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Chapter 464 He Was Mining in Africa
Valencia City Center, Police Station.

"go in!"

"Poor guy, you should stay here for a few days first! Think about what you have done, and then... write it down yourself! Don't take chances, it's best if you admit it, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Anyway, in this life, you don't want to go out from here again."

Like throwing a torn sack, the two policemen casually threw Correa, who had softened into mud, into the iron room, and left a few indifferent and mocking words. With the sound of the door closing, the two figures gradually Disappear.

On the way to the police station, Correa had already been "repaired" by the policeman in the car. At this moment, he was so injured that he ignored the pain in his body. He struggled to get up from the ground, firmly grasped the iron rod, and The door hissed at the vanished policeman.

"I... I was wronged!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"At most, I am an accomplice! The real mastermind is Albertoni! He is the real murderer!"

Correa yelled at the top of his lungs, but got no response, and finally collapsed powerlessly on the ground, his eyes darkened.

He was really scared.

He is not an idiot, from Director Netoro's few words and other policemen's bad attitude towards him, he clearly felt a kind of deep hostility.Except for Netoro, he can guarantee that he doesn't know any of the other policemen, let alone offend others.But it is just such a few people who have never met before, they will be hostile to him, and the things contained in this are worth pondering.

The most important thing is that in this continent of Europe, human rights are very important. Even a vicious murderer will rarely be sentenced to death after being arrested, and he will not even be treated violently.

But as for himself, from the beginning of the arrest to the way to the police station, he has been beaten no less than three times, and if the police leave it before he leaves, it can be said that he has nothing to fear. He is deeply aware that this time , I'm afraid it's really going to be over.

It is self-evident what a small policeman who hides behind the scenes can even affect the police station of a city.

Correa's body trembled slightly, and an unknown fear permeated his whole body. He curled his body into a ball, lowered his head, and his eyes were blank.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"Why, you stopped shouting? My dear friend?"

Correa's body trembled, he raised his head in disbelief, turned his head, and looked at the corner of the iron room.

"You...you...it's you! Albertoni?"

"it's me."

Accompanied by the sound of various complex emotions, Albertoni stretched his neck, revealing his face.

At this time, he still has the demeanor of a successful capitalist, his face is covered with scars, and his clothes are also in tatters. It is obvious that he has been hit after being hit, and the whole person looks fatter—— —It’s not a success in gaining weight, but more like... edema.

"You... Albertoni, why are you here? How did you become like this?"

Correa pointed at him, surprised and surprised, but his tone was unavoidably flustered.He just held onto the iron railing to "revenge" and put almost all the blame on Albertoni, but the owner of this name is right in front of his eyes. Doesn't that mean that the other party heard everything?In this case, how could he not "feel guilty"?
It's okay to do bad things, but it's embarrassing to be caught doing bad things.

Albertoni didn't seem to care, but there was a slight sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. He stared at Correa so closely that he almost stared at the other person until he was hairy. Then he said leisurely: "Why am I here? Why did I change?" Is it like this? I have to say, my dear friend, you really asked a good question. I have to thank you, it is because of you that I became what I am now and lost everything."

"Me? Because of me?"

Correa exclaimed, as if talking to himself, but also as if asking rhetorically.

"Of course it's because of you, otherwise, what do you think?" Albertoni laughed again, this time with a self-deprecating smile, "My dearest friend, when you asked me for help, you didn't tell me You have paid for murder before me."

"Buying murder to kill? You, you... how do you know?"

Correa's body trembled again, the secret in his heart was being revealed bluntly, how could he not be afraid.

"You are really a poor man. And I am also a poor man, a poor man who is implicated by what I think is my best friend!" Albertoni said softly, "If you do bad things, you will do bad things, but you are Is it a pig? Do it without even checking the background of the other party, you know, you are the most stupid person I have ever seen, no, it is a pig!"

"Background? What background? How is it possible? Isn't he just an insignificant football rookie?...No, it's impossible..."

Correa still wanted to defend himself, but suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"It seems that you have already thought of it. That's right, Van is a member of the Puerta family. He is a member of the Big Mac family!" Albertoni, who had always been calm, broke out without warning, and he rushed towards Correa, who was in shock, punched him in the face, "You idiot! You want the lives of members of the Puerta family! You damn stupid pig, you made me lose All, my company, my dignity, and even... the rest of my life! Bastard!"

