[Part①·Clark Shawn]
Bustling voices could be heard from the Public Safety and Defense Center at Yangjiangdukou. At first it was a verbal quarrel, and then there was fierce shouting and swearing.
In the end, the door to the office was suddenly knocked open by a strong and embarrassed man. Clark Shawn sat down on the ground, and his gun was smashed into a pile of parts.
This blond and blue-eyed Angsa man spoke an authentic dialect from the Sichuan and Shu regions of China and cursed loudly.
"I'm from the anti-narcotics operation team of the Guangling Fighting Group! Which one of you is in charge? How dare you do it?!"
A security manager with a good face and a hot figure walked out of the office. Judging from the slightly distorted facial features, he looked somewhat similar to the eldest sister——
——The real name of this female security chief is Lisa Clausa, and she is one of the mistresses recommended to George Joshua by Director Todd. According to the immortal's special XP, she underwent plastic surgery to look like a big sister.
Don't be surprised, poor imitations like this are everywhere in the underground world. Going to the city center of various trade transfer stations, especially the commercial pedestrian streets, you can often pick out three or four gunsmiths from the crowd.
Clark Shawn is an upright and honest, even a bit clumsy, little police chief. The expanded anti-drug operations team in Guangling was divided into six groups. Since there was really not enough manpower, the veteran was recruited and reorganized to take charge of Yangjiang Ferry. Water policing near the pier.
He was abandoned by his parents when he was a child. A Chinese couple adopted him and sent him to school. With excellent results, he was admitted to the police academy. He graduated successfully at the age of nineteen. He was discharged from the army at the age of twenty-three and changed his career. At the age of twenty-five, he returned to the police academy. Returning to the front line, the gunsmith's knightly fighting skills accompanied him throughout his youth.
When Mr. Clark caught the small boat transporting cherry millet shells, he was overjoyed and thought he was going to solve a major drug manufacturing case. However, the Metropolitan Police Department sent news that the prison environment was complex and it was necessary to protect the persons involved in serious cases. For reasons of life safety, the criminals were escorted to a private security company at Yangjiang Ferry for custody.
This is what happened -
——Clark sent the person, but there was no follow-up.
As you might imagine, Lisa Clausa is George Joshua's lover, and the security company she works for is a [gray area] designed to protect people.
Once a criminal falls into Guangling Zhixi's pocket, Manager Todd will immediately use various methods to protect these important personnel and materials. It is a combination of carrot and stick, and a high-sounding excuse.
"The things you seized are all legal and compliant goods. Your boss never told you about this?" Lisa Krausa said impatiently: "Little Sheriff, you can catch the criminals, but It is wrong to detain good people and infringe on their legitimate rights and interests."
"Good citizen?" Clark straightened up, holding his buttocks, with a look of pain on his face——
——Just a simple push, and all of a sudden, Clark felt like his lumbar spine was about to crack.
"You are such a poor citizen! Those old bastards are growing smoke in the fields! You call them good citizens? Are you being unreasonable, mother-in-law?"
Lisa stepped aside halfway and saw the heavily armed security personnel in the office, surrounding several old farmers with fierce expressions——
——The criminal suspect was smoking and playing cards in the office, so he was emboldened. They all know that George Joshua will not sit back and do nothing, and Manager Todd has many ways.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you." Lisa raised her head and looked at the person with her nostrils, and there was a hint of threat in her words: "If you are not convinced, call your commander and ask for clarification - or say you want to Are you going to start a fight here? Have a fight with us militiamen?"
Clark picked up the parts for the gun, pieced them together and put them back together, swearing and dusting himself off.
He finally gave up and seemed to understand everything, but he just didn't want the world to wake up.
"Damn you, you stinky, shameless bitch, and you're still standing in the face of the King of War."
He cursed softly, fearing that Lisa would slap him a few more times.
"If Anonymous comes, the first ones to be killed will be you bastard lackeys."
His body suddenly became light and he hurried downstairs, talking as he walked.
