life as a police officer in america

There are other reasons for the prank. The woman in front of me really doesn't look like a takeaway.

But she looks a bit like Jones Mayday.

The girl seemed to be calculating Wang Dengming's intentions.

"How do you know I'm a policeman? I'm not wearing a police uniform."

Wang Dengming was wearing a pair of casual shorts, a white sweatshirt, and sandals on his feet.

"There is only one man in the villa tonight, and the man is a policeman."

"Who told you that?"

"A happy person who pays the bill."

"Is it a man or a woman?"

“Sorry, no comment”

"Aren't you afraid that I will arrest you?"

"You will never arrest me, get in the car."

Officer Wang hesitated.

"Don't you dare? Officer."

Wang Dengming has never had takeaways like this before. It’s interesting, indeed.

"Where do you live?"

"You'll know when we get there, get in the car."

"Okay, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

"Hold my waist, tighter!"

Wang Dengming not only hugged her waist, but also extended his hand to her chest.

The racing motorcycle was still traveling in a straight line, and the female rider did not lose direction due to Wang Dengming's deliberate indecency.

They came to a bar: the King's Bar.

The building direction of the bar is at right angles to the road. There is a strong smell of urine at the door. I don't know if it is the work of cats or homeless people. The entrance is only wide enough for two people to barely enter and exit side by side.

Six lanterns hung from the unpainted and soot-covered rafters. The light from these lanterns shone downward at a steep angle, casting everything below in shadow.

The takeaway took Wang Dengming forward.

To his right, there was a long bar. The top of the bar was made of several thick wooden boards, supported by several thick split logs, and the logs were erected on the uneven wooden floor.

There is a door to the left of the bar.

Wang Dengming followed and walked in.

Five people were sitting at a table playing cards; they did not raise their heads to look at Wang Dengming, and they did not speak. The snapping of cards and the subtle rattling of chips made the room become increasingly silent.

Elsewhere in the hall, there were several other groups of people sitting at dark tables chatting and drinking.

When Wang Dengming walked to their table, these people raised their heads in unison, but randomly pretended not to see Wang Dengming.

They came to the end of the room.

There is another door here.

Open this door, and there are corridors and rooms separated by wooden boards.

There are three rooms, and the door of each room is open.

When people arrived here, Wang Dengming became cautious.

He had no idea how dangerous it would be if he did this.

Are there any traps here?

For example, a staircase that turns you away along a chute in the dark, a piece of furniture with hidden arrows, a clock that fires bullets, or a knife that stabs you, a silent pistol installed in a safe, a falling object on the ceiling, or a floor.

The trap on the bed uses your body temperature to heat it, and then spits out poisonous gas, etc.

"What are you waiting for?"

she urged.

Her waist is slender and her back has a graceful curve.

The strange thing is that she is clearly standing, but the shadow reflected on the wall seems to be sitting. The shadow does not belong to this girl.

The optic nerve travels across the room.

In the room, there was no light above the head, only a small orange table lamp on the bedside table.

The small desk lamp is not powerful enough to illuminate the entire room.

What was the girl's purpose? It was definitely not a takeaway. Wang Dengming's judgment was that it was a trick created by those who wanted to take away the jade statue.

Are you a little too confident to follow her to this small dark room with no windows and only two exhaust fans?

Although the black room is small, its style is romantic and ambiguous, like a Western-style new house.

"What are you waiting for?"

She turned her back to Wang Dengming and urged again.

"Your people will be at the door."

She turned around and said, "Are you scared? You didn't bring your mobile phone or your pistol. You're alone."

"You finally came to the conclusion, what is your purpose? Call your boss out."

He felt her breath on his cheeks.

"You should not doubt the sincerity of a contributor, even the lowest contributor, because with people like us, society will be stable. The men who come in here will soon pay and leave, and other men will come again, and they will

There are many other men, and so are you, but someone pays for you."

Wang Dengming smiled cruelly.

This kind of smile is called the prelude to killing the opponent, and that kind of smile is called the smile that makes the opponent immortal forever.

Since the other party wants to play, let’s play.

"Man, you have no sense of humor!"

"Do you understand your situation? If you challenge the ghost police - you will definitely - damn inevitably - go to jail for at least three years. Call your boss and I won't make it difficult for you."

The girl took out a box from the bedside table and opened it. There were several white pills that looked like aspirin.

"How many years in prison does this require? Isn't this more serious than using a computer to sneak into other people's company databases and steal payment passwords?"

"Call your boss, right away, I repeat one last time."

"Madman, you are crazy!"

The girl put on her clothes quickly.

She opened the door, stood at the door of the room, and said, "You are the most useless man I have ever seen, bah!"

Wang Dengming walked towards him, and two men appeared at the door.

A tall and thin man with a ridiculous goatee, like a beggar's prop.

The other is like a certain indigenous tribe in Papua New Guinea who wears wild boar tusks on their noses to look cool.

But this native was so strong and scary that he also carried a long, sharp knife on his shoulder.

"Takeaway girl, stop!"

The native asked the girl: "Is that him?"

The girl nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, he is a madman, Losey."

Losey: "Boy, whether you do it or not, the tip of a thousand dollars cannot be less than a penny."

"Boy, listen up, police! Do you dare to blackmail the police?"

"I don't dare to blackmail anyone. My nickname is Lose, the senior tip collector."

Wang Dengming asked Goatee: "What about you?"

“Strategic Toll Taker.”

Wang Dengming laughed dumbly.

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

Not only did these two people refuse to let him go, they also blocked the corridor, and the girl left without looking back.

The two of them are still trying to block the way!

However, the senior toll collector brandished a long knife and slashed at Wang Dengming's life gate viciously!

He is cutting to death!

Although Wang Dengming said at least four times: I am a policeman.

But this guy slashed even more fiercely.

During the fight, Wang Dengming was able to grab the sword with his bare hands, and now the long knife was in his hand.

The strategic toll collector handed him another knife.

Wang Dengming was no longer polite. In the melee, he struck out with a knife and the guy's head fell to the ground.

Lose's head suddenly widened and his eyes widened, staring at him blankly!