People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 161 161. About to go bankrupt

(Thanks, but I'm just going to an event.)
Johnny on the other end of the phone talked to Zhang San about Keyboard Doctor. He said that he had made an appointment for a magic witness event held in Central City on Sunday, so he wanted to take a few days off.

"That's it, that's fine."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang San looked at the big man who was playing with his watch with the vigilante: "Chris, you will start working for Johnny for a few days today."

"Be a security guard? Or protect that bird?" Chris's expression changed drastically, and he was a little reluctant to do this.

If he were asked to grill that seagull, he would be so motivated that it would only take less than a few minutes to remove the feathers, disembowel the bird and put it on the grill.

But let him work as a security guard for birds.
He felt that this kind of thing should be done by vigilantes. Anyway, this guy couldn't make much money part-time in a restaurant, so he might as well be a security guard.

After hearing his buddy's suggestion, the vigilante quickly said: "I have a better one! How about letting Yingying, who has been fooling around outside all day long, work as a security guard?"

"Brother, let Yingying go to work? Are you serious?"

"Anyway, there is a seagull. Can't Yingying go to work?"

"It will peck out the eyes of people buying things. Don't try to make an eagle do what humans do."

By this time, the eagle in Chris's words has turned into a bloodthirsty monster, which will attack any stranger who appears in sight.

after an hour.

Bang.

Chris got out of the police car and reluctantly walked to the supermarket. The newly purchased security uniform looked good on him.

"The Fishing King looks not in a good mood." Barbara, who was sitting in the passenger seat, joked.

"He had a little friction with the seagull, it should be fine."

Since he didn't take his administrative leave yesterday, Zhang San drove the police car into the black community where troubles are most likely to occur today.

After his vehicle came in, the gangsters on the roadside stopped joking, and the young men playing basketball stood still and looked at the police car and the people sitting inside.

"Go home! Bichi!"

"Take care of your dog! Or I'll let him know whose lawn belongs to him!"

"Charlie is free to poop wherever he goes! Are you trying to deprive him of his freedom?!"

"FKYOU!"

Two people who had an argument in a certain yard immediately stopped yelling and cursing loudly when they saw the police car. They each closed their mouths and walked towards their houses as if they suddenly changed their faces.

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, they will solve it themselves."

Zhang San had no idea of ​​stopping the car. Generally speaking, no one would be willing to escalate the situation like the one just now.

It cannot be ruled out that some people who are not clear-headed may turn from scolding to fighting each other in front of the police, and then pull out a gun and shoot.

Bang!
As soon as the gunfire appeared, Zhang San knew that he was coming.

But it was a pity that when he and Barbara cautiously walked into the house where gunshots were heard, they only saw a body with a blown head slumped on the sofa.

There was a shotgun next to the body, and the location of the blood splatter was consistent with a suicide scenario.

"He still has a live broadcast"

There was a mobile phone fixed on the coffee table. Barbara looked around and found that the screen was a live broadcast interface of a certain social platform.

Zhang San put away his gun and put on his gloves and turned off the live broadcast.

Evergreen Police Department.

After receiving psychological counseling, Barbara sat in Zhang San's office, her face still the same as when she saw the live broadcast interface before.

Why would someone live broadcast the process of his death for others to watch?
"Haven't this happened to you in Gotham?"

"There is no live broadcast of suicide. This is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes." She had only seen similar things on the news. To be honest, Barbara felt very bad.

"How about you go back and take a rest? I can help you take half a day off." Zhang San stood up and asked her on the way out with the written report.

Shaking her head, Barbara felt that she could adjust quickly.

During lunch time, Zhang San went to his French fries shop to visit Chris who was working there.

"It's really just a starfish! A huge starfish!"

As soon as Zhang San approached the chip shop, he heard Chris's loud voice talking about some of his deeds. He was still asking about confidentiality of his identity even in the morning.

Co-author He doesn't care about the issue of identity at all. He is still discussing the state secrets that should be rotten in the stomach in the supermarket with the most traffic.

"Are you off work?" Chris, who was smiling when he saw his good friend come in, sat down from the counter to the chair for guests.

Zhang San, who sat down next, just kept looking at him without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Is there still ketchup on my mouth that I haven't wiped clean?"

Chris took a piece of paper from the table and wiped his mouth carefully, but he didn't see any red marks on the paper.

Ugh.
Sighing, Zhang San kindly reminded: "Although Amanda Waller is dead, you should be in prison now, do you understand?"

"I know, I just feel a little bored and want to talk to them."

"Forget it, I feel like everyone in the town knows who you are anyway." Zhang San said lazily.

A long time ago, Chris came out of the hospital wearing a peace messenger costume, and then went directly to the restaurant to eat. This guy really didn't worry about being exposed.

It should be said that he has been exposed, but everyone in the town pretends not to know him.

If you look at it this way, he is the Batman in the small town of Evergreen, Chris Wayne.

Still a poor man's version with no money.

"Big boss, business hasn't been very good lately."

Sophia came over from behind the counter and talked to Zhang San about the recent revenue situation, which was getting worse day by day since the traffic of Haiou disappeared.

As the hands-off shopkeeper, Zhang San also knew, so he found a new job for Haiou in advance.

Go make staff meals for Wayne Group workers.

N,O.

"NO."

The seagull stepping on the pressure plate showed him its attitude. It no longer wanted to give people French fries.

"I really wish it would be finished soon so I can say goodbye to my job of giving people French fries."

The Lex Group's toy factory has been shut down for so long and is completely out of business. Sophia wants to find a new job with the Wayne Group.

"You're thinking of changing jobs before my chip shop closes down? I'll pay you double how much the Wayne Group paid you."

"Come on, your store won't be open for long."

Seeing a customer walking in, Sophia turned and went back behind the counter.

Emotional guru Chris shook his head speechlessly. He felt that his buddy was like a vigilante when it came to picking up girls.

He decided to teach his brother the fastest way to break through a woman's defense, and that was to use money.

"Change your own mouth first, master of ideas."

A raised middle finger was the greeting Zhang San left for Chris before leaving.

(End of this chapter)