9

We arrived at the grill bar in ten minutes.

— I'm going there, and you're two waiting in the car.— said Cornelius, checking the number of bullets in the pistol magazine.

— Nothing like that.— I got up from the passenger seat.—Whatever you decide, I'm coming for you...—

— And my opinion is not taken into account at all?—Kirby said indignantly.

Trying to get up after us, he yelled and cursed.

I smiled as I closed the car door.

Bullets won't get here, so a couple of minutes ago I fastened him to one of the decorative structures with handcuffs ...

***

Cornelius quietly entered, trying to check the steps before stepping - the floors and stairs here were made of wood, and it can creak with age.

— Cornelius, over there!—I told him in a whisper.

There was a wounded woman lying behind the bar.

Kaminsky checked her pulse.

— Alive.— he said shortly.

One of the soldiers Yanika mentioned on the phone jumped out from behind a stuffed bear.

Cornelius missed a punch in the stomach, then threw off his attacker with a powerful push of his very long and strong legs.

I threw him a very long chain that was lying in the corner, and I hit the soldier on the back with a chair.

Cornelius lifted the man by the collar.

— At least count the strength - he's dead.— said my beloved with a slight offense.— And I wanted to interrogate him...—

— Sorry. Maybe we'll find another one...—I smiled.

Cornelius shook his head.

— Soldiers are not mushrooms...— he said, smiling.

— Over there.— I heard behind my back and almost jumped in surprise.

— Kirby?—Cornelius and I burst out in chorus.

— I wasn't just stuck here... Therefore, I'm easily can get out of the handcuffs...—Kirby laughed.— I have a lot of experience in this.—

— I take your word for it.—Cornelius waved him off.— Stay here, or better hide.—

— Me? Should I hide?—Kirby whispered indignantly after us.

I kicked down the door and we went out into the corridor.

— There's no one here...—Cornelius stated.

— Yes, it can be seen...—I said.— I need to call Yanika again. Maybe more soldiers will appear...—

— Hah, from where?—

I can see Cornelius' smile flashing in the dark. Oh, even at such a moment, his smile just robs me of my mind...

I go ahead a little.

— Cornelius, I think you told me about mushrooms...— I say, seeing another surprise around the corner.— So much for the mushroom rain...—

It surprises me how at least one bullet didn't hit one of us - a whole company of soldiers were waiting for us near the refrigerator!

Cornelius simultaneously acted with both hands - he shot one in the throat, stuck a huge piece of wooden rack into the throat of another, the wood crunched, entering the flesh of a man. Blood flew into the air in splashes.

I miss the punch in the face when I see that Cornelius was shot in the stomach.

Blood poured down the perfect lips.

— Adrianna, hide!— my beautiful professor shouts to me.

A black flash flashed and, before I could hide behind the door, I saw that the soldiers were scattered with black smoke...

Cornelius fell to the floor, holding one of the soldiers by the throat.

— Did Mariusz send you?—Kaminsky asks, breathing heavily.— Even though I spent a lot of effort, I have enough opportunity to break your neck! —

The muscles of the soldier's neck crunched - it seems that Cornelius' fingers were even stronger than I thought ...

— He will come soon, I swear to you, he will come soon! He told us to find everyone who was in that club at the time!— the man's voice was almost inaudible due to suffocation.— Re-le-ase-me...—

Cornelius opened his fingers at the very last moment.

The man fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

— If you can still think adequately, then you will leave here until I finish my countdown! And... I do not advise you to show yourself in my field of vision anymore...—Cornelius said, pointing a pistol at the recumbent man.— Well, am I starting the countdown?—

The soldier ran away from here practically on his knees.

Cornelius smiled. Only now the smile was kind of crazy.

As he approached, he knocked loudly on the refrigerator door with his fist.

— Pani Yanika, if you are there now, I advise you to answer as soon as possible!— he said loudly.

It seems that some boxes fell down there...

Yanika opened the door a crack and looked out with one eye.

— Oh, my God... You don't even know what kind of hell it was... And my mom? What's wrong with her? Is she alive?— when the refrigerator door opened, Yanika stared at us in shock. Her white hair was almost red with blood.

—Your mother will be fine if you and Kirby take her to the hospital. You can choose any excuse, bandits, drug addicts, drunk teenagers, I don't care, but don't even say a word about those soldiers, otherwise they will appear and then it will be clear to you that hell is just beginning for all of you...—Cornelius' eyes flashed.— And one more thing: where do you have an alarm system here?—

***

Kirby took Yanika and her mother to the hospital in Yanika's car, and we thoroughly wiped out all traces and stored the corpses in our car standing at the service entrance.

— I still didn't understand: what are we going to do? You haven't said a single word to me in these ten minutes. It kind of bothers me...—I said.

— I don't want to be distracted... And with you, I get distracted for a long time... We'll clean out everything here and turn on the alarm. We'll have to lie low and see who's coming, and then open fire if it's Mariusz's people... And if not... Why do we need a warehouse of evidence here, right? —Cornelius threw the last body into the car.— I have a place to get rid of them.—

— Great...— I closed the trunk.— Where can we hide?—

— Hmm, I haven't decided yet... The street is too open. No parks, no squares... Disorder... There is absolutely nowhere to hide...—Kaminsky sighed in disappointment.

— Yes... They didn't think of us...—I smiled.

We closed the grill bar and drove a few streets away from it.

There we left the car in one of the courtyards. We returned by taxi to the place where we were earlier.

— Those bushes over there are perfect for hide us...— said Cornelius.— Go hide, and I'll turn on the alarm...—

I jumped in surprise when the alarm rang all over the street.

The gun fell out of my pocket, I immediately picked it up, cursing.

— We are waiting...—Cornelius whispered, sitting down on the rava next to me.— Let's see who will come to our call...—

I moved closer, inhaled this wonderful smell, still reached out and stroked my disheveled hair.

— Don't...— my beautiful angel smiled.— Not now...—

— I know...—I said.— How can I endure being around and not touching you?

Cornelius smiled.

— Okay. Let's concentrate and wait...—

I sighed.

— I'm sorry... I can't think seriously when you're around... To be more precise, I can't think at all...—I shifted my gaze to the road.— Look!

I was approaching the grill bar... the guy who was watching us this morning!

When he saw that the bushes were moving, he turned around.

— Impossible...—Cornelius whispered in shock.

He suddenly jumped out of the bushes and ran across the road.

— Cornelius!— I shouted after him in shock.

Sighing, I followed him across the road, waiting for the cars to pass.

Cornelius overtook the spy at the end of the street.

Pinning him against the wall, he tore off his hood and bandana from his face.

— Darek...—He whispered in shock.— Dariusz...—

— You... You're dead, Cornelius!— the kid lowered his hands.— And that means... I was sent to kill you and a certain Adrianna.—

I approached them a little later.

— Adrianna is me.—I said.— And, apparently, you were sent to kill us... How long have you been in the "three sixes"?—

— Ten years or a little more. I can't say for sure. I've been in a place like a prison for two years...—Dariusz said.

— Let's get out of here...—Cornelius sighed.— I don't even know how to fit this in my head ... —