Tonight, there is fog outside, heavy fog.
They didn't know when the fog started.
The police car flashed its lights and headed towards the Broren Club where Gordon Bu was slaughtered. Tonight, the town seemed to be suddenly deserted. It was quiet all around. There was not a single moving vehicle in sight on the streets. Only the streetlights shone with a dark yellow light in the thick night fog. A few streetlights reminded the police chief of the legendary legend. , the wind lantern on the Naihe Bridge in the underworld.
"What day is today?"
"Not sure."
"I feel my muscles are a little tight, all over my body, how about you?"
"Me too."
The police car was driving very slowly, and Wang Dengming was driving. Suddenly, a large group of flying crows rushed out of the thick fog, and some even hit the windshield of the police car.
"Oh my gosh, seeing crows late at night is not a good sign."
"Naughty old bird! Do you want to attack the police?"
The crows quickly disappeared into the thick fog, like a group of black ghosts.
"Tell you a story, do you want to hear it?"
"You tell me, Sheriff, it's better to be sunny. I'm disturbed by the crows right now."
"Well, a long time ago, this town had another name: Ghost Town. It was because there were so many crows that you don't know where they came from. In two months, you will see that there will be crows in every corner of the town. There are more crows in the wild, wandering in mixed groups, sometimes snatching food from people, and even attacking children.”
"Crows are inherently aggressive."
"No, when I first came here, the priest Mohan of the town church joked with me that there were evil spirits imprisoned underground in this town. He asked me if I believed it. I said, how could I believe this? He said, every crow in the thick fog When it appears, it is when the resentful spirits are commotion underground."
"This story doesn't sound good."
Jones-Medy put the gun in his hand and looked around.
"Do you want me to continue?"
"No, please stop your story."
A large truck rumbled from the opposite direction, with its dazzling high-beam lights on, and Jones-Medy put the pistol back into its holster.
"Boss, I feel like I'm back in the human world."
"Me too, well, we took the wrong road, we should have turned at the previous intersection."
"Dear, why do we make such stupid mistakes?"
"It's easy to explain. It's all the crow's fault. Are you ready? We're almost there."
Jones Medi made an OK gesture.
The two got out of the car and headed straight to the club. As soon as they entered the club, in the lobby of the club, two groups of people stared at each other angrily, and their swords were at war!
"Chief, crows are indeed spiritual things and know how to give us early warning."
The lobby of Broren Club is about 120 square meters. On the right side of the lobby is the cashier desk, and on the left side is a row of sofas, coffee tables, and electric massagers for guests to rest.
In the middle area, there were more than twenty people standing.
Butcher Gordon Bu took his little brother with him, an axe, a machete, an iron rod and two pistols in his hands.
The other group had about the same number of people as those who slaughtered Gordon Bu. They also had a variety of guys. They also had pistols in their hands. The leader was a bald, white man. He was as powerful as an iron tower. He held a machete in his hand. The momentum is no worse than that of Tutankhamun, even more awesome!
Wang Dengming pulled out his gun and stood quietly between the two groups of people, staring at the bald man: "Someone called the police and said that Bro Ren will cause trouble to everyone, is it you?"
Wang Dengming's words were cold, cruel, and without any emotion.
If he hadn't been wearing a police uniform, a police hat, and a police gun, he would have clearly looked like a gangster.
The bald man slowly raised the machete. When it was on the horizontal line, the tip of the knife was pointed at Wang Dengming.
He didn't say anything, and stared at the Chinese police chief in front of him with a pair of equally cold eyes. The big men behind him all raised their weapons.
"I'll hit you dozens of times, please put down the knife, otherwise, I have the right to kill you!"
Wang Dengming picked up his gun and aimed it at him.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven"
When Wang Dengming was about to count to one, a person next to the bald muscular man handed him a mobile phone. He answered it for a while, then lowered his blade and led the people away without saying a word.
Outside the clubhouse, six cars disappeared into the night fog in the blink of an eye.
The visitors withdrew, butcher Gordon Bu waved his hand, and his people dispersed.
"Boss, Jones, we have two new technicians in our club. They are from Thailand. They have good foot massage skills. Do you want to try them?"
Jones Medi broke into a cold sweat just now. He felt that if it hadn't been for that phone call, the two gangs would definitely have fought tonight. She didn't dare to think about the consequences.
"Of course we have to try it. We came all the way here, so of course we have to entertain him!"
Wang Dengming smiled and said: "Jones, how about I press your feet for you? My skills are also pretty good."
"Don't pretend to be attentive. Just massage my feet. When you get back, you'll let me massage your whole body."
Wang Dengming put his arm around her waist and said softly: "You performed very well just now."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I think you will be finishing your internship soon."
The two of them entered the foot massage room, and two Thai female technicians came to serve them. Tutankhamun himself also called for one.
"Boss, there's no need for you to do this. It's very dangerous. I didn't ask anyone to call the police."
"You call the police, or you don't call the police, I will come and take a look."
Tu Tianbu picked up a cup of lemon tea, took a sip, and said: "You know, I am using you. Isn't it unwise for you to do this?"
"I don't know if I'm wise. I'm a policeman, and I treat you as a friend. I don't hit strangers."
Jones Medi picked up a red cherry, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and said: "I'll give you a suggestion. You need to find fresh cherries to greet guests. We treat you as a member of our team. Are you like this?" Greet us?"
Butcher Gordon Bu pondered for a while and said with a smile: "Okay, I will get the best cherries to entertain you two in the future."
