"No." Zapata looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "I'm ready to continue working. Perez is dead, no one will pick up the mess here, and I'm the only one here. In this way, maybe it's a good choice for me to stay, right?"

"Hmph. If it was ten years ago, maybe it was. But now..." Baretta looked at Zapata and didn't continue, but sighed and said, "Okay. You have your pursuit. Then that's it." As he said that, he turned to look at the intersection and walked over.

Baretta seemed to be very experienced in finding the bodies of the dead. He soon found Perez who was beaten to death at the intersection. He found the bag that had been handed over by Suleiman to Perez in the grass not far from Perez's body.

Baretta quickly opened the bag and looked at it. Although he knew that it must be money inside, he still opened it and confirmed. However, after really seeing the money, he did not feel the excitement he expected. Instead, he felt a little bitter after looking at Zapata limping over. In an instant, he remembered many people and scenes. These people and scenes made him suddenly feel very sad and even a little guilty.

But Baretta was already determined to leave. After taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked out of the grass with his bag. Zapata, who walked over, looked at the bag and said, "If you want, you can take them away."

Baretta looked at Zapata and said, "If you can't continue working one day, come and look for me. You know how to find me."

"Where are you going?" Zapata asked.

"Europe." Barletta smiled and said, "It should be Britain."

"No," Zapata smiled, "If possible, go and see the witch's cemetery. It is said that the Americans took his body to England, his hometown."

"Okay. I will go." Baretta agreed and looked at Zapata with some reluctance and said, "Take care. Remember what I just said, whether you believe it or not, remember it in your heart."

Two days later, Pitt and others returned to the United States. However, this time he was sent to the hospital after landing. He was arranged to be in the same ward as the old guy Evans, and became a patient with this guy. And the other people have all been discharged from the hospital at this moment.

Compared to the last time I saw Evans before, the old guy was in a much better condition. When he was treated and pushed into the ward with a wheelchair, the guy was leaning against the head of the bed watching the video of the rugby game on TV, while watching while swearing. When he saw Pit being pushed in, the old guy was stunned at first, then suddenly stood up from the bed and said a little disbelief: "Pitte? What's wrong with you?"

"Good morning, Mr. Evans." Pete smiled at Evans and said, "It's nothing. He was shot in his leg. He didn't hurt his bones. He just treated it and felt very painful."

Pete was pushed to a bed while talking. Then with the help of a nurse, he was moved to the bed.

Evans came to the bed and looked at Pete's legs carefully and said, "It seems that your luck is really good."

Pete grinned and held the pain and smiled reluctantly, "It's good. What about you? You've recovered well."

"Yes." Evans spread his hands and said as if showing it: "It's good. It's great. I just didn't discharge me from the hospital, and said I'll have to stay for a while."

"Your bag." At this moment, the caregiver who pushed Pitt in took a bag that should be Pitt's personal belongings from the backrest of the wheelchair and said, "Where do you put it? Are your lockers?"

Pete glanced at the man and immediately said, "No, no, no. No, just put it on the bed. Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome." The nurse put down Pitt's bag and pointed to the wheelchair and said, "If you want to go out for a walk these days, you have to use this. But the doctor should recommend you have a good rest soon."

"Yes. You said it's good." Pete smiled and said, "It's true. But it's okay, I just want to rest. I won't walk around."

"Okay." The nurse nodded and said, "If you have no other requests, I'll leave first."

"Thank you. Thank you again for everything you did." Peter said politely while watching the nurse leave.

After seeing the man leave, Evans spoke in confusion: "What are you doing so politely? This is what they should do. Halemet is specifically paying these people."

"Mr. Evans." Pete waved his hands and said, "I have a gift for you."

"Hmm?" Evans looked at Pete with a puzzled look on his face and said, "Give me a gift? Did I hear it right? A gift to me?"

"Yes." Pi Te nodded and said, "It's a gift to congratulate you on your recovery." He pointed to his bag and said, "It's in the bag. You can see it when you open it."

"Can I open it and see?" Evans said.

"Of course." Pete pointed to his legs and said, "I hurt so much."

"Yes." Evans seemed very surprised and even a little at a loss. He subconsciously wiped his hands on his body and said, "I can't remember when the last time I received the gift. I really don't remember it."

Perhaps it was exactly what he said, Evans seemed very expectant. He walked to Pete's bag, opened the zipper and looked in carefully, then his eyes lit up, and he grinned and reached out to take a gun and a revolver from the bag.

"This is my trophy this time. It was carried by an important person. Before I got it, the man shot me with this gun." Pete said as he pointed at the gun and said, "I see that the gun grip is very special and well maintained, so I stayed."

"Yes." Evans looked carefully and said, "This should be a python of Colt, a 9mm caliber. It is a very good gun. And this should be a special one. Look at the decoration on it, like a kind of myth. The grip should be ivory, and the gems decorated on it? It is no longer a gun to be decorated like this, but a symbol of status." After saying that, he looked at Pete and said, "You really want to give it to me?"

"Of course." Pete said: "I'm not as interested in guns as you do. I think you'll like it."
Chapter completed!