People in DC, every day administrative leave

time to night

The 'superhero' lost to the villain once again. The woman who rolled herself up with a blanket turned her back to Zhang San and fell asleep, while he leaned on the bed and took the phone next to him to read the new messages he had received in the previous half hour. .

John Constantine (the British guy who doesn’t like to tell the truth): Good friend, do you want to go to Mexico with us? All-inclusive price!

Free things often have many hidden traps. The exorcist master seems to be in trouble again. How can he be so kind as a seller of fake goods?

Without replying in a hurry, Zhang San took out another mobile phone.

Ivy: Photo.jpg Look at my new car, what do you think?

Ivy: I didn’t expect you to care about the earth’s internal problems, but setting your goal in the universe? Is this really what you came up with?

Ivy: I suddenly feel that cars are a bit outdated.

Poison Ivy, who lived in the next town, seemed to suggest that he help change transportation, so Zhang San sent a photo of a fighter jet and attached a sentence.

104-key keyboard: Photo.jpg Can I replace it with this one? It basically has no shortcomings except that it consumes a lot of fuel and requires a long runway and routine maintenance.

Almost as soon as I sent it, the woman on the other end immediately responded with a message.

Ivy: It's so big and I don't like looking at things that are big and actually fragile.

104-key keyboard: Have you been looking for a job recently? That IOU has your name written on it.

Ivy: The topic change is a bit abrupt! How about you come to my house now and let's go to the bedroom to talk about another way to repay the money?

Zhang San decisively closed the dialogue between him and Poison Ivy, then glanced at Constantine's account, which had not sent him a message, and then put the phone back.

It shouldn't be a big deal if the British guy didn't ask Keyboard to help. He's probably just some demon possessing humans.

Unfortunately, things were different from what he thought. The phone that rang suddenly woke up Zhang San, who had just fallen asleep after playing with his phone for several hours.

The caller was Constantine, and soon after he hung up the call, the phone rang again.

Um.

Barbara, who was sleeping next to her, stirred.

In order to get a good night's sleep, Zhang San turned off his constantly ringing cell phone.

The next day, after breakfast at Barbara's house, Officer Zhang, who went to work at the police station with his partner, was called to the office by Chief Daniel.

"Someone is going to sue you."

"what?"

What the hell?

Not only was Zhang San loved by everyone in the town of Evergreen, at least he was a bad policeman who the black aunts told their children would come and arrest them if they cried.

Who doesn't have any brains and is going to sue him?

"They said you shouldn't miss."

The director took out a stack of things, and the content on it was probably that the black boy who was held hostage by Toby before and some wounds on his neck were all caused by the police officer deliberately not shooting.

It is also mentioned here that Officer Zhang is very unfriendly to black people and will make more rounds in specific communities when patrolling.

Putting down the document in his hand, Zhang San sat back on his chair and said to Director Daniel nonchalantly: "The crime rate in the black community is the highest in our town, and you know that, Director."

"It's not just me who knows, we all know. The town chief, the mayor, the governor, everyone knows where the crime rate in the place they manage mainly comes from, but this matter still needs to be discussed at a press conference."

"Still the same old practice?"

"I have already made arrangements for you. You can go directly with Mark in one hour." Director Daniel handed him the manuscript he had prepared in advance.

The ace police officer who shrugged his shoulders and felt no pressure took the things and returned to his office. Barbara, who was waiting for him, asked with her eyes. When she learned that it was the black people who wanted to sue Zhang San, she was a little confused about the other party's logic.

"Don't try to say things to brainless people that require brains to understand. Don't look at the manuscript the director gave me. There are so many words in it. I will only say a few words when I go there later."

Putting the manuscript in the drawer, Officer Zhang turned on the computer and checked today's news in Mexico.

After skipping a lot of daily life of gang fights and so on, he saw a very special news headline.

[Mexico City Massacre! The missing children in the monastery and the arrested murderer. ]

Click on this news that was released less than half an hour ago. The photo of the murderer arrested by the Mexican police looks a bit familiar.

He had blond hair and his white shirt was dirty and covered in blood. In the video when he was arrested, you can still see his expression clearly knowing that he was in trouble.

John Constantine, the master exorcist who kept calling him last night.

Why did a British guy end up in jail when he traveled to Mexico overnight? Are you still regarded as a murderer by others?

I really don’t know what this guy is thinking. Is that place in Mexico accessible to ordinary people?

Zhang San suspected that the other party called him last night and wanted to help him get him out. After all, this guy had tricked him one after another, and he had very few friends with whom he could talk.

But it would be good to let this damn liar experience the local customs and customs in a Mexican prison. Anyway, even the devil can't kill him, so he probably won't die in the prison's public bathroom.

It's just that the chrysanthemum has to suffer. The British guy's appearance makes him the most beautiful bride in prison.

Knock knock knock.

"We have to get through."

Captain Mark opened the door and called the two of them out. He took Officer Zhang and Barbara into a police car.

The location of the press conference is still the same place, a relatively clean open space outside the black community.

Nearly a dozen officers from the Evergreen Police Department are here to maintain order, if you don't look at the rifles, bulletproof helmets and body armor they carry.

To show his sincerity, Chief Daniel also had a SWAT car drive up as the background of the press conference.

The reporter who took the photo was their old acquaintance Dave, nicknamed Scud.

A group of family members of the black boy, the black people who supported them, and a few white people stood in front of the podium. Looking at Zhang San and his partner who had just arrived, the mood of the group suddenly became excited:

"Murderer! You are a murderer!"

???

The police officer who had just stepped onto the stage heard the words below and went directly to the microphone and said: "Who called the murderer? Is Darren Stone already dead?!"

"He has suffered severe mental damage! It's because of you! Now he has to feed me every day!"

The black aunt, wiping away tears, pointed at him and complained.

"Ma'am, you have to be lucky that I shot quickly, otherwise your son would be living in a coffin right now."

Facing this group of brainless things, Zhang San was ready to add a few words and leave. (End of chapter)