The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The southeast part of Barton was recently shrouded in anxiety, because the ‘socialists’ at night often stumbled over something under a drunken walk, and then fell to a cold body—the corpse.八 ●? 一 ▼ Chinese ▲ Web www.81ｚw.com?

This is still a relatively good situation, and the worse thing is that the night swimmer becomes the body that trips over others.

Call the police? Well, the patrol officer on patrol in this piece is called Coulson, and that's right, the Coulson we know. Now, he is still a small policeman in the southeast, let us see what he looked like when he was young.

This little patrol of about thirty years can only beat the steering wheel of his patrol car angrily, and then yelled at the radio to call for support. But no one would come, it was inexplicable sympathy.

Look, at dusk, in a crowded alleyway, he stood beside the patrol car again, yelling at the radio, "Eight corpses! I have reported eight corpses! You let me write first Report! Report! Report! Report to your mother! Where did my previous report go ?! Has it been sent to the homicide group ?! Are all the homicide groups dead! "

"Can you shut up?" The gloomy man turned his head and glanced at the patrol officer Kou Sen who was yelling at the alleyway. With cold eyes, he turned back to the corpse lying on the ground in the alleyway and greeted those around People, "Take away, notify the family, contact the funeral home."

Snapped! The radio with no progress was hung up, and Coulson rushed to the commanding man, "What the **** are you doing! This is the crime scene! Don't move ..."

Coulson had also been 'righteous', but, immediately, he shut up and put his hand on the truncheon on his waist, but did not follow any other actions. ●● Bayi Chinese ◆ ■ Net. www.81zw.com ■ Because reality is cruel, four or five guns were pointed at him.

The man glanced at Coulson with little motion, and that was the most direct contempt. He continued to wave and instruct the people on both sides, indicating to the body. "Take away."

Coulson watched as the corpse was moved away, which was convenient. The corpse was gone, and he didn't need to try to write the ninth report destined not to reach the murder team.

Uh. But there are more important things to worry about now. The gun pointing at Coulson doesn't seem to mean to let go, and what does Coulson have? There was a call to the radio that was jammed, there was a baton ... This little incident that was born in the alley seemed to end badly.

"Do you have a license (with a gun)?" The situation was bad, but Coulson still made efforts. After all, he still wears a police uniform.

"Are you going to attack the police?" Coulson's wrinkled eyes swept over the person who pointed the gun at him. "Destroy the crime scene, hold the gun, and now add a conviction!" Finally, the eyes fell on the ordered The man.

The man didn't look at Coulson at all, but watched himself carry the body away, thinking in silence. It seems that thinking has no results, and as if remembered, he looked at the patrol staring at himself and said, "You. Haven't seen you before, newcomer."

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"It seems so." The man shook his head. "Do you know who I am?"

"Criminal!" Coulson squeezed out two words.

"Oh." Sneering, the man looked around, waved his hand, and the man with the gun closed the gun. "Everyone called me 'General'." Looking at Coson's uniform, "You better remember it. , We will have a chance to meet in the future. Now get away, I ’m not interested in a useless guy like you. "

Coulson pursed his lips tightly. Is it useless? He really has nothing to refute. The man who could only stare at himself as a ‘general’ went further and further away and disappeared into the bar called [General Rest Station]. A heavy hammer hit the door, cursing in a low voice.

What is the content of scolding, there is ‘general’. He also has his own police uniform for him ... I hope everyone understands.

Suddenly, Coulson felt something, turned around suddenly, and saw a civilian staring at this corner on the corner of the street—a middle-aged Indian woman wearing a garish shawl, of course, our Siberian blast.

"Look what!" Coulson scolded with a wave of his hand, which was obviously outraged. Who knows if this civilian saw the whole process of his little patrol being abused! Coulson's temper like looking for something to anger, has nothing to do with his age, "What's so beautiful! Look elsewhere!"

Spira turned away with no expression, and retreated to the street corner.

After a while, the sound of the collision of the doors sounded and the patrol car drove away.

"He's gone." At the foot of Spella, there seemed to be something protruding in the shadows of the buildings in the evening. Although there was a bunch of people of Inan appearance behind Spella, this voice was not made by anyone. Even, this voice is full of childishness.

"Wandel, what about the corpse." Spella seemed to speak to the shadow.

"It's the vampire." The voice in the shadow replied, "Blood loss is consistent with the wound, but ..."

Spira frowned, "But what."

"Is he really Toredo?" In the shadow, known as Wandel (shadow man) ... the guy's tone is a little scornful, "This is the vampire I have seen the worst eating action, it seems not quite in line with the legend Toredo, aren't they all guys who like to pursue clean and tidy? "

"Huh." Seebella seemed too lazy to judge anything. "He is so self-proclaimed, no matter what he is, threatening our lives will be removed." Seebella turned back and looked at the Indian people behind him, "Look The news is correct. He went to Herman's factory for the last time and hid it after he stole something. Just settle him here. "

Spella looked around and smiled, "Huh. It's much more convenient here."

The convenience she said refers to the convenience in the southeast. Needless to say, patrol officer Kou Sen's little encounter is enough to explain. Oh, I am afraid that the southeast has exploded, and no one will control it, let alone just kill a vampire! Convenient enough!

"Fall out, find him." Spella gave an order and walked out of the corner.

The Indians spread out behind Spira and went in all directions to drive out the vampire hiding here.

"What are you doing." Just after a few steps, Spella turned her frown and turned to look at the Inan man who was behind him. "'Shooter' (James followed the Inan who chased the raging earth. , At the time of Zhengfan, under Anthony), what are you doing with me? "

"Kordon (who always takes care of her husband by Spira) can't come, let me protect you." "Sagittarius" answered without expression.

"I don't need to protect." Spellara pulled the shawl on her shoulder. I didn't know what was hidden in the shawl. There was a crisp metal collision.

But the ‘shooter’ obviously did n’t want to listen to Siberia and continued to follow her, the atmosphere was awkward.

It should be to ease the atmosphere, the shooter said an off-topic, "Does the Fireflies really want to keep their daughter (Alice) in Button? Everyone is very curious."

So the reason why Koden did n’t participate in this siege vampire operation is that the blast family came to the guest, just mention it.

Spella looked back at the shooter and said, "It's about everyone's farts." No longer talking. (To be continued.)