life as a police officer in america

A week later, Moen seems to have stopped harassing Wang Dengming. This is good. The treasures in the Skull Valley can buy the whole of Chicago. Moen will count, right?

When Wang Dengming thought about what he said, he secretly laughed, "Grandma is such a bear, fight me with your IQ!"

Unexpectedly, before three minutes of success, the ferret sent a video. In the video, the butcher Gordon Bu was caught, locked up in a small room, and beaten into disgrace.

"The boss said that he was also involved in the port matter. He went there secretly and it has nothing to do with you."

After Wang Dengming heard this, he asked: "What next?"

Ferret: "The boss said that if we don't pay the three million US dollars to ransom people, the slaughterer of Gordon Bu will die."

Wang Dengming was dumbfounded, three million US dollars!

The ferret continued: "Whether Tu Gebu admits that you sent him to the port or not, Tu Gebu will be finished if we don't pay him."

I go!

Paying three million U.S. dollars in exchange for the life of the butcher Gordon Bu is too fucking painful.

"Okay, I understand, go and do your work."

Snow Weasel left the office. Wang Dengming looked at the video in the player, watched it over and over again, and invited Qin Huai back.

"What do you think, Master?"

Qin Huai frowned and said, "How did Moen know that you sent the butcher Gordon Bu?"

"How do I know? Only I, you, and Senxi know about this."

"Chief, it looks like this Moen is more powerful than we thought. This time, you lose.'

"I admit, I lost, they caught Butcher Gordon Bu."

Qin Huai was silent for a while: "Did Senxi tell this?"

"Unlikely."

"Are you sure?"

It was Wang Dengming's turn to be silent.

"I also know that the butcher Gordon Bu went to the port."

Wang Dengming smiled: "I will definitely not doubt you. Master, tell me, how should I handle this matter?"

"To give or not to give is just two ways, there is no other way."

"If you don't give it, will Moen really kill the butcher Gordon Bu?"

Qin Huai counted his fingers and said, "Yes, for sure."

Wang Dengming smiled bitterly: "What else can I do? Just give it."

"That's three million dollars, three million dollars!"

"I know, as long as you have a clear conscience, it's fine. I asked Tu Tianbu to go there."

Qin Huai gave a thumbs up: "A good rabbit from the Rabbit Kingdom, okay, that's the only way it can be. Tu Gebu is loyal to you."

"How to say?"

"If he exposed you, would you be beaten so badly?"

"But if we give you money, we are not asking for it."

"Is it still meaningful to talk about this now?"

"Well, I hate Moen!"

"Give him three million back, and you still have three million in hand, and you still made money."

"I'm just afraid that he will ask for the money back little by little."

"So, your opponent is smarter than you think."

The next day, Scorpion sent the man back and he was immediately taken to the hospital. His injuries were serious.

After Tu Tianbu was sent to the hospital, he was in a coma for two days before waking up. When he saw Wang Dengming, he said: "Sergeant, I didn't betray..."

Wang Dengming waved his hand and said, "I understand, just take good care of yourself."

"I will return your three million to you."

Wang Dengming laughed and scolded: "Can you afford to give me back your sister?"

After saying that, Tu Gebu was punched in the chest. The pain made Tu Gebu shed tears. For the rest, Wang Dengming wanted to find traditional Chinese medicine and forced Tu Gebu to drink the medicine. This time, Tu Ge

Denbu was very cooperative.

On the third night after Tu Tianbu was admitted to the hospital, Wang Dengming was lying on the bed, still feeling sorry for his three million.

Damn it, Moen, you old thing, wait!

Wang Dengming was gnashing his teeth and cursing in Chinese, while Senxi was giggling on the side.

"why are you laughing?"

"I think you are very silly when you are angry, um, and also very cute."

"Yes, thank you."

"Tell me your opinion. How did Moen know that the massacre of Gordon Bob was going to the port?"

"Think for yourself."

Wang Dengming then thought about it seriously, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "My IQ is limited, so let's put it aside for now."

Almost at the same time, Moen was lying on the bed in a hotel in Los Angeles, with Montreal sitting next to him.

"Moen, do you really want to keep playing like this?"

"Yes, my old man, don't you think that little policeman is interesting?"

The muscles on Montreal's face seemed to be more relaxed than before, and his eyelids covered half of his eyeballs. He tried hard to open his eyelids and said: "I repeat my position again, why do we make things so complicated?

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"It's not complicated at all, everything is under my control."

"Do you really believe that there is treasure in Makuku Valley?"

"Believe it a little, but not everything, old man."

Montreal sighed: "I always feel that you are playing with fire, Moen, and something will happen."

"Don't you think we all look young playing with such an interesting little policeman? Chief, Chinese Chief, I now have a deeper understanding of the Chinese people."

"Can you tell me?"

"Of course, my impression of Chinese people is that they are timid and afraid of getting into trouble. This king interests me very much."

"No, I don't think so. Dear Moen, we must be cautious and get back the USB flash drive Sensi gave him as soon as possible. This is the most important thing."

Moen shook his head confidently: "No, there is no need to be nervous. Do you know where the most fatal weakness of this Chinese police chief is?"

Montreal thought about it and said, "Women."

"Yes, he is very lustful. If we know his weaknesses, it will be easier for us to deal with him."

"The problem is that Senxi is no longer under our control, and neither is Fengge Lilong."

"You are right, but he also has a woman who slept with him. She is his subordinate, named Jones Medi. I have sent people to find her. I believe there will be results soon,"

Montreal nodded: "But I heard that she is a police officer."

"Police? Isn't that Chinese also a policeman?"

"You mean, you want to use him to your advantage?"

Moen shook his head heavily, using movements that were inappropriate for his age, just like a young man, with a large swing. The loose muscles on his neck seemed to be unable to bear the weight of his head, and he kept trembling: "No, old man

Man, why do you have such an idea? This is not a good idea, absolutely not, this is a stupid idea, I don't trust the Chinese, just like you don't trust the Jews, I won't do anything to anyone.

The Chinese, this hateful and bold Chinese monkey, the descendant of the disgusting braided man, he actually dared to blackmail me, he dared to steal my woman, my vagina, he actually dared to blackmail me, plot against me, make fun of me, humiliate me,

Teasing me, I will torture him slowly until he kneels down and beg me for mercy. I will let him keep struggling in fear and pain. I will let him watch his women die one by one in front of him, right in front of him.

In front of me, a tragic death, a shrill death, a screaming death, I want to make his women's skins into works of art, and sell their organs to the most filthy natives, including Sensi, including his children, that wild man

Seed, Feng Ge Li Long, yes, that little bastard in the belly of the coquettish prosecutor general who doesn’t like men, I will throw his little bastard into the cauldron without hesitation, put caviar on it,

Yes, add some poppy shells and peanut butter, fill up with water, cover the lid, cook slowly over low heat, the taste must be very good, I want him to eat them all, not even a piece is left.

He will swallow the little fingernails, yes, he will swallow them. That scene must be beautiful! Finally, I will inject him with drugs, torture him, and burn him with a soldering iron. I want to learn the Chinese torture method.

It takes 3,600 knives to cut off his flesh. This is called Ling Chi, a patent invented by the Chinese. In this way, he will die slowly and bit by bit... Go... I want to make him a specimen.

That's it, that's it, old man, cough cough cough..."

Moen was still injured from being beaten by the butcher Gordon Bu last time. When he got excited, he coughed violently. Finally, he coughed up some dark bruises.

Montreal said nothing more and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

On the other side, Wang Dengming kept sneezing.

"Damn it, who is scolding me!"

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