life as a police officer in america

For the first time, Chief Wang had a deep understanding of the embarrassment of not being able to respond every day and not being able to work properly.

In the dark night when you can't see your fingers, the probability of falling to death is much greater when you go down than when you climb up.

Where is the focus?

He was stuck in a dangerous position with no point of strength on the top and no point of kicking on the bottom.

The rock walls here are not like the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. At least you can see uneven wrinkles. The rock walls here are smooth as if they have been polished manually.

The miraculous craftsmanship of nature should not appear here.

Just then, a rope suddenly fell on his face.

The sudden rope made Wang Dengming almost unable to hold on to the stone wall and fell down.

The thick hemp rope was right in front of my nose, and a flashlight swayed above my head in circles.

He didn't know what was going on. If Hansen's people found him and specially threw a rope down, waiting for him to grab the rope and climb halfway, and then cut the rope, Chief Wang would have no choice but to be reincarnated to meet the King of Hell.

But if it’s not Hansen’s guy, then who is it?

Grit your teeth and die!

He grabbed the rope and struggled to climb up. As he climbed, he prayed that it must not be the island owner Hansen's people, never, never.

Of course, the speeds of climbing up by grabbing a rope and climbing up with bare hands are completely different.

The closer it gets to the top, the closer Wang Dengming's heart gets to his throat, feeling like it's just a millimeter away from popping out.

After being an instructor for so many years, he never thought that his glorious choice would result in him being thrown to death.

With the blessing of Tathagata, he climbed to the top of the cliff smoothly, the rope was not broken, and his good hands and feet were not damaged at all.

The person throwing the rope was a young islander. He was barefoot and bare-chested, with bulging bronze muscles.

"Thank you, who are you?"

The young man said a few words, but Wang Dengming didn't understand. He shook his head and motioned for Wang Dengming to follow him.

He walked lightly and swiftly, making almost no sound when his feet hit the ground.

Wang Dengming followed closely behind.

After passing through a complex forest, passing two mountain passes, and passing a lumber camp, the young man led Wang Dengming to a dark house.

A house made of black stone.

In front of the stone gate, there were four islanders armed with spears and firecrackers.

Wang Dengming walked in and saw a man of about forty-five years old sitting at the stone table in front of the dimly flickering candles.

This man wore a black cloak, his messy chin beard was more than a foot long, and his eyebrows were also terrifyingly long, extending to his temples.

At first glance, he looks like a ferocious savage