Night shrouded the entire Central Park neighborhood, and Rasti walked cautiously down the street. Because of the weather, the streets were full of people wearing hats wrapped in scarves and their collars held high, so the similarly dressed Rasti was inconspicuous in the crowd.

By this time, Rasti had already stepped out of his apartment, carrying a small bag containing a third of the cash he had kept.

The penthouse where Rasti was going, not far from the front, was close to the entrance to Central Park, and police officers could be seen patrolling back and forth everywhere.

However, before going to the penthouse, Rasti had to go shopping for something, and as soon as he turned around, he entered a large supermarket. When he came out of it again, he was already carrying a large bag in his hand, no different from an ordinary person.

As he passed by the entrance to Central Park, Rasti subconsciously glanced inside the apartment, but quickly shook his head and continued walking.

At this time, Rasti didn't know that not far from across the street, a middle-aged man looked at his back, his face full of doubt.

JP Dolan and Rasti Parton grew up together, and since Rusti was imprisoned, JP has always supported him behind him, otherwise with the Red Paton who has a discord with Rasti, how could Rasti open several bars in a short period of time.

This afternoon, JP was wandering around Central Park, holding a picture of Rasti and asking the doorkeepers of each apartment if he had seen any of him. JP is not a police officer, and many of the methods that the police can't use are obstacles for him.

After a busy afternoon, JP didn't find any clues about Rasti, but he wasn't worried, this piece was huge, and it would take at least four or five days to find it completely.

However, just as JP came out to buy some hot dogs on the street, he inadvertently looked up and saw a somewhat familiar figure across the street, with piercing eyes that made JP almost certain that it was Rasti.

When Rasti's figure gradually disappeared around the corner, JP threw the burger in his hand into the trash can and quietly followed.

Rasti cautiously navigated the streets, keeping an eye on the front and back to the left and right from time to time to avoid being targeted. It didn't take long for him to come to the downstairs of the mansion that he had been staring at for a long time.

No one knew how Rasti had gotten in, and even half an hour later, he had entered the penthouse without anyone noticing.

Of course, in the apartment, Rasti did not dare to turn on the lights in the window-facing living room and master bedroom, but it was still no problem to find a windowless room, and the living room was also turned on with a few table lamps and the windows were blocked by thick curtains.

At this time, Rasti was lying on the sofa and couldn't help but fall asleep. Only now did he completely let down his guard, at this time, absolutely no one would know that he was here, and no one would come to the door, so he could sleep peacefully.

Half an hour, Rasti suddenly woke up from the nightmare, in his mind, the old Paton's bloody face pounced on him fiercely, one left and one right Red and the monk held him down, seeing that the old Paton was about to pinch his neck, Rasti woke up from the nightmare.

Sweaty sat on the sofa with a pale face and gasped, he pulled the blanket from the sofa, wiped his face, and then sat up and walked to the kitchen, where he took the ingredients he had bought and made up his dinner.

Dinner was simple, a six-ripe steak and a bottle of wine from the owner's stock, and Rasti ate it without hazing, but soon the steak and wine were gone.

Perhaps because of a little drinking, Rasti extinguished the lamp in the living room, returned to the guest room alone, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep deeply.

However, half an hour after Rasti fell asleep, a dark figure silently opened the door, tiptoeing to a pistol with a silencer in his hand.

The black figure seemed to be very accustomed to the dark environment, and he actually came to the sofa accurately, first fired a few shots at the sofa, and then touched it.

Nobody!!" the black figure frowned, and then began to grope around the apartment. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the room where Rasti was, and habitually fired a few shots at the bed first, and then the black figure touched the bed.

Unlike the neat bedding in other rooms, the bedding in this room was a little messy, and even a little hot to the touch, and the right hand of the black figure didn't know when a short knife had appeared, and without the slightest hesitation, it stabbed towards the bed.

The black figure subconsciously sensed that something was wrong, but before he could react, a cold muzzle had already pressed against his waist, and a cold voice sounded in his ears: "Don't move, I'll kill you if you move!"

The black figure did not doubt the decisiveness of the man behind him, and stood there with a short knife in his hand, but did not dare to move. Soon he felt the pistol he had put back on his waist being taken away, and the muzzle of the other man's gun was slowly moving away, and the next moment the lights were bright in the room.

Rasti stood in the doorway and looked at the figure standing on the edge of the bed holding the knife edge, his eyes suddenly wrinkled, and he said in disbelief, "JP, why are you?"

"It's not me, who else do you want you to be?" JP Dolan slowly turned around, he threw the short knife in his hand to the other side of the bed, looking at Rasti, JP said calmly: "Long time no see, Rasti!"

"Long time no see, JP, are you going to kill me too?" Rasti felt cold all over, looking at the former friend in front of him, Rasti's hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble, and his hand kept tapping the trigger, as if it would pull at any moment.

"You shouldn't have killed Mr. Parton. J.P. Dolan had no intention of greeting Rastido, but said to Rasti with a look of hatred: "You know how much I respect Mr. Paton, you shouldn't have done anything to him, Rasti, damn it, you shouldn't have killed him." ”

"If I don't kill him, he'll kill me. Rasti roared angrily and exhaled deeply, Rasti said coldly: "He has already killed Uncle Lei, the next one must be me, if he doesn't kill me, he will never give up." ”

"You're wrong, Rasti. JP suddenly calmed down, looked at Rasti and shook his head slightly, and said, "Maybe he had that idea, but after the meeting that night, Mr. Parton was already on his way to the airport for Los Angeles." Rasti, he's gone, who's going to kill you!"

"What?" Rasti couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he really didn't know anything about this news, he always thought that the old man would not leave Gotham City without killing him, especially after he learned that Red had been killed the next day, he was even more determined to have no repentance.

Just when Rasti was a little distracted, JP suddenly rolled towards the bed, rolled to the other end of the bed at a very fast speed, picked up the short knife on the bed and threw it at Rasti, Rasti just subconsciously looked at the two shots, and was forced to dodge to the side.

(End of chapter)