The African-American nurse responded with a question, "Why weren't you blown up?"
If you were blown up, I wouldn't have to come here." The African-American nurse stared at the reagent in the infusion bottle, "But now the result is the same."
Davo Gali pleaded, "Don't kill me, I'm begging you."
The African-American nurse flicked the infusion bottle with her fingers, as if hoping the liquid would flow faster, "Give me a reason."
"I've done so much for you all, providing the museum's floor plan, the transport route of the oil paintings. Without me, you couldn't have ambushed the road in advance, let alone smoothly steal the oil paintings.
We're partners.
I won't say anything, not even for myself." Davo Gali showed a pleading expression, starting to play the sympathy card.
The African-American nurse asked, "So, you're the mole."
Davo Gali's eyes widened in sudden realization, "Who exactly are you?"
"You guess."
"You are... from the Robbery and Murder Department?"
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