Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 04

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After lying down for a while, Porsche became more dreadful as he thought about it as if his heart was tightly pinched by a hand, and it hurt like a needle.

He sat up cautiously, turned his head, and saw Thomas's originally pale face was covered in the warm quilt, and it was ripe and rosy like an apple. He couldn't help but lean down again, and lovingly kissed his son's forehead. Porsche could barely move his eyes away until he confirmed that Thomas had no signs of waking up, then he slowly lifted the quilt, tiptoed out of the room, and before leaving, he still helped his son, who had huddled into a small ball, lightly tuck the corners of the quilt & Tuck it back.

He opened the door and went downstairs. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he met a bodyguard standing guard at the door. Porsche subconsciously took a step back, his muscles tensed, and he broke out in a cold sweat until he heard the bodyguard greet him formally. Porsche took a long breath and realized belatedly that he was no longer in prison.

He wanted the bodyguard to leave, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

When Porsche walked slowly down the living room, it wasn't surprising to see Kinn, who had changed into a black polo shirt, sitting leisurely on the sofa alone. There was a glass of transparent liquid, whether it was water or wine, on the marble coffee table in front of him. There is a black object next to it, judging from its shape, it should be a pistol.

Kinn also heard the movement of him going downstairs, raised his right hand and put it on the back of the sofa, turned half of his body gracefully and dignifiedly, hooked his fingers together, with a smile on his lips, and made an ordinary movement A different flavor.

Porsche almost subconsciously walked towards the sofa, went to sit diagonally across from Kinn, and smelled a strong juniper berry scent, he understood it and silently glanced at the source of the smell.

It seemed that it was a glass of transparent and clear gin.

Kinn noticed his gaze, and politely asked Porsche if he wanted to have a drink too, Porsche waved his hand in fright, raised his chin, and sat up straighter, motioning for Kinn to speak straight.

He likes to drink, but his capacity for alcohol is not good. In the past, he always made mistakes when he drank too much, but with Mile behind him, he has nothing to fear. Now he is alone, with a child. Although he believes that Kinn will not harm him, looking at that face, he is only more worried when he is drunk. He no longer has the mood to drink for fun and the right to act willfully.

Seeing this, Kinn raised his eyebrows and didn't continue to force him, but he didn't know if it was because Porsche had just been released from prison and hadn't completely relaxed yet. He always felt that when Kinn looked away, the smile on the corner of his mouth was more like I bought something else, but Porsche couldn't say what it was, but I just felt a chill down my spine, and the words "bad intentions" popped up in my mind somehow.

Kinn took a sip from his wine glass, then stretched out his arms and pushed the gun onto the coffee table in front of Porsche. Porsche's eyes moved with his movements and finally saw that it was a Glock pistol, and it was a pistol. The model was most often equipped by Interpol in the past.