allendalepharm Chapter 621: The Delicacy Called Revenge
Chapter 621: The Delicacy Called Revenge
"Ka————"
The slight sound was like thunder, exploding in the silent environment, like a thin needle, piercing straight through the determination that was about to explode in Efron Weisz's chest.
His fingers were still tightly gripping the trigger, maintaining the posture of pulling the trigger. His fingertips even turned slightly white due to excessive force, and were stiff on the trigger guard.
However, as he slowly opened the magazine of his pistol, astonishment surged in his heart like a tide.
The magazine was surprisingly empty, not even a bullet left that should have ended his life.
At this moment, the police rushed up like hungry tigers, their arms like iron clamps, tightly gripping Efron Weisz's shoulders.
His back slammed into the hard wall with a dull sound.
At this moment, he felt as if his body was hit hard by a huge force, and an involuntary broken sound came out of his throat, like the last sound of a punctured balloon.
The moment the gun barrel was forcibly pulled out of his palm, Efron Weisz could even clearly feel the trembling of the policeman's fingertips.
It was not because of fear, but a rapid emotion mixed with anger and fear.
"do not move!!!"
The police's voice exploded in his ears, and his knee dug into Efron Weisz's lower back, pressing his face into the rough concrete floor.
The stone hit his cheekbone, causing a dull pain, but it was far less painful than the hole left by the empty sound in his heart.
It turns out that even death requires luck.
Efron Weisz lay on the ground with his cheek pressed against the cold earth, watching the blood from the wound on his head seeping down through the cracks in the bricks. He suddenly felt that he was like a ridiculous clown when he threw himself towards the gun.
The world showed him a pantomime in the cruelest way: when he thought he had finally grabbed a life-saving straw, it turned out to be nothing more than a dead branch coated with poison, not even capable of piercing his heart.
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Their carefully planned revenge plan should have come to an end at this moment.
However, Jose Badem did not think so. The anger in his heart had not subsided and the desire for revenge was burning like a prairie fire.
He stared at Efron Weisz with wide eyes, as if he could see through his body and see the fear and despair deep in his heart.
But the scene before him made Jose Badem feel a little disappointed, because Efron Weisz was just like a body without a soul, lying on the ground with his back to the police in despair, lifeless.
Such performance was far from satisfying Jose Badem's desire for revenge, and he felt that it was far from enough.
He wanted to make Efron Weisz truly experience the taste of despair, and wanted his face to be distorted by extreme pain.
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So, under Servi's surprised gaze, Jose Badem slowly took a step forward and walked towards Efron Weisz who was pressed to the ground.
Every step seemed so heavy, as if he was carrying the hatred of the whole world.
When he finally walked in front of Efron Weisz, he stopped and looked down at him, his eyes full of indifference and contempt.
"I am truly sorry, Mr. Efron Weisz."
Jose Badem's voice was low and grim.
"But there is no other way. You must pay for what you have done. Regardless of whether you have lost your memory of the past due to amnesia, you have hurt our beloved family, and that is the fact. And now, everything you have suffered is just the retribution you deserve."
Efron Weisz looked at Jose Bardem blankly, as if what he said was a completely unfamiliar language.
Perhaps it was because fear and despair had made his mind confused, as if it had been twisted into an unsolvable tangled mess by a powerful force.
However, this was not important to Jose Badem. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile, and then he slowly took out the bullet that should have been in the pistol from his pocket.
The bullet looked particularly out of place in Jose Bardem's hands, its presence seeming to mock Efron Weisz's fragile hopes.
That's right, Jose Bardem was playing with his service gun while waiting for Efron Weisz to go into surgery.
For him, this was not just a pastime, but also a kind of enjoyment - watching a desperate person lose the last way to escape reality by dying in front of him was really interesting.
Finally, Jose Badem held the bullet gently in the palm of his hand, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.
He slowly brought the bullet close to his lips and kissed it softly and affectionately, as if the bullet was the most important person in his life.
This kiss is like a groom reverently kissing the wedding ring on his wife's hand at a wedding. It is a commitment to love and expectation for the future.
Then Jose Badem raised his head slightly and stared at Efron Weisz again.
His eyes revealed a hint of pity and regret, and then he said softly: "What a pity, Mr. Efron Weisz. If the piece of iron in your brain was still there, you would probably die of sepsis soon. But don't worry, the piece of iron has been taken out."
He paused for a moment and continued, "Besides, since you were mentally unstable when you committed the crime, the court will most likely not sentence you to death. It's a pity, Mr. Efron Weisz."
Although his voice was calm, it contained an unspeakable complex emotion that made people sigh for this dramatic scene.
"Live well, Mr. Efron Weisz. You have only just begun to pay off your debt."
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“Aa ...
When Jose Badem and Servi finally left the ward, Efron Weisz's desperate roar was heard from inside. He slammed his forehead on the ground again and again, as if this would end his life, but how was this possible?
