In the Valentine Sheriff's Office, Deputy Sheriff Yusef Dorian was sitting on a chair. In the jail next to him, the prostitute killer who was arrested last night was sitting on the floor with his head hanging down. The bruises on his face had not dissipated.
Yousef took out his pocket watch from the pocket of his suit vest and looked at the time. It was twelve o'clock, it was time.
He stood up, without looking at the prisoner who had confessed after having close contact with his iron fist that morning. He opened the back door of the office, stood behind the steel security door at the back of the Valentine Clinic, and knocked on the door.
The window of the security door was blocked by newspapers, which may have been damaged over time. Not long after the knock on the door, a vigilant eye filled the holes in the newspaper and glanced at Yusef outside the door.
"It's me, open the door quickly." Yousef said expressionlessly.
"It turns out to be Chief Dorian." The security door was opened, and the person inside leaned out, put a small wad of banknotes into Yusef's hand, and said with a smile, "Here is today's share, I hope you can Keep us all safe.”
Yousef looked at the gang member in front of him who was so lowly in his heart. He nodded the money in his hand coldly and said, "It's best to keep it here. I'll come back to you tomorrow."
"Okay." The smile on the man's face remained unchanged, but the door closed slightly loudly.
"A bunch of bastards." Yusef stuffed the money into his pocket, cursed in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the back door of the Smithfield Tavern. It was lunch time now, and he used the protection money he had just earned. , eating the signature beef stew in the most luxurious tavern in town sounds so pleasant to the ears.
A few days ago, a group of strange cowboys came to Valentine and secretly met with Yusef while Sheriff Malloy was away to seek cooperation from him. The content of the cooperation is that Yusef will provide them with protection during their activities in the town. The protection includes turning a blind eye to all their excessive behaviors and ensuring that their small stronghold is not discovered. In return, they would hand over 20% of their daily earnings to him as protection fees.
Yousef agreed to this deal without thinking about it for long. After being a policeman for so many years, he certainly knows that these guys who don't look like serious people are definitely not legal citizens, and all their activities in the town will not have much legality. However, if they can generate income for themselves, So as long as these people don't cause trouble in the town, he can turn a blind eye. Unlike Sheriff Malloy, who has always been loyal to his duties, for him, protecting his family and the people is not important, nor is his job promotion. What is most important to him is how many dollars he can get in his pocket.
He left the backyard and walked easily to the back door of the tavern. At this time of the day, there will be a lot of people dining in the pub. It is always not wise to go through the front door. Taking the back door can get to the bartender faster, and for police officers, their exclusive seats are always reserved in the pub. , these are life tips belonging to Valentine police officers. Most people will not know it, let alone understand the fun of it.
As soon as Yusef's feet stepped on the wooden steps of the tavern, a hard object pressed against his waist. The next second, the revolver on his waist was also confiscated. His body trembled, and his footsteps Momentarily stagnant.
Having been in this business for so long, he naturally knows that this kind of touch belongs to firearms, but he is still not as good as Sheriff Malloy in this regard, because the Sheriff can even judge the type of gun pressed against his waist based on touch alone, with high accuracy. Seventy-eight out of ten.
"Don't get excited, friend." He raised his hands slightly to show that he had no intention of resisting. "If you have something to say, don't show that thing in the town. It will not be good for you or me."
"Walk slowly like a normal person, Mr. Deputy Sheriff," the man behind him said in a low voice, which sounded strange. "You can go wherever I tell you to go. Otherwise, I don't mind letting your body become... More transparent.”
"Okay, sir, I listen to you. Don't get excited. That thing can easily go off." Yousef's voice was slightly trembling.
The two of them walked step by step like this, and after a while, they stopped at a pig pen not far away.
"You can turn around now, Mr. Deputy Sheriff."
Yousef turned around. The cowboy behind him was wearing strangely matched clothes, and the beautifully decorated revolver in his hand was pointing at him.
Looking at this face, Yousef felt a little familiar.
After a while, he suddenly reacted and almost shouted: "Brandy Munny? Why is it you?"
"Why not me?" Brandi asked with a smile.
"You, do you know, using a gun to threaten a police officer is enough to send you to the gallows!" Yousef was a little angry.
