Q's Habit

Karl stood there, staring downtown.

The sky in New York was gray and heavy. The foggy sky seemed covered in a layer of gray gauze. But at this moment, such weather was nostalgic in Karl's eyes.

Because his daughter was there.

As he was staring, his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the call and a voice came from the other end. "Aren't you going to leave?"

Karl was silent for a moment before saying, "If I leave like this, I'll never be able to come back!"

Escaping from prison added to his crime.

He could even be killed during the capture!

The other party sneered. "You shouldn't have come back in the first place. You just have to complete the mission and bring those people back. Why are you interfering? Have you forgotten about your murder case?"

A hint of coldness appeared in Karl's dark eyes. "But now, the truth of my murder has been revealed. I'm not the murderer!"