Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 89 Red Cherry

Suddenly there was heavy fog outside.

The police car flashed its lights and headed towards the Broren club where Tu Gordon was buried.
Tonight the town seems to be suddenly empty, and the surroundings are quiet.There was not a single moving vehicle on the street, only the street lights flickered with dim yellow light in the thick night fog.

"What day is today?"

"I don't know."

"I feel a little tight in my muscles, all over the body, how about you?"

"Me too."

The police car drove very slowly, and a large group of crows flew out of the thick fog, and some even hit the windshield of the police car.

"Oh my God, seeing a crow late at night is not a good sign."

"Naughty old man! Want to attack the police?"

The crow fluttered quickly and disappeared into the thick fog, like a group of black ghosts.

"Tell me a story, would you like to hear it?"

"Tell me, it's better to be sunny, I'm disturbed by crows now."

"It's because there are so many crows that the ancient town of Arras is called a ghost town. I don't know where it came from. In two months, you will see crows in every corner of the town. There are more wilds, and large groups wander. Sometimes they rob people for food, and even attack children."

"Crows are inherently aggressive."

"No, when I first came here, the priest of the town church, Mohan, joked with me that there are resentful spirits imprisoned in the ground of this town. He asked me if I believed it or not. I said how could I believe this? He said, whenever the crow is in the thick fog. When it appears in the middle, it is when the resentful spirit is stirring underground."

"It's not a good story at all."

Jones Medley held the gun in his hand, his eyes wandering about.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Please stop your story."

A large truck rumbled on from the opposite side, with dazzling high beams on, and Jones Medley put the pistol back in the holster.

"Boss, I feel like I'm back in the world."

"Me too, um, we took the wrong road, we should have turned at the previous intersection."

"Sheriff, why did we make such a low-level mistake?"

"It's easy to explain, it's all the crow's fault, are you ready, we're almost there."

Jones Medley made an OK gesture.

The two got out of the car and went straight to the clubhouse. As soon as they entered the clubhouse, they were in the lobby of the clubhouse.

"Sheriff, crows are indeed spiritual things, and they know how to give us an early warning."

The lobby of Broren Club is about 180 square meters. On the right side of the lobby is the cash register, on the left side is a sofa for customers to wait for others or rest, and there is an electric massager beside the coffee table.

In the middle area, more than thirty people stood.

Tu Gordonbu brought his little brother with a guy, an axe, a machete, an iron rod. And two pistols.

The other group had about the same number of people who killed Gordon Bu, and the guys in their hands were also varied. They also had pistols in their hands. The leader was bald, white, and as mighty as an iron tower. He held a machete in his hand. The momentum is not worse than Tu Gordonbu, more powerful!
Wang Dengming pulled out his gun and stood in the middle of the two groups without making a sound, staring at the bald brother: "Someone called the police, saying that Broren would cause trouble for everyone, is that you?"

Wang Dengming's words were icy cold, without a trace of emotion.

If it weren't for him wearing a police uniform and cap and carrying a police gun, this would clearly be the attitude of a black boss.

The bald man raised the machete slowly, and when it was on the horizontal line, the tip of the knife pointed at Wang Dengming.

He didn't speak, and stared at the Chinese sheriff in front of him with equally cold eyes, and the big men behind him raised their guys.

"I have dozens of times, please put down the knife, otherwise, I have the right to kill you!"

Wang Dengming took his gun and aimed at him.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven"

When Wang Dengming was about to count to one, a man beside the bald muscular man handed him a mobile phone, he answered it for a while, the blade lowered, and he led people away without a word.

Outside the clubhouse, six cars disappeared into the night fog in the blink of an eye.

When the people came to withdraw, Tu Gordon 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. Would you like to try them?"

Jones Medley was so nervous just now that she felt that if it wasn't for that phone call, the two groups would definitely have called tonight.

"Of course we have to try, we have come so far, of course we have to entertain!"

Wang Dengming smiled and said, "Jones, let me press your feet for you. My skills are also good."

"Don't pretend to be attentive, you help me press your feet, and you will let me press your whole body when you go back."

Wang Dengming put his arms around her waist and said, "You're doing well, newcomer."

"yes?"

"Yes, I think you can finish your internship soon."

The two entered the foot massage room, two Thai female technicians came to serve, and Tu Gordonbu himself called one.

"Boss, you don't need to do this."

"I've already done that."

"Boss"

"Don't say it! I know what you want to say. I have regarded you as a partner. It's your business that you treat me as a partner. It has nothing to do with me."

Jones Medley picked up a red cherry, put it into his mouth, chewed it, spat it out, and said, "I can give you a suggestion. Looking for fresh cherries to greet guests?"

Tu Gordon smiled and said: "Okay, Banshee police, I will get the best cherries to serve you in the future!"

(End of this chapter)