"Then what happens if this police officer has an ulterior deal with the gang?" Brandi said as he gently pulled the hammer.
"You, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Yousef said hard, and his body trembled subconsciously.
Brandi held a gun and approached Yusef step by step, while Yusef backed away step by step. Finally, his body hit the fence of the pigsty, and Yusef realized that he had no retreat.
"You don't have to pretend to be crazy. Just now, I saw clearly the deal between you and the person behind the iron door." Brandi flicked his wrist slightly, and the muzzle of the gun kept shaking, making Yusef unaware. Should we pay attention to him or the gun in his hand? "Let's get straight to the point. Mr. Deputy Sheriff, please tell me who are the people behind that door, what are these people doing there, and you play a role in it." What role does it play?"
Yousef glanced at Brandy, then at the black muzzle of the gun facing him, swallowed, and said, "Put the gun down, I can tell you."
Brandi looked at the gun in his hand, smiled, returned the hammer to its original position, holstered the gun, and said, "No problem."
"Actually, I don't know much," Yousef adjusted his erratic breathing and said, "These people came here a few days ago and said they wanted to do some business and asked me to provide them with protection in return. They would hand me a certain amount of money every day as compensation. In our line of work, it’s not natural to protect the legitimate rights and interests of citizens, right, so I agreed to them.”
"Then what protective measures have you taken for them?"
"They didn't do anything special. They just kept the location of their stronghold secret from the outside world, and turned a blind eye to all their inappropriate behaviors in the town."
"In that case, why did you tell me?" Brandy looked into Yusef's eyes and asked.
"This..." Yousef glanced at the gun on Brandi's waist, smiled slyly, and said, "You pointed the gun at me and then shot me. How could I not say it? I think , if you faced this situation, you would probably make the same choice as me, right?"
Brandy nodded in agreement and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Yousef. You have helped me a lot, but I still have a grudge. I hope you can cooperate."
As if he had been pardoned, Yosef breathed a long sigh of relief, but his expression remained stern and said, "Of course it's no problem, Mr. Munny, just tell me."
"Undress."
"Huh?" Yousef was a little surprised, but he could see that Brandi wasn't joking, so he reluctantly took off his shirt.
"Take it off," Brandy ordered.
The shirtless Yousef looked at his pants and asked tentatively: "Take off... how much should you take off."
"If you want to keep your underwear, I have no objection." Brandi said coldly.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it off, I'll take it off." Yusef began to take off his clothes tremblingly, and soon he was only left with a pair of underwear. He stood naked and looked embarrassed.
"You're really obedient," Brandy was a little surprised by this man's reaction, but he then ordered, "Next, turn around and stand at attention, put your hands behind your back."
Yusef turned around and stood upright obediently, putting his hands behind his back. However, the next moment, he felt that the wrists of his two hands were roughly tied together with thin ropes, followed by his feet.
He subconsciously began to struggle, but the tightening feeling on his wrists and ankles became more and more clear, and even began to hurt. He couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing? I have said everything I need to say!" Why are you still tying me up?!"
"I advise you to stop struggling. The more you struggle with my knot, the tighter it becomes," Brandy said close to Yusef's ear. "As for why I do this, it's very simple. On the one hand, I don't want to let it get tighter." You interfere with my plans, and on the other hand, I simply hate weaklings like you."
Brandy tied the knot, took a few steps back, then took a running start, and finally kicked Yusef in the butt.
Yosef screamed and fell into the pigsty. Not only was his body covered in filth, he also had a lot of indescribable things in his mouth.
As Brandy left, she said: "I will borrow your clothes for the time being and will return them to you later, but I will confiscate your stolen money as a small punishment. As for you, just be with those few You pig, let’s deepen our relationship.”
"No! You can't do this to me! I'm the Sheriff's brother-in-law! Damn it, you dare to do this to me, my brother-in-law won't let you go! Oh, you damn beasts, stay away from me ! Don’t come near me! Ah! Move your pig mouth away! Ah! Fuck! You can’t bite in that place! Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
Brandy took off her hat and put on Yusef's white cowboy hat. She glanced back at Yusef who was being forced to communicate deeply with a group of domestic pigs, sneered, and then left quietly. .