"A good man doesn't suffer the consequences of his life, let's wait and see!"
In the end, he finally dared to shout out the words "We'll see". It seemed that Mr. Clark had won the victory. He had the courage to leave Lisa's side and be further away from the powerful pushing palm of this blood-giving monster.
After walking out, he and his deputy Siyan squatted beside the stone steps of the security company and smoked.
Si Yan quickly came up to put the fire tube on the captain: "How is it? Captain? How is it? Is the person coming back?"
"How can I get it back!" Clark said angrily: "I can't beat him. To be honest, people think it's a joke. As long as you send people in, there's no way to explain it - I was deceived by the old man!"
"Then" Siyan said immediately: "Then you call the old man and find out! We can't let these people get away with it!"
"Okay!" Clark took out his cell phone and immediately called a retired veteran cadre of the battle group.
The first call didn't go through, no one answered.
Clark was reluctant and dialed several times.
He clearly remembered that the head of the anti-narcotics special operations team had repeatedly warned him when dealing with this case that everything must be obeyed remotely by this veteran cadre. Although this veteran cadre had retired, he was still working in various groups in the community. He is quite prestigious, he is also a weapons expert, and he still holds the position of explosives advisor in the battle group.
When Mr. Clark seized the ship suspected of transporting drugs, the veteran cadre personally called Clark Shawn and told him not to act rashly for the time being. This matter was related to Clark's personal career promotion. The special anti-drug operations team of the Chapter has never been promoted in an exceptional manner. This group is very young and has not been established for a long time. If he joins other people's team, Clark may have a difficult life in the future.
Young Mr. Clark really believed this nonsense. According to the middleman, he sent the criminals to the security company bit by bit, asking Lisa Clausa to take good care of them.
"If the old man doesn't answer the phone, why don't you call the team? You can also call the team leader!" Siyan reminded.
Clark: "I know! I know! I want you to teach me!"
In panic, he called the headquarters again.
It only rang once and was connected——
——The team just waited for the call from Clark boy and immediately cursed loudly.
"You idiot! Did you really just let people go?!"
Clark's ears hurt from the shouts and curses from the Corps. He painfully moved the phone away from his ears.
Team: "Did you catch people by swimming and chasing boats?! Otherwise, how could the brain be shaking out of the water?!"
Clark: "No, the team - you want me to listen to the old man, I am."
"That's a scene talk! Do you understand the scene talk!" The team immediately explained: "Don't believe a word of the excuses made at the wine table! Give the old man some face, after all, he is the mentor of several brothers in our department! Now he is in a den with Todd and is taking advantage of others! If he wants to step in, do you really believe his lies?! Clark Shawn! Tell me! Where are you now?"
Clark: "No, no, no, I won't hand over the gun to the main team, I still have a mission."
Corps: "Give you one hour! Immediately! Go back to the group office immediately!"
After saying this, the phone was hung up.
Clark's face turned ugly, and he didn't know how to communicate.
Si Yan was trembling with fear, and immediately asked: "The team won't blame any of us, will it? Captain Sean? He must only punish you once, right?"
The cell phone rang, and Clark saw that it was the headquarters and thought that things were turning around——
"Hey! Corps, I'm here, I'm here! Do you want me to continue the action?"
Team: "——Call all Four Eyes! Noid! Phillips! Everyone in your group! All of them!"
The phone was hung up again.
Si Yan suddenly leaned against the outer wall of the security company, losing all his strength.
"Why don't you go ahead and call the old man and ask for an explanation? We have done something for George Joshua, so we should get some hard work at least!"
"Fuck you! I didn't take their lives, so I'm already giving you face!" Clark cursed, but his hand didn't stop, and continued to dial the old man's phone: "You still want money from these criminals? Do you want to show your credit? You Wake up for me! Four eyes!"
"Okay, okay" the four-eyed boy curled his lips and put away all his crooked thoughts.
The call finally came through.
[Part②·Wisdom]
Cruyaf Connelly had a good chat with Controller Todd. Under the recommendation of the Controller, the old explosives consultant of the Chapter finally found his second spring.
