The residents of the town go to church for worship at around eight o'clock in the morning, also known as "Mass". Mass ends before 12 noon.
But the old hunter did not allow the believers to go to mass in the morning. He made the decision without authorization and said that the time should be changed to the afternoon, or seven o'clock in the evening.
People in the town go to worship at eight o'clock in the morning, which is as punctual as when we watch the news broadcast. No one can interrupt people's worship.
The time of worship has never changed since the cowboys appeared on this land.
Church worship has become a fixed and indispensable pattern of life for Catholics in the town of Meng, Ala. As long as the earth does not explode, it will be an eternal pattern.
Now, someone wants to break this pattern, and do so arbitrarily, rudely, and without any negotiation.
Even a good-natured gentleman like Auston couldn't bear it.
Wang Dengming went to the church early this morning and found the old hunter.
The federal police were at the door of the church. They were armed with ammunition and occupied various vantage points with the purpose of persuading and stopping believers who tried to enter the church. "What you did is wrong and not allowed."
When Wang Dengming arrived, Master Qin was talking to the old hunter at the door of the church.
"When did he not allow everyone to come to mass in the morning?"
he asked from a distance.
Master Qin: "The day before yesterday, it was sudden. Is that so? Officer Ma Xue."
The old hunter stood upright, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes looking toward the east in the direction of the sun.
The sun's rays were blocked by a building next to the street, and the rays of light hit his forehead just shy of hitting his eyes.
He didn't answer, and still stood in a cool posture.
His police uniform today was brand new and stiff, which made Wang Dengming wonder if this guy was going to attend a police academy graduation ceremony or some other important ceremony.
The sun pierced the old hunter's eyes.
He turned around: "Today is a special and important day."
"Yes, it's your unlucky day too."
Wang Dengming also stood with his hands behind his back.
The Sheriff appeared, and people gathered around him.
"Good morning, Sheriff..."
"Hey kid, you're in good spirits today!"
People kept saying hello to Wang Dengming.
The crowd formed a C shape, surrounding Wang Dengming and the old hunter in the middle.
"Sheriff, arrest him! He's a bastard, a scoundrel, we have to worship!"
Someone roared, which instantly attracted a large number of echoes. The crowd was filled with indignation. Some people waved their fists, and some waved something. It was his own red pants.
It's a bit like a demonstration.
If you don't control it well, problems may arise at any time.
Of course, Wang Dengming is a relatively prestigious person in the town. In terms of public security, Wang Dengming has a dominant say in Alasgumeng Town.
Even if the mayor of the town, Wilson, appeared, he would not be able to compete with Wang Dengming.
Wang Dengming asked everyone to be quiet.
Hundreds of people immediately fell silent, waiting for Wang Dengming to speak.
"Have your people withdraw and stop interfering with the normal order of the church, immediately!"
The old hunter's men came up and came face to face with Wang Dengming.
But Wang Dengming is only one person.
When it comes to fights and group fights, Wang Dengming is not afraid at all.
Although the Qi in Dantian is gone, he is now a monster, full of power. Before the curse kills him, he can feel as good as he wants, instead of eating--eating, sleeping--sleeping .
If the old hunter's men didn't come over, Wang Dengming would be too embarrassed to take action. With the old hunter's little skill, he couldn't get on the stage at all.
As soon as the old hunter's men approached, Wang Dengming was not afraid but became excited.
This is a strange feeling, a desire to punch, a bloodthirsty feeling of killing.
The first time, the first time in my life.
As a police chief, properly handling emergencies and using force reasonably are the top priority. This morning is different.
"What if I say, no?"
Wang Dengming clenched his fists.
The people around him took a look and immediately backed away, leaving an open space.
The street fight when Wang Dengming subdued the butcher Gordon Bu left a deep impression on the town residents. This foreign police chief had a bad temper and liked to fight.
As soon as the crowd retreated, the old hunter also took two steps back.
The people around him took a few steps forward, including the black federal policeman: Mandela Wumi
"Warning you, I am doing this to carry out orders from above. Your behavior is seriously hindering my mission. Please leave immediately."
"To withdraw or not to withdraw, you just need to answer whether to withdraw or not to withdraw."
"Get him!"
The old hunter didn't say he would withdraw, nor did he say he wouldn't withdraw.
The federal police took action, four against one.
"Come on, Sheriff, come on, Sheriff Wang!"
The two sides really took action, and they started taking action within two words.
When Wang Dengming subdued the butcher Gordon Bu, there were more than a dozen of them. Insiders had confidence in Wang Dengming, absolute confidence, but the problem was that Wang Dengming was facing well-trained federal police, not a gangster on the street. Gangster.
The police fight in the street in public, which is too rare in the town of Alaska.
Someone took out his mobile phone while screaming and prepared to record this precious scene as a souvenir. Who would have thought that before the phone's recording switch was turned on, two federal police officers fell down. One was hit in the chin by Wang Dengming, and immediately When he passed out, his jaw was not as strong as Butcher's. The other one was thrown from his back by Wang Dengming, and his body hit the ground hard. The federal policeman was lying on the hard ground, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle after the fall. .
Sheriff Wang is ruthless when he takes action, sparing no force.
The crowd seemed to have suddenly entered a mute mode, everyone looking at the two policemen lying on the ground.
Mandela Umi reached for his gun
Just when his hand touched the holster, someone kicked him in the chest, causing him to flip over twice.
Wang Dengming showed mercy. If he tried his best, Mandela Wumi would not be as simple as somersaulting.
There was one left, his hand barely halfway out of his holster.
The fist stopped at his temple, and the wind from the punch drifted across his face.
Wang Dengming put his pistol back into the holster and patted his face gently.
The onlookers finally began to appreciate the mode, and applauded loudly.
"To withdraw, or not to withdraw?"
Wang Dengming walked to the old hunter.
The color of the old hunter's face changed back and forth several times, and finally he said: "You will pay for this, you will."
The man who was hit in the jaw by Wang Dengming's right hook was in bad luck and was sent to the hospital for treatment because he had a problem with his jaw bone. The one who was thrown from his back took a long time to recover.
It was time for worship as usual. Wang Dengming straightened his police uniform, adjusted his police hat, and went to the Dodge Hotel humming a tune. Sensi said that she had prepared breakfast, so don't always eat Xiao Minzi's breakfast.
Before getting into the police car, Master Qin stood by the car door.
"If you fart, let it go. If you have something to say, say it."
"Chief, the side effects are getting stronger and stronger, I'm worried."
"I'm just worried. It's already like this. What are you worried about? There's no way to avoid disaster. Even if I die, I will look up to the sky and leave."
