Devil's Music

CIA investigation room.

Aurel, handcuffed behind the chair, sits alone and cries out, looking at a magic mirror mounted on one wall of the survey room.

“I know you're there! Can we get out of here and talk? I didn't do anything. It's a human rights violation, don't you know? ”

In the monitoring room behind the magic mirror, the chief secretary told Director Mitchell.

“You worked hard to subdue me before it happened.

Mitchell looks like he's in trouble, making an impression.

“You will need to support two spent vehicles. ”

“Hmm, I'll give you a better car for the White House budget. So what are you gonna do with him now? ”

Mitchell sighs as he sees Aurel screaming at the chair in the investigative room.

“In fact, he did nothing to prove except that he had an unreported weapon. There's no Interpol wanted. But with illegal immigration, foreign exile is possible. ”

The chief secretary looks troubled.

“Well, it's a little awkward, but let's just do it by the law. I'm not a citizen of the United States, so please make sure there's no diplomatic friction, sir. ”

“Yes, secretary. ”

Mitchell opens the door and walks into the investigative room, with Aurel tied to a chair, smiling.

“What's wrong with this? Is that what American cops do? Crashing into each other's cars. What did I do to you? ”

Mitchell sits across from you, placing the yellow papers on the table, and then pulls a cigarette out of his chest and asks.

“Aurel Mabray. 47 years old. Born and raised in Albania, Feccini, 15 years old, went to and from juvie and joined an organization in Shaka, Tuland, where Blower was based at the age of 18. Engaged in numerous crimes, including prostitution, drugs and kidnapping. Is that correct?"

Aurel's expression stiffens slightly, and he soon loses consciousness.

“Unfortunately, what I just said was not what I did in the United States. ”

Mitchell opens the file and looks at Aurel's photos and says,

“You're right. You didn't do anything in America. ”

Aurel glances at the hand tied behind his back and says,

“If you admit it, will you let me go? ”

Mitchell holds a case of cigarettes next to him and asks.

“Do you want to burn one? ”

“Good, but as you can see, my hands are tied. ”

Mitchell gets up from his seat, pulls the keys out of his pants pocket, uncuffs Aurel, then taps his shoulders and points to the CCTV set on the ceiling with his fingers.

“Now, if you don't want to be convicted in the United States, stay calm. ”

After Aurel touched her wrist and watched the CCTV, she picked up a case of cigarettes on the table, took out a cigarette and put her head out to Mitchell. Mitchell blinks and lights him on fire. Aurell, a tasty smoke sucker, lays both legs on the table, throwing the chair back and blowing smoke.

“Phew! When do I leave? ”

Mitchell says with his butt on the table.

“Well, it depends on what you answer. ”

Aurel looks up at Mitchell, takes another deep sip of cigarette and spits out the smoke.

“Do you want information? ”

Mitchell smiles and says,

“Why gregory miochi? Turns out you weren't very good with dead Lindro after all. Then why are they after him? I don't think it's revenge. ”

Aurel shrugs as if she didn't know.

“I don't know what you're talking about. Was he in the car in front of me? ”

“Let's not waste each other's time, my friend. We both know that. ”

Aurel glances at Mitchell for a moment and rubs a cigarette out on the ashtray on the table.

“Phew, okay. You know, he and I are the mafia. Why would the Mafia lose her territory? ”

Mitchell looks down at him without a word, and Aurell opens his hands.

“You shouldn't be sold, because the minute word gets out that the Albanians are scared of the Russians and tail them, it's over. So what do we do? Fuck those who hit us so we don't run away from our tails, right? ”

Mitchell tapped the table with his finger and said with a relaxed smile.

“That's it? ”

“That's it? What do you mean, how important is fighting vigorously in the Mafia War? ”

“Yes, I understand that, but is there any other reason? ”

“Well, I've been ordered to exact my revenge on the mainland, but I don't care. ”

“All right. Okay, go back. ”

Aurel looks up and down at Mitchell with suspicious eyes, and he shrugs.

“Go back? Why can't you let me go? ”

Aurel gets up from his seat and takes Mitchell seriously.

“What are you up to? Honestly, don't you know you're smarter than the mob? ”

Mitchell gets up from his seat and picks up the file he left on the table and says,

“Haha, yes. I have no choice but to be in charge of information. I'm done with you. Go.”

Boom!

Aurel slaps the table with his fist and screams.

“Tell me what you're thinking! ”

Mitchell smiles bloody and takes out a cigarette and asks.

“The mafia is fighting in the district. We have to stop it. We'll use expensive lawyers to bust both of them out of here, and if we get a criminal case, another mafia will fill in. Just like Lindro died and you came. ”

“But?”