Whether it was his second spring in power or his second spring as a man, Mr. Clark was deceived by this old man and sent all the people involved back into the hands of the White Shark Society.
At this moment, Kruyav was on the second cruise ship of the White Shark Club. He had just had sex with a beauty arranged by Manager Todd. After getting dressed, he received a call from Clark.
"Old man! What did you call me for?" Clark asked angrily: "Now I am not a human being inside and outside! The team wants me to resign and get out! All the suspects have been detained by the security company! What should I do?!"
"Things are going very well!" Koruyav showed his belly, opened his double chin next to his ears, and put the mobile phone next to his ears. He almost turned into a pig: "Young man, you have a great future. !”
"Don't tell me what's the point of telling this!" Clark cursed, switching to English with an accent: "Where the hell are you now? You have to give me an explanation! I'm helping criminals!"
"You'd better be careful with what you say." Koruyav's tone suddenly became serious: "Slandering good citizens as criminals will lead to lawsuits. It will have a great impact on the image of the Chapter in the 55th District. If they You can't afford to hold on to the responsibility and appeal, and when the time comes for your team to hold you accountable, you might even end up in jail."
Clark seemed to be frightened and muttered: "Then what do you think I should do? Now I can either go to the battle group and hand over the gun, or I can take the people back."
"That's your business." Kruyav has no intention of caring about Clark Shawn's life and death. "But you have to think clearly. The cargo throughput from the water channel of Suncast Castle is so large. You can do it one ship at a time." Check all the ships? This is all about the people's food and clothing. Young man, you don't understand this, and your boss does too. It's good for you to ask you to resign. If you continue to work, you won't live long - —I am not harming you. If you want to go against the White Shark Society, the war team is not qualified and you cannot be too upright."
Clark didn't say anything, just pursed his lips, teeth itching with hatred.
"Otherwise, I think you can do things very quickly." Kluyav continued: "I will write you a letter of recommendation and ask Director Todd to introduce several cousins in the war gang. Everyone knows each other. Come to me in the future. When working under my command, as long as you uphold justice and be loyal to your cause like today, I will definitely not treat you badly."
"I understand." Clark Shawn's tone was low, and his mood fell to the bottom, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on his head.
Kluyav continued: "I still have something to do. I'm in a meeting. I won't talk about it for now."
Saying this, he hugged his female companion into his arms again, caressing the beautiful waist of the cruise ship beauties, with an excited smile on his face, and his tone did not change during the words, as if he was really having a meeting.
After hanging up the phone, Manager Todd knocked on the door at the right time——
——Kruyav immediately pushed his female companion away and responded quickly: "Please come in!"
Manager Todd arranged his tie and coat with a very serious manner, and he knew more etiquette than the station attendants. He was a decent man, so he naturally knew what these retired veterans longed for most.
They have fallen from the peak of power to the bottom. Except for some people in the community who regard them as heroes, if they return to the war group, their true colors will be revealed. Times are progressing, and knight combat skills are even more powerful for Guangling Zhixi, but they have also eliminated these seventy-year-olds in disguise. twilight hero.
After the entire system of arresting criminals and commanding operations was updated, Koluyav could not do anything more than teach his keen sense of explosives to the children of the new era.
At this time, give him some power, and he will immediately think of the phantom of unlimited glory in his youth - something he can't refuse.
"Are you happy, sir? Are you living comfortably?" Manager Todd asked.
Seeing that the girl who was sleeping with him was about to run out, Kluyav also glanced outside. He could not forget the beauty of cruise ship No. 2 and this gentle country. This made him feel refreshed. These hybrid disasters with special physiques The beast has been carefully trained. Although he is a monster, he is still a cute monster and a charming monster - especially these top ones for him to choose.
They were very skilled in bed, and each of them had their own unique skills. They performed plastic surgery on the eldest sister's face. Although there were flaws, it also made Koruyafu experience the strange satisfaction of having a war king - he suddenly I understand George Joshua’s bad taste.
