American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 115 Chapter 114

The perfect plan became imperfect because of Ron's appearance, and he died because of the flaw in the plan.

Although the evil god resurrected him.

But he knew that it was impossible for the evil god to be infinitely tolerant to him.

If he died again this time, the evil god would definitely not spend any effort to revive him.

Because, evil gods don't need waste.

So this time he has to be more cautious in his actions, be careful!
"In short, this Ron should not be underestimated! Anyone who underestimates him will pay a heavy price."

Seeing that the high priest spoke seriously, Fiona couldn't help becoming more cautious.

Because she has experienced the strength of the high priest, it is very powerful.

Because of this, she reached an agreement with the high priest.

In the wake of the next super witch, everyone works together to kill more witches.

The soul of the witch was handed over to the high priest to sacrifice to the evil god.

The high priest helped her get rid of the next super witch, and she was able to stay young forever and continue to live.

It can be called a win-win cooperation.

Ron wanted to protect the witch, so he naturally became their common enemy.

"Okay, what are your plans?"

The woman's intuition told Fiona that Ron would be their biggest obstacle.

The high priest shook his head, "Don't be in a hurry, let's try out his ability first and then make a move. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in all battles."

"Do it tonight?" Fiona asked impatiently.

"Ok!"

The sound gradually weakened, as the sound disappeared.

The high priest also suddenly disappeared into the air.

Ron opened the trunk and took out heavy boxes from the car.

Carrying the long black box, he walked towards the second-story building next to him.

Outside the two-story building is a well-manicured lawn surrounded by a wooden fence.

Ron kicked open the wooden fence and swaggered in.

Just then, the door creaked open.

The door was opened by a black burly man, and the burly man was DeHarry.

"Boss, I'll help you!"

"No, there are boxes in the trunk, bring it in!"

"Ok!"

DeHarry helped out with a suitcase in the trunk.

After taking out the box, he found that the box was much heavier than he expected.

Dehari was called by Ron.

He certainly wouldn't take the risk alone.

De Harry, the servant he developed, is not bad, the key is enough loyalty, and he can still stand up occasionally.

As for the things in the box, they were all weapons prepared by Ron, and De Harry actually brought some weapons.

So, this time the weapons are definitely rich.

The two moved the boxes to the room, and then began the general cleaning.

After about an hour.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door, and Ron opened the door sweating profusely.

I saw a black, long and straight girl standing at the door.

The girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with bright eyes, full of vitality, and fair and delicate skin.

Ron could see the tiny fluff on the girl's white and tender skin.

The pure black short skirt set off her white and shiny skin even more, her straight legs were slender, and she looked like the little girl next door when she smiled.

"Hi, my name is Zoe Benson, and I live next door." Zooey turned her head slightly, pointed at the opposite house with her index finger, her pointed nails were translucent and fleshy pink.

The afterglow of the setting sun happened to shine on her side face, and at this moment her cheeks were bright.

The direction Zoe was pointing at was the Witch Academy.

"Hi, Zoe. My name is Ron, the new cop in town!"

Ron's current identity is a policeman, which can greatly facilitate his actions.

Including guns, and protecting witches.

It is only natural for him to be a policeman to protect the townspeople.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Zooey asked Ron.

"Of course, please come in!" Ron let the door open.

Zooey looked at the environment inside the house curiously, and walked in slowly.

Ron closed the door and followed Zooey. I have to say that Zooey is very beautiful and has a good figure.

Ron, who was walking behind, was able to fully appreciate Zoe's good figure.

Why the back, not the front?
Frankly speaking, Zoe is a bit flat-chested, so the front is a bit flat.

The scenery may not be as attractive as the scenery behind.

It doesn't matter if you are flat or not, Ron doesn't discriminate against girls with flat chest.

For a while Ron was proud of it.

Because fraternity is innocent!

Zoe looked at the room. The furniture in the room was complete. The floor had just been mopped, and some places were not dry yet, and the table was wiped clean.

When Zooey came in, she happened to see Dehari, who was showing his dark arms, bending over and mopping the floor in the kitchen.

Dehari had a towel hanging around his neck, and sweat slid down his face. When he heard the sound, he looked at Zoe curiously.

Ron quickly introduced: "De Harry, a colleague in the police station, likes to help others."

Zooey waved her hand in restraint, "Hello, my name is Zooey!"

"Hello there!"

DeHarry nodded and went on with his work,

"any drinks?"

"Anything, Coke, Beer. Looks like I'm here at the wrong time!"

Zooey had nowhere to put her hands, and Zooey didn't expect that there was a big black man in the room.

"It's okay, it's just the last bit that's perfect!" Ron pointed to the sofa, "Please sit down, the sofa is clean!"

At this time, De Harry came out of the kitchen and said to Ron: "Boss, it's packed. The mop and towel still need time to dry, so I'll take it out to dry. Well, I'm leaving first."

"Okay, thanks!" Ron said, sending DeHarry out of the room.

DeHarry winked at Ron as he walked away.

The reason why they left so quickly was, of course, to create a space for the two of them to be alone.

Ron confirmed that De Harry had misunderstood.

It's normal for Dehari to misunderstand. The girl took the initiative to deliver it to her door. Why can this be? It must be because she has a good impression of Ron.

Ron shrugged helplessly.

He is really helpless.

Zoe was really one of those rare, no, very rare girls who grew up on Ron's aesthetic.

It’s a pity that Zooey can’t touch it.

Because, this force is poisonous.

Literally.

Zoe is a black widow, and any man who boards with her will be cursed to death inexplicably.

To put it simply, it takes a lot of energy to sleep with others, but it is more exhausting to sleep with Zoe.

"Sit, you look a little nervous, is it because I'm a policeman?" Ron asked curiously when he saw Zooey standing against the sofa.

"No, I just didn't think there was anyone in the house, man!"

Zooey sat down and leaned on the sofa, her straight and slender thighs were exposed, and a slight depression appeared on her round, white and greasy thighs pressed against the sofa.

Zoe's legs are really rare and straight and long. Her long legs are not as straight as hers, and her straight legs are not as long as hers.

"Don't get me wrong, De Harry is here to help." Ron explained seriously.

What the hell?

He is not a casual man, how could he bend casually.

Take out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and throw it to Zoe gently,
"whispering sound!"

Zooey caught it and opened it, and Ton Ton took a sip.

Zooey glanced at the suitcase in the corner of the room and asked curiously, "What is that?"

"Some sundries!"

The box contained firearms.

Of course, Ron would not be so simple as to tell Zooey everything.

"Huh, a game console?" Zooey became interested when he saw the game controller on the table.

"How about playing?!" Ron suggested.

"is it okay?"

(End of this chapter)