37: THE GAME TURNED

"If I were you, would immediately drop your weapons!"

“PRACK! PRACK! PRACK!" The guns all fell to the floor, and in the middle, was Andrew. His phone kept ringing.

"You can answer the call, Sir Andrew!"

Andrew didn't know that man with the glasses. Which looked very snooty. Tall the same size as him, with a signal on his cheek. His green eyes looked into Andrew's eyes. He looked like some kind of mercenary or military man.

Andrew took the phone that was in his pocket and after lifting it to his ear.

“Catcha!”

"Hello, am I talking to Sir Andrew?"

Andrew didn't know that female voice anywhere. She looked like a young woman, in her early 20s, and quite possibly gargled honey before speaking to him.

Any man must love to hear that voice, and if he were to continue talking to her on the phone for hours, Andrew was satisfied. It was just enough that she wasn't rude or that she treated him like he was an idiot, like the other people who had already talked to him.

"Yes, this is Andrew. It's me
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