't take care of him in her current state, and
They also have no children.
The best outcome is that Ashley was sent to a sanatorium after his death, but generally speaking, patients like her would only be sent to a mental hospital. Cobain knew what a mental hospital was like, and he would never
Can't let this happen.
After some weighing, he put down the gun and begged: "Can I go see her?"
"Please." Xing Ze said generously.
Cobain took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and then walked to the bedroom door. He hesitated at the door, and finally stretched out his hand and opened the door carefully.
Ashley was lying peacefully on the bed, and just as the person said, there was a glass on her bedside table with a little milk left in it, and next to it was a copy of "Selected Poems of Longfellow."
The old police officer was a little unsure. He couldn't figure out what the man outside meant. From Yuri's point of view, that guy was extremely dangerous. He could kill people with just a few moves, not to mention whether he was human or not.
To be discussed.
He closed the door gently and walked back to the living room.
"What do you want?"
"About the person who is with you." Xing Ze said, "I need all the information about him."
Cobain expected this to happen. He walked to the kitchen with the glass and bent down to get a bottle of whiskey from under the sink. There was still one third of the wine in the glass.
"Want some?" he asked the strange young man.
"No. I have tea. Oh, I hope you don't mind, I used some of your tea without permission."
Cobain didn't reply, but silently poured a little whiskey into his teacup. After taking a sip, he asked: "Are you going to kill him?"
"It depends on the situation. If he poses a threat to me, then I can only kill him. If he is willing to talk to me like you, maybe it won't get to that point."
A brief silence.
The dripping sound of the kitchen water pipe echoed in his ears. Xing Ze picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He didn't mind waiting. After arriving at the hotel, he was a step late. The time-travelers were surrounded by police, and he couldn't take action rashly.
So we can only figure out the situation from a distance.
Blue Beak followed the ambulance, so he was not worried about losing those people. What he wanted to know more now was the origin of Yuri who disrupted his plan.
After all, some low-level magic spells will not work on that person. Who can guarantee whether he has something hidden? If he suffers another loss, it will be more than the gain is worth the loss.