Correa didn't resist, and let the raindrops of his fists hit his face heavily, a smile suddenly appeared on his blood-soaked face, terrified: "Yeah, I'm an idiot, but so what? Losing everything It's you, not me! Albertoni, lol, they can't do anything about me! Chris disappeared long ago, no one knows where he went, they have no evidence, they can't sue me, I will soon Was acquitted...hahaha!"

The laughter is full of madness and fearlessness.

But what responded to him was more dense and fierce fists, and Albertoni's mocking words.

"Evidence? The Puerta family wants to go to prison alone, do you still need evidence? My friend, you are so naive!"

"I'll tell you another piece of news. When I came in here, I was as crazy as you to cry for injustice, but after watching the video that Netoro bastard gave me, I was desperate. Do you know what I saw? Yes Yes, yes, I saw Chris in the video, the idiot who took your money and did nothing. He confessed everything, and you, and I, have no chance to turn over."

"By the way, I'm afraid you don't think about what he is doing in the video? Hehe, he is digging with scars all over his body. Netoro told me that he is now in Africa. In this life, he will never come back It's Europe..."

Correa's eyes darkened and he completely collapsed. He knew that he was completely finished.

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Fan Bizhuang in Aalborg, Denmark is not clear about what is happening in the Iberian Peninsula at this moment.He just wants the "real murderer" to receive the most severe punishment. As for how severe the punishment will be, that is not his concern. He believes that both the Fan family and the Puerta family will handle it well. this matter.

Of course, it is not difficult to imagine what a miserable end Correa will end up being targeted by two behemoth-like super families.

As for Chris and Albertoni, as the perpetrator, the former could not be punished too much, while the latter was considered to have suffered an unwarranted disaster.

But it's not pitiful, everything has a cause and effect, and if you make a mistake, you will inevitably pay the price for it.

At this time, Fan Bizhuang and his teammates are undergoing field adaptation training at the Aalborg Stadium, the home stadium of the Aalborg team.He actively runs on the court, catches and passes the ball, and he completes it very smoothly, which is no different from before.

Mr. Ruben stood on the sidelines, watching the team's confident training with satisfaction, and nodded when he looked at Fan Bizhuang.

A player like Fan Bizhuang really has nothing to criticize. He trains hard, plays actively, and has an extremely strong heart. Whether it is praise or criticism, he can take it lightly, at least on the field , he will not be disturbed too much by outside voices.

Just like the "all people are enemies" of the entire Iberian Peninsula before, or the one-sided apology and support on the newspapers and networks today, Fan Bizhuang seemed not to take it to heart at all. With this calm temperament, in It is extremely rare among professional players.

Hardworking, active, good at learning, strong-willed, brave and fearless... It can be said that Fan Bizhuang has all the qualities of a successful player.

Thinking of the youthful boy who had never had a bright future in La Masia, and looking at this young man who already possessed the temperament of a team of leaders, Mr. Ruben was grateful for his decision at the time, but he also felt sorry for the passing time. Some exclamation.

"Fan."

Taking advantage of the rest of the team, Mr. Ruben stopped Fan Bizhuang, and the boy ran to him.

"How do you feel?" Mr. Reuben asked. "Are you confident about tomorrow's game?"

Head coach Manuel Pellegrini's foot injury has not yet fully recovered. During home games, he can still stand on the sidelines with the injury, but the long-distance away game is a huge challenge.So the Chilean coach still stayed in Spain.

However, although the coach did not come, the team's tactical play was brought to Denmark by Mr. Ruben. Mr. Ruben told the whole team that Fan Bizhuang will still start as a striker in this game. The question at this moment is I want to know about Fan Bizhuang's current state.

"of course."

Fan Bizhuang nodded and said confidently, "It's not the first time for me to play the role of a starting striker. Believe me, Mr. Ruben, my condition is so good that even I am afraid. I think I will be in tomorrow's game Goals and more than one."

Mr. Ruben raised his eyebrows, obviously remembering that Fan Bizhuang said that he would score goals, and then staged the big four match. Most people say that, Mr. Ruben would suspect that he is too confident , but if these words came from Fan Bizhuang's mouth...

Mr. Ruben nodded: "Well, I'm looking forward to your wonderful performance... Well, to be precise, I'm looking forward to your fourth birthday!"

Fan Bizhuang understood what the assistant coach was joking about, nodded again, and ran away.

(End of this chapter)