The desire to conquer is so wonderful, turning a powerful woman into his trophy. This is the aesthetics of carnivores.
Before the civilization of Homo sapiens, there were countless large human tribes, most of which were killing each other. Men were caught, chopped off their heads and sent to barbecue grills, and women became reproductive machines. They mixed and reproduced repeatedly in this way for hundreds of thousands of years. Over a long period of time, the earth's dominant creatures were hatched, and Homo sapiens was born.
"Haha, George Joshua respects me so much." Kluyav chuckled: "It's completely different from the juniors in the battle group. I think this is the magnanimity of a hero."
Manager Todd nodded: "Sir, you are so complimentary. The president has always respected the elderly and cared for the young, and has a bodhisattva heart."
"It's just that" Kruyav frowned, thinking in his mind, and wanted to add some small conditions to the dessert: "If only the beauty on this cruise ship looked more like the eldest sister, and had a better figure."
"That's the end of this topic, sir." Manager Todd quickly interrupted: "This is going to cost you your head."
"Oh? What do you mean by this?" Koluyaf didn't understand.
Manager Todd explained carefully——
"—You have to know that President Joshua has nothing wrong with him. He is very self-disciplined and restrained. He never smokes or drinks, and he does not like to kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"He lives a very healthy lifestyle and has a very peaceful mind. He has only one bad habit, which he himself admits."
"He was horny, very, very horny."
"Even if you are dozens of meters away, just by sniffing it, you will know how good this woman is. How much can she sell for? There is an account in your mind."
"Speaking of the sisters on the ship who had plastic surgery done on King War's face, Mr. Koluav, most of these lucky ones have some flaws on their faces. They can never be exactly like King War - it's not that plastic surgery technology can't do it. Yes, but President George Joshua specifically ordered it.”
"These women have been baptized by the holy blood, but they are still weak. It is obviously difficult for them to shoot and develop the terrifying leg strength and arm strength."
"President Joshua is not only lustful, he is also a very affectionate person. If, Mr. Koluav, you really want a sister to look at your eldest sister's face, recreate it perfectly for you, and come and serve you—— What do you think President Joshua would think?”
"Oh, this old boy is really perverted," Kluyav exclaimed: "Forget it, forget it, no one knows what it feels like to hold the real King of War, right? Except for the gunsmith's children, And no one can get close to her except Mrs. Gunsmith’s hug—just take the fake as the real thing!”
Todd quickly flattered——
"——Mr. Koluave, I am deeply impressed by your inner philosophy of life wisdom."
Kruyav smiled triumphantly: "It's just a pity that the dragon crossing the river doesn't have such wisdom."
On the other side, Clark Shawn squatted in front of his home.
He neither returned to the battle group to hand over guns, nor did he have the courage to go deep into the security company to rob people.
He didn't even dare to go home. His adoptive parents were cooking in the house, so he squatted on the iron ladder at the back door, fearing that his parents would be disappointed in him.
Looking at the dilapidated community and the newly built real estate two blocks away, it was also George Joshua's legitimate business. He was so angry that he climbed to the top of the building and cursed into the distance, hoping that the city would be baptized by fire.
"You know how to get up there! Get up! There are so many ups, it's like no one can afford it!"
At this moment, Brother Youde climbed over from the roof next door.
"I'm an errand! I have something to ask you!"
Zhao Youde was entrusted by 9527 and specially found the main person in charge of the case in the anti-drug action team.
Clark: "Huh?"
With dexterous and neat skills, Youde thrust a PHS cell phone into Clark's arms, turned over the railing, jumped to the water tank of the hotel next door, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
The militiamen in the jurisdiction downstairs searched around with flashlights, seemingly tracking Zhao Youde.
Clark looked at the PHS and received the first text message from 9527.
"I have a way to help you rob people, trust me."
"I'm not Qin Shihuang, so there's no need to tell me I'm fifty."
"I am Jane Doe."
