the castration plan

Chapter 47

Roman took out a thick silver watch, put it in the palm of his hand, stood at the entrance and smiled at Omega: "It's ten o'clock in the evening, and you are inviting an Alpha who admires you into the room."

"I need a private and safe place to have a good talk with you." Bemuir slammed the door, stepped over the colorful cigarette boxes on the floor, and sat up on the armrest of the sofa. "If we can't agree, the police station is here." Across the street from my house. They were more interested than I was, chatting all night with the Euromurder who committed more than 500 murders."

"I came to the East just because of pure missing for you, forgive me for not understanding why you never believed in you." Roman just shook his head at his words, with a gentle and meaningful expression, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I haven't had a big coming-of-age ceremony for you yet, I'll make the whole of Italy celebrate your birthday."

"Youbleedingpedoguy." Baymuir poured a full glass of brandy from a flask and drank it ferociously, each syllable of his words being bitten open, revealing a flash of flawless white teeth flash.

Pedo, is the colloquial expression of Pedophilia, which means pedophilia.

"Dicebene." Roman agreed in Italian, which meant, yes.

He smiled back: "But compared to you, no matter how beautiful the boys and girls are, they are all little mice with bright fur."

Shen He went out to perform the mission.The TV was not turned off, and the film was still playing Lu He's documentary in a loop.

Lu He used to be the judicial adviser of the International Serious Organized Crime Agency (SOCA). This is a part of his court defense calling for the resolute execution of the death penalty. The right to the final trial of criminals and murderers? Have the victims of all crimes agreed? Have they experienced the despair of family members? How can they speak for them? What can be used to conclude the tragedy of unknown people? What is perfunctory for the pain of the rest of his life?"

Bellmuir was curled up on the sofa, his hands and feet folded into a small bunch, like a hastily put together hunchbacked skeleton.

"If you adopt a compromise attitude in punishing evil and promoting good, you can neither defeat evil nor help good." Lu He concluded at the end.

Omega's heartbeat gradually strengthened, rolling in.On the two moist and dignified star-like pupils, the eyelashes of the glittering trinkets flickered, as if a pair of feeble butterflies were fluttering.

"You are afraid, Bermuel, aren't you? Afraid of the bad luck that may come from afar at any time." Roman picked up a pair of pince-nez, adjusted it, and stared at the screen, "You will be caught by your sweetheart— This ruthless lawman sent himself to the gallows, a whole barrage of bullets will pass through your skull, and his great achievements will be remembered in history. You are afraid of pain, I know it."

Baymuir seemed to lose his strength suddenly, and the blankets that couldn't be grasped were wrapped together and slipped onto the carpet. It took a long time to regain his breath: "Shut up."

"But you drank a lot of red wine for dinner, and you seem to be in the mood to talk." Roman slowly and gracefully picked up the blanket, and sat down beside him, "Want to play bridge?"

"I've been suffering from an illness recently, and you know what it is. I don't have the energy to argue with you, and I don't want to come up with tasks. My principle is that you can kill and set fire in other places as you please, but China is not acceptable." Bemuir supported With a little body, the purple-gray pajamas showed that his skin was a cruel bluish white, full of unhealthy complexion, "If you can understand people's words, don't get tired of me, stay away from me."

Roman just spat out two soft consonant letters, like a low sigh, and then turned his head to look at the TV: "This is a video from three years ago, you should see some updated information. This gentleman is in Chamber this year. The ranking on the wealth list of Lawyers, and moved up three places, and former President William Schindling is not as expensive as him."

Baymuir turned his head away from him, seemingly not interested at all.

"He owns two private Boeing 737s, and on the fuselage is Justitia, the goddess of justice in white robes and golden crowns. He owns four luxury houses in the top real estate market in the greater Los Angeles area, located in Beverly Hills, Malibu and Pacific Palisades, where he has an acre of gardens where he can let his horticultural talents go,” continued Roman.

"What do you want to express." Bemuir rolled his eyes, "I don't know he is rich?"

"I'm just reminding you that your husband is much richer than you imagined." Roman said, "As we all know, this is not the reward you can get just by fighting those just lawsuits."

"But those lawyers with the top three personal net worth in history were more or less charged with obstruction of justice." Roman walked to the bar and took a glass of frothy German beer from the tap, which was not much different from the antique walking stick in his palm. A little out of sync.

Baymuir sneered: "To sow discord and find the wrong person."

"I have no intention of doing this." Roman smiled gently, "I just remind you of some trivial things. For example, he once used his rich knowledge of tort law to fight against several large companies and defend his clients in mergers and acquisitions. China won with a high price and ruined a huge deal that has already been completed; another example is the private securities class action two years ago, the damages of up to 50 billion US dollars were multiplied by 40.00%, which was his attorney fees. These are not safeguarding fairness Just lawsuits, but they do make a lot of money, and he does a lot, doesn't he?"

"Fuck you fart." Bemuir brushed his hair back with one hand.

"What I mean is, at least he is not as noble as you think. He is not always doing things that you see and shine on the stage. I didn't say he did bad things. I know you are staring at me. This gentleman It's just an ordinary Alpha, but you have reflected him in the lover's filter and described it tenderly, unrealistically placing a series of dreams on him, you are loving your own illusion." Roman said very flatly.

"Human nature is originally a muddy mass, neither too good nor too bad, and you always regard him and the whole world as two extremes. But there are often no saints in the real world. Most of the time, the virtues and graces in mythology are False, so is forgiveness and pardon in the character. And you take him for the Creator, the Divinity, the Light, and the Father, wrongly, for long."

"To some extent, his obsession with you is the same as his willingness to appear in court for huge legal fees." Roman said, "Money is the ticket for human survival, and sex and beauty are the food of their desire. And he's just one of those primal instincts, and that's not a great emotional state. You shouldn't be dreaming about him, giving him a love that lives with the pain, and letting your heart fall apart and go its own way."

"He's an ordinary man, what are you?" Baymuir retorted, "A dog?"

"Maybe I'm an inferior man." Roman took off the musk leather gloves, put his frighteningly white fingers on Omega's bare shoulders, and slowly traced the python on his back with affection, like The two moonlights met and blended together, "In order to pursue love, the means are low, and I am so familiar with the life stories of my rival."

Roman leaned over, such an elegant and noble Alpha, but the pheromone was mixed with the soot of burning saltpeter, and the strong and sweet smell of blood, like a gothic ghost crawling out of the mud of hell.

"You're sleepy." Roman's pale pupils seemed to only have the spirit of Baiyun left, like two hollow shells, and he smiled almost in a whisper, "Do you want to kiss for a while?"

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