"You didn't even forget where you put your keys, did you?"
Zhang San, who was sitting at the door, saw Chris flipping through this page anxiously and asked curiously.
"No! It's just harder to find. Give me some time."
After turning the tires in the yard three times, Chris sighed helplessly and disappeared from Zhang San's sight.
Boom!
There was a sound of breaking glass, and Chris stepped on the shards of glass to open the door for his old friend.
There was a strange smell in the house, and Chris lay down on the bed and said, "You can do whatever you want."
The beer in the refrigerator has long expired, and the only thing left to eat after not paying the electricity bill is a can of pickled cucumbers.
"During the time you were arrested, I built a big house with everything in it."
When saying this, Zhang San deliberately emphasized his tone later.
"Come on, now I just want to lie down for a while and then go find a girl."
"It's up to you. I still have the same phone number as before. If you need me, just call me."
The kind police officer Zhang left a large wad of bills for Chris when he went out. He knew that this buddy would not be able to sleep for long.
Ding bell~
As soon as his front feet left, Chris was called out while lying on the bed.
Seeing a few people standing at the door of the window, Chris really wanted to say something dirty to vent his feelings.
"You have a good friend. Officer Zhang has done a lot of good things over the years."
The black man who sat down on a stool introduced himself.
His name is Moon, and he's here to trouble Chris.
But lucky Chris doesn't need to worry about this problem, because as long as he joins Moon's team, Chris, who was supposed to live in prison for thirty years, will not be sent to prison.
His boss is Amanda Waller, and their team's mission is to do something unspeakable.
The blonde girl in the team is named Harcourt, and Chris has an impression of her because he met her when he was imprisoned in Dream Prison.
A fat bearded man, Chris remembered the word John because his name was too long.
Another fat black guy, newcomer who identifies as female, Leota Adebayo.
Her eloquence is very good, and there is nothing wrong with introducing herself except making the atmosphere weird.
"A new mission, we call it Project Butterfly..."
Moon, who was narrating the incident, noticed the corner of the banknote protruding from the Peace Messenger's buttocks. He guessed that it was the money left by Officer Zhang for Chris.
Moon knew some of the past stories of the anti-evil team composed of peace messengers, vigilantes, and Zhang San from Waller, but he couldn't figure out why Zhang San became a police officer now.
The anti-evil squad was still active for a long time after the Peace Envoy was arrested. The vigilantes took Zhang San everywhere to kill people and rob goods, and they were on the wanted list.
Moon was curious about how Zhang San cleared himself, because he was the only Asian in this area who fit the profile of a criminal.
Maybe he saved the police chief, or maybe he did some great favor to the police department.
But this is not what Moon needs to worry about. The main thing is that Peacemaker has a friend who is a policeman, which can save the team a lot of trouble.
"Project Butterfly..."
The Peace Messenger looked at Moon and asked seriously: "The Starfish Project is to deal with a very large starfish, so this time we have to deal with Mothra?"
Before Moon could explain, he asked again: "Can you give me a jetpack? I don't know how to deal with Mothra without it."
"It's not Mothra..."
"But I still want a jetpack, can you help me?"
Moon was speechless. After looking at the peace messenger with his wide eyes for a while, he said, "What you have to deal with this time is a group of bad people. They are called butterflies."
"So no more jetpacks?"
The Peacemaker doesn't care about who the target is, he just wants to take advantage of the opportunity to get a jetpack!
“Hey, that jar of pickles is years old!”
Seeing the fat bearded man holding a jar of pickled cucumbers and eating them deliciously, the peace messenger kindly reminded him.
Yue!
There is no doubt that although the pickled cucumbers that have been stored for several years are edible, the psychological effect still makes the bearded John vomit out what he has eaten.
"If I refuse..."
"Then go back to Dream Prison."
"What if I run away?"
"The bomb is still in your head. If we can't find anyone, we'll blow your head off."
Moon's series of fluent answers left the Peacemaker speechless. The Peacemaker, whose face said that life is really fucked, sighed and nodded to indicate that he had joined.
"Meet you for dinner. Where can we meet at 7:30?"
With a relaxed expression, Moon asked the opinions of others present.
Fat black girl Liotta's eyes lit up and she immediately recommended: "The Fennel Field Restaurant on Manchester Road, that cheese stick is very delicious!"
Just like that, the location for the dinner party was decided.
"I will go, but first I have to go to my dad's house to pick up Yingying."
The Peace Messenger responded, but Moon, who stood up and walked out, turned to him with a puzzled look on his face and asked: "Who is Yingying?"
"My best partner, didn't you hear Waller mention it?"
"Your partner is not a vigilante and..."
"They're just friends."
…
Zhang San, who had left Chris' house on his bicycle a long time ago, had no idea that he was being discussed behind his back. He stopped by the police when he was picking up Peace Messenger from the hospital today.
Now he has to go back to the police station to write a report and hand it in, and at the same time replenish his ammunition.
"Look who's back, it's our direct train to heaven!"
"Officer Zhang, can I go to heaven despite my serious sins?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
As soon as he opened the door, a group of colleagues inside started joking at Zhang San happily.
After all, he was the only police officer nicknamed Heaven Direct Train, and his administrative leave time was almost as long as the cleaning uncle outside the door was working.
All joking aside, they really admired Officer Zhang. Officer Zhang's psychological quality was so strong that he could not be affected by all kinds of negative news.
"Come on, if any of you can help me write a report now, I will thank you."
Zhang San turned his head and looked over, but just for a moment, all the colleagues who were joking just a second ago suddenly became busy, and no one looked at him.
【Oh shit! 】
Everyone participated when they were bragging, but now they pretend to be dead if they are asked to do a favor. These colleagues are indeed the bastards among bastards.
Think about how much Zhang San has done for this small police station, but now he can’t even find anyone to help...
well…
