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Dex Restaurant.
For a big villain like Dexter, it was hard to miss anything related to crime.
Case in point.
After reading the three lawsuits, Dexter immediately realized that all three plaintiffs had hired the same lawyer. And this lawyer was the same person as Jack Howell's lawyer.
In other words, the lawyer for all four scumbags was this guy named Martin Hernandez.
Coincidence?
There are no coincidences in crime.
Dexter smiled, lit a cigarette, took out his phone, and searched online.
Found him.
Comrade Martin Hernandez even had a personal website. On the website, the respectable-looking Martin was smiling brilliantly.
Almost missed you, little Martin, Dexter thought to himself, putting away his phone and chuckling.
Vivian, not far away, saw this and felt Dexter's smile was so evil.
---
The Gallagher House.
The answer was revealed.
Comrade Frank finally played his due role and, like a husky, started tearing down the house.
Just like in the original plot, Frank decided to tear down a wall in the living room. Holding a sledgehammer, he swung it down hard.
Boom! The sound of the sledgehammer hitting the wall was extremely loud. The noise instantly woke Fiona and Jimmy, who were sleeping on the second floor.
The two sat up abruptly, dazed, not understanding what had happened.
Just then, boom, another smashing sound rang out, and the whole house seemed to shake.
"Downstairs!" Fiona judged immediately. She hurriedly got out of bed, casually threw on a top, and rushed out wearing only her panties, nipples poking through the fabric.
Jimmy hadn't recovered yet. He wiped his face before moving to follow her out.
Arriving on the first floor.
"What the fxxk are you doing?" Seeing Frank swinging a sledgehammer like a construction worker, Fiona genuinely couldn't understand and screamed.
However, Carl wasn't around; he had gone to work.
Frank smiled brilliantly, looking quite proud. "This house is too dilapidated. It needs some renovation."
Saying this, Frank raised the sledgehammer, preparing to smash again.
"Stop!" Fiona was anxious and roared, rushing to stop him. "This is my house! You are not allowed to fxxking destroy it!"
Frank heard this and instantly felt displeased. He retorted decisively, "How is it yours! When I lived here, you were just a little tadpole!"
"Regardless, this is my house!"
"Fxxk you!" Fiona's face became ferocious as she cursed.
The father and daughter cursed at each other like this, demonstrating the greatness of family affection.
Of course, Jimmy had long learned to be smart and had absolutely no intention of getting involved. So, he took out his cigarettes, lit one, and happily watched the show.
Jimmy, watching from not far away, couldn't help but want to laugh.
Finished.
Frank threw the sledgehammer down in a huff, turned, and left.
Fiona was furious. She watched Frank leave with a tense face until he disappeared. Only then did she turn her head to look at the wall with a huge hole smashed by Frank. The ferocity on her face slowly disappeared, replaced by sadness and helplessness.
Seeing this, Jimmy knew it was his turn. He immediately walked over, wrapped his arm around Fiona's waist, and said softly, "I'll find someone to patch this hole. Let's go back to sleep first."
In this situation, the power of Jimmy's words was truly immense.
Fiona was instantly touched and turned to kiss Jimmy.
Before long.
As a matter of course, the two started a fxxk battle right there on the floor!
Yup, no problem there.
Comrade Fiona could fxxk anywhere.
---
The sun was shining brightly.
Karen sat in her car, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She squinted at the sky against the light, then looked at Frank, who had just left the house and was walking while cursing. She took out her phone and made a call. "Target located. North Wallace Street. Come immediately."
Yes, Karen got up very early today. She had already found the people and paid half the money.
"On our way!" The person on the other end responded crisply.
Karen didn't say more, hung up, started the car, and slowly followed Frank, not letting him leave her sight.
Frank was unhappily cursing heaven and earth and didn't notice at all.
One minute, three minutes, five minutes.
A black van without license plates sped up to Frank.
The next second, two burly black men rushed out. With practiced movements, they put a sack over Frank's head, then forcibly dragged Frank, who was already screaming in terror, into the vehicle.
Everything happened very fast.
Less than a minute.
The black van continued on its way.
Karen, who witnessed this scene clearly, was very happy. She smiled brilliantly, stepped on the gas, and nimbly followed.
Arriving at an abandoned building.
Karen got out of the car and took out the baseball bat she bought in the morning from the trunk. With a face full of smiles, she walked toward Frank, who was still wearing the hood, kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. Then, she took out the remaining money from her pocket and handed it to one of the black guys responsible for the kidnapping.
The guy took the money, counted it, confirmed the amount was correct, and stepped back with a smile, spreading his hands to signal Karen to do whatever she wanted.
Karen didn't dawdle. She swung the baseball bat and struck Frank's back!
A muffled sound rang out. Frank was knocked to the ground, screaming, "Jesus! Who are you people? What did I do..."
This was the first time in her life Karen had done something like this.
This feeling...
Was much, much better than Karen expected!
Too awesome!
In this moment, Karen's body trembled slightly with excitement.
Karen liked this feeling. She swung the baseball bat and hit him again.
"Ah!! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me..." Frank was very afraid of pain and death, screaming hoarsely.
Karen ignored him, didn't say a word, and continued hitting.
One hit, two hits, three hits...
Suddenly, the black guy who took the money spoke up. "That's about enough. Hit him again and he'll croak."
Hearing this, although Karen wanted to continue playing, she thought that if Frank really died, the trouble wouldn't be small. So she regretfully stopped, exhaled a long breath, and walked toward her car.
Putting the baseball bat back in the trunk, Karen felt much more refreshed physically and mentally. She smiled and stretched languidly.
Just then.
Karen suddenly saw Little Black (the crow) on a tree nearby.
Her gaze landed on Little Black...
Looking at it, Karen couldn't say why, but she felt this crow was the one Dexter kept. Immediately, a chill rose in her chest, surging wildly.
Why is this crow here?
When did it arrive?
Karen immediately asked herself silently. Thinking of Dexter, she inexplicably felt a chill all over her body.
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Dex Restaurant, inside the kitchen.
Dexter received the feedback from Little Black. Honestly, he was quite surprised.
He knew Karen was ruthless, but only in the sense that she could casually fxxk any man. He didn't expect Karen to have such a violent side.
"This is getting interesting," Dexter smiled and muttered to himself.