“Then we can settle the conflict in the United States with the Albanians. Gregory Myocchi doesn't crash in the United States. Unlike you. ”

“What? So you're going to take down our crew? ”

“Sort of. You're a tribal breeder selling prostitutes and drugs anyway. It's easier for you to organize. Gregory Myocchi, on the other hand, is a big deal. ”

“Son of a bitch!! ”

As Aurel leans forward, Mitchell taps his index finger and points to the CCTV.

“If you want to be convicted in the United States, do it. ”

Aurel glances at the CCTV and says, furious.

“Why? Why are you taking the Red Mafia's side? Is there a deal going on between Gregory Miochi and the U.S. government? If that's the case, we'll take over the deal. On better terms, huh? ”

Mitchell plucked the tobacco ash and tasted it.

“Well, that's a very appealing offer, and even though I'm usually working on that kind of interest, you've touched someone you shouldn't have touched. ”

Aurel smirks at you, feeling frustrated.

“Yes! You mean I'll take his place if you don't touch him!" I'll get you your own rebate! ”

Mitchell smiles bloody and turns off his cigarettes.

“It's not Gregory Myochi you should leave alone. ”

“What? Who is it, then? You mean her? ”

“Hehe, well, let's get out of here. Hey, out there! Get him out of here! ”

As if waiting, two agents come through the door, grabbing Aurel's arms and dragging her out to the door, Aurel thumps and looks back and shouts.

“Tell me! I'm touching someone! Whoever it is, I'm twice the man he is! No, I'll triple it! Let go, you bastards! ”

Mitchell grins as he looks behind Aurel being dragged away by the agents.

“If you could make Kay twice or three times as much music, you would have made a deal. ”

A few moments later, Aurell, who was thrown out of the CIA building, looks back and feeds his fist potatoes to the sailing building.

“Bastards!! Eat this! ”

As Aurel looks back at the direction of the building, he sees three large white men blocking the road in front of him.

“What now? ”

“Aurel Mabray. Is that correct?"

“Oh, so many people asking my name today, what are you? ”

“I'm from the Bureau of Illegal Immigration and Infiltration. I'm arresting you on the ground as a smuggler. You will be expelled from the United States immediately. Go ahead.”

“What? Hey!!! CIA, these guys are real! Is that why you let me go?! ”

Mitchell looks down at Aurel, being dragged into the building window, and makes a funeral disappear.

* *

The next day, Gregory tells me he's looking for you, and he knocks as soon as he finds his resting place.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

When I opened the door, I saw Gregory, who had gotten much bloodier, sitting on the couch, not on the bed.

“Gregory, how are you feeling?

Gregory nods earnestly.

“You're good to go. Sit down.”

Gregory taps his finger against the newspaper on the sofa table as it sits across from him.

“You had a big day yesterday? ”

When Gun saw the newspaper he pointed at, he saw that he was holding Kiska in his arms at the front door. Gregory sighs as he smiles awkwardly.

“I could go on if my daughter was happy to be with you, but are you okay? According to Miroslav, as soon as I find out who I am, there will be an impact on the image. ”

The gun shrugs.

“Kiska is Kiska and you are you, Gregory. Kiska's not a mafia. ”

“By the way, do you think other people would think that? ”

“Well, you'd have to bump into it. ”

Gregory sighs deeply and leans back against the back of the couch with a complex expression. He opens his mouth after taking a moment to look at the matter.

“Hide as much as you can. It's for you."

The gun smiles and nods, and Gregory looks out the window and asks.

“What's Kiska doing? Haven't you seen my face in a long time? ”

“Ah, that's · ·”

Gregory laughs awkwardly.

“I guess you didn't. Is this why raising a daughter isn't going to work? Haha. I knew I'd be thinking that one day, but I didn't think a father with a 10-year-old daughter would do it. ”

“Haha, it's not like that, Gregory. ”

Gregory says with a serious look again.

“How long can you stay? ”

I look out the window, looking at the case with a worried expression. When I saw Kiska playing in the garden with Byeong-jun and the six puppies who were just born in the world, I turned my head and said,

“I'll stay for a while. because I can see Kiska getting better. ”

Gregory sighs in relief and smiles.

“Yes, thank you. I haven't told her yet, but I've been told she laughs a lot. I want to see Kiska's bright smile as soon as it becomes actionable. I ask you to keep smiling at my child. But don't let Kiska follow you out again. I thought you had a heart attack when you got the report. ”

“Haha, yes. Gregory.”

“Good. I'm relieved. I'll have a cup of tea in a while. ”

Same time.

Aurel, who is being forcibly put on a plane and exiled to Albania, cries out on a plane in the sky.

“I'm replacing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

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