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At this thought, Brenda took her elite troops and chased after him.
The leader was stunned. âArenât you taking us with you?â
The leader really didnât want to be tortured anymore. If anyone came close, he could be tortured again. The same was true for the second person and Brenda. When he saw him earlier, he had beaten him without a word before letting him talk. Why didnât he ask him if he was going to confess first?
Right now, being caught and imprisoned was better than being here!
âOh, youâre not under our jurisdiction. Someone will come and arrest you later.â
The leader: ââ¦â
The group of people were bound and gagged as Brenda left with her team. They squatted in the small room and waited for a full hour before the local police arrived.
When the police officer saw them, he punched and kicked them again. âBehave!â
The leader: â⦠We are very obedient, okay!â
On the other side, Nora was not driving fast. Queenie wasnât hurrying her either. The two of them drove quietly along the highway and looked at the scenery on both sides.
Queenieâs alcoholism made an appearance again. She pulled out a glass of wine and was about to sneak a little when Nora reached out and snatched it away from her. âStop drinking.â
Queenie eyed the wine bottle greedily and licked her lips. âSo what if I drink a little? You didnât scold me so much before, why now? After you find out Iâm a traitor, you start torturing me?â
Nora said helplessly, âYou didnât have cancer in the past either.â Queenie was taken aback.
She smiled again. âDonât tell me you plan to treat me? I donât know of any medicine that can treat cancer. Donât waste your energyâ¦â
âIf I donât try, how will I know?â Nora replied. She placed the bottle beside her and out of Queenieâs reach. She grabbed the steering wheel again and looked ahead.
Suddenly she asked, âAunt Queenie, what do you want to eat?â.
Queenie: ââ¦Arenât you changing the subject too fast? I want to eat pasta.â
âOkay, letâs eat.â
Nora stopped the car at the next highway rest area. The two entered a restaurant.
After entering, Nora first looked at the menu on the wall.
It was Switzerland, and it was really rare to see such a restaurant at the rest area. However, the dishes abroad had also improved. Most of them were pastries and such, and there were even some exotic condiments available.
Looking at those dishes, Nora lost her appetite.
She didnât like desserts.
As she was thinking, she saw Queenie suddenly pull out a thick stack of money and toss it to the boss. âLend me your kitchen.â
The boss: â?â
The boss looked at the pile of money and his eyes lit up. âAll right, all right. You can come in.â
Nora followed Queenie and went into the kitchen.
Queenie rolled up her sleeves and fetched some flour. A while later, they had two bowls of handmade pasta. Noraâs eyes lit up when she saw the steaming hot pasta.
Since arriving in Switzerland some time ago, she had rarely eaten pasta. She picked up a spoon and prepared to eatâ¦.
However, his hand was knocked away by Queenie. âWhatâs your hurry? You need a fork.â
Nora: â⦠There are no forks here!â As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Queenie rummaging through her small bag again. She found two forks and handed her one.
Nora took the fork and was about to eat when she was stopped.
Nora: â⦠What is it now?â
âYou need to add some pepper flakes and parsley to the pasta.â
Nora looked around. âWhere are they?â
Queenie put her head back down and rummaged in her small purse. She pulled out a small jar of pepper flakes and found chopped parsley nearby.
Nora: ââ¦â
Queenie slowly waved her hand and added some to both bowls. The smell of the fresh garnish made her taste buds blossom.
Nora didnât touch her fork but looked at Queenie. âCan I eat now?â
Queenie: âYes.â
Nora: ââ¦â
Queenie took a bite first. It tasted really good. She looked up and saw Nora put down her fork.
Queenie hesitantly asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
However, Nora calmly said, âLater, I have to take care of someone first.â
With that, she walked to the corner of the restaurant. There, a man was sitting with his back to them. The man was wearing normal clothes and a cap.
Nora walked straight up to him and said, âYou followed us all the way, would you like a plate of handmade pasta as well?â
No sooner had she said this than she pressed his shoulder.
Was this person sent by the mysterious organization?
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