People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 33 033. Facts have proven
Bruce inserted a USB flash drive engraved with the bat mark into the laptop next to him:

"Help me analyze these things. I want to know if the teleportation technology in them can be used by humans."

The steel frame on the other side immediately scanned the data in the computer with the inserted USB disk, and quickly built all the technologies in the data:
"In the simulation experiment, it can transport living things. These technologies are all fine."

"Very good, thank you for your hard work."

Pulling out the USB flash drive, Bruce drove away from this small city with the computer he bought for more than 1000 US dollars...

In a video store.

A young man wearing a gray sweater and covering his face with a mask was rummaging through the store for valuables.

However, there was nothing in the drawer on the first floor except a pile of useless paper, so he quietly went to the second floor.

Starting from the nearest room, the young man who covered his head and wore cotton gloves found nothing and stared at the locked room at the end of the corridor.

Click...click...click.

He easily solved the door lock, but when he opened the door, he almost peed.

In an office-like environment, a boy in green clothes was tightly chained to a recliner!

"omg..."

He was stunned for a moment, because the scene in front of him was very similar to what those good buddies in prison had told him.

Some psychopaths kidnap little boys and dress them in weird clothes...

goo-dong...

The fear caused by the impact of the story kept amplifying in his heart, and when he was about to escape from the house, a faint cry for help stopped him.

It was the little boy tied up on the recliner who was asking for help!
Gritting his teeth, the hesitation on the young man's face suddenly turned into firmness, and he tried to help the other party.

Five locks were hung on the chains binding the boy's hands, feet and neck. After a brief consideration, he first tried to lift the recliner.

It's a bit heavy, but he can lift it!

Then he opened the next window again, but after looking at the height, he gave up his original idea.

After closing the door, the young man was about to unlock the five locks.

Just when he opened the fourth lock, there was a sudden movement outside the house.

There is a car parked downstairs!
The young man who realized that something was going to happen accelerated the speed of unlocking, and the 'boy' who lost his upper body restraint was also unchaining himself.

click.

"Jump out the window with me."

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, the young man helped the boy he rescued and ran quickly to the window.

Unfortunately, the two of them were pulled to the ground by a huge force before they ran a few steps, and then an Asian face appeared in the young man's field of vision.

"You are quite courageous."

Zhang San grabbed the judo master lying on the ground and punched him directly in the stomach.

"Uh"

The judo master, who was starving and only ate one meal a day, fainted immediately after this blow.

"He's just a kid!"

The young man who saw this scene was angry, and he was ready to defeat the opponent with the kung fu he learned from the movie.

But when he saw a group of people with guns standing at the door, the anger in his heart quickly turned into fear.

Even the body that had just stood up was so frightened that it collapsed to the ground.

Zhang San glanced at the judo master in his hand, and asked him suspiciously, "Don't you read the news?"

"I…"

The young man dominated by fear trembled and said: "I...I just got out of prison..."

The young man's name is Jack, he is white, and he is 21 this year.When he was just 18 years old, he was sentenced to three years in prison for stealing a car and hiding a pistol on his body.

He had no idea about the big news lately.

Due to professional habits, Zhang San searched his lower body.As a result, he found that this man was not very honest and actually had a folding knife in his trouser pocket.

"I use it for self-defense..."

Perhaps because he understood how false his words sounded, Jack lowered his head and dared not look at Zhang San.

Next to him, Chris and the vigilantes re-tied the judo master to the recliner, and they also hung up the lock that Jack had unlocked.

Then a few people took him downstairs, Zhang San took out his police officer ID, looked at the other party and said:
"You should get a job, Jack."

"Please officer, I don't want to go to jail..."

Three years of prison experience made Jack very painful because he was white and thin, and the prison was almost entirely filled with black people...

He never wanted to go back to prison.

"I can let you go this time, but you have to promise me that you will honestly find a job after you go out."

"I swear to God! Officer, I'll never be a thief again."

"No, you should swear to me."

Seeing Officer Zhang in front of him pull out his big gun, Jack couldn't help swallowing at the black muzzle of the gun.

"I swear to you...I'm going to get a job honestly."

...

After solving the matter in the video store, Zhang San took Chris and the vigilante to search the homes of the three women.

Not only did they get back the small spaceships of the butterflies, but they also packed the valuables in the house.

"Sir, Old Jack sent the money."

Kara, who opened the door for them, said to Zhang San.

"how many?"

"520."

Zhang San was not surprised when he heard this number. Rich people love that kind of thing.

There are many medicines on the market to treat spent cannons, but there are almost no side effects like the ones he sells.

Just one pill can make a weak black-eyed and pot-bellied man burst into a fierce offensive that lasts for half an hour.

If only a small bottle hadn't been pumped out...

"Transfer me 190 million, and you can keep the rest."

Since the stuff Shilian released last time was too rubbish, Zhang San decided to take some interest first.

He will be able to lift the seal when the Wayne Group sends over the dividends.

But before smoking, he went to visit the three women who were locked in the glass room in the basement by Kara.

"Are you going to keep them like this?"

Through the glass, Chris saw the still angry women.

"Keep them first, they will be valuable when the others starve to death."

Rare things are more expensive, and these three will bring him good income when all the butterflies in the world die of starvation.

The glass room has everything, a bed, a bathroom, a separate toilet...

Zhang San also thoughtfully provided them with a lot of board games to prevent them from getting bored, and there was even a TV outside the glass room to watch.

Just can't switch channels.

"So, is that mosquito dead?"

The vigilante's words reminded Zhang San, and several people went upstairs and opened the door to the staff dormitory.

The mice and the eagle were eating snacks and watching TV on the bed. The mung bean flies were also beside them, and a needle inserted diagonally appeared on the table where the insect box was placed.

There is also a thin thread threaded through the hole of the needle, and the mosquito's body is hanging on the thread, drifting in the wind blowing in from the window...

(End of this chapter)