Blood flowed down the wound on his forehead, but this was far from the standard of death. Just like Jose Badem said, the debt he had to pay had just begun......
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"Phew~ This feels good~~"
Jose Badem stood in the corridor and took a deep breath, as if all the pressure in his body was released with this breath.
He slowly stretched out his arms and stretched his body as freely as a cat that had just woken up.
His movements were graceful and natural, and every detail revealed a sense of satisfaction and relaxation.
His eyes were slightly closed, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed still immersed in some wonderful experience he had just had.
Such a scene reminds people of a guest who has just enjoyed a sumptuous meal and leaves the table contentedly.
For Jose Badem, revenge is like the last scraps. Although it seems insignificant, it brings him endless satisfaction.
Yes, the taste of revenge is indeed like the sweetest delicacy in the world, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Jose Badem felt this satisfaction, and the joy in his heart was indescribable.
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Well, the problem with that idiot was finally solved, however, for Jose Badem, there was another important matter waiting for him to deal with.
Servi knew very well that he would have difficulty escaping from Jose Badem's clutches.
He had prepared himself mentally. No matter if he was threatened or beaten, he would never leave Kreacher.
However, what Servi did not expect was that Jose Baden did not verbally abuse him or beat him up as he had imagined, but unexpectedly asked, "Do you really like Kreacher?"
Servi answered without hesitation, "Yes." Is there any need to ask? His feelings for Kreacher are genuine, without any falsehood.
"Really?" Jose Baden seemed not to believe Servi's answer and continued to ask, "Then how do you prove it?"
There was a hint of aggressiveness in his words, as if he was deliberately making things difficult for Servi.
However, even Jose Baden himself knew that Servi's sincerity towards Kreacher did not need to be proved. After all, Servi spent almost all of his salary on Kreacher, and even the coat he was wearing was bought before he met Kreacher.
He now eats the most ordinary bread and potatoes for three meals a day. He rarely drinks milk and is almost chewing on tree bark.
Such a famous magician lives such a miserable life. Isn't this enough to prove his sincerity to Kreacher?
In fact, on the surface it seemed that Jose Badem was completely unable to accept the relationship between Servi and Kreacher, but the reality was not so.
In fact, he, like everyone else in the manor, had long regarded Servi as half a family member. If not, how could they allow Robbie to guest star in Servi's magic show?
Although Kreacher's reaction left Jose Badem and Lydia speechless, objectively speaking, men like Servi are indeed very rare.
Not only did he transfer his salary directly to his partner's account, he also fully supported her career, even at the cost of making his own life extremely difficult, to the point of being so poor that he had to eat tree bark for three meals a day.
Jose Badem thought to himself that he thought Servi would say something like "I gave all the money to Kreacher, how could he not be sincere?" In this way, the matter could be over.
However, what he didn't expect was that Servi actually gave such an answer: "I will prove it with time."
Wow, that's really affectionate. (??)
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the other side,
"Oh, hello, little guy!" Kreacher looked at Itakuya with a smile on his face, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He hadn't seen the child for a long time. Although Itakuya lived with his mother in the manor, the child always liked to be alone and didn't like to interact with others.
"Hello, Uncle Kreacher!" Itakuya responded shyly, holding a bowl filled with fragrant stew in his hand. "This is the stew my mother made especially for you. I hope you like it."
Obviously, Itakuya came here to visit Kreacher. After all, Kreacher's sudden injury caused quite a stir in the manor, and those who had some friendship with him came to visit him one after another.
Today, Kreacher's ward is filled with all kinds of comfort items, including flowers, fruits, and various nutritional supplements.
Even those who were unable to come in person because they had things to do in another world asked the people who stayed in the manor to help send comfort items.
The entire ward was packed with these gifts, with almost no extra space.
By the way, since Kurt came to visit Kreacher's condition, he has stayed in the room and helped take care of him wholeheartedly.
Although Kreacher repeatedly emphasized that he was only hit on the head and was not disabled, everyone insisted on not letting him get out of bed easily.
This is not without reason. After all, Kreacher's concussion symptoms have not completely subsided.
Not long ago, he ignored Lilia's dissuasion and insisted on getting out of bed to move around. As a result, as soon as he put his feet on the ground, his body seemed to lose support and suddenly fell forward.
Due to the concussion, he almost completely lost his sense of balance and was unable to stand steadily.
The fall was not light, Kreacher's body hit the ground heavily, making a dull "bang". Everyone was startled by this sudden scene and quickly gathered around to check on him.
Fortunately, apart from some scrapes and bruises, Kreacher did not suffer any more serious injuries.
However, this accident made everyone more determined not to let Kreacher get out of bed.
After all, no one wanted to see him fall and get hurt again. So Kurt stayed in the room and took good care of Kreacher, making sure he could recover from his illness and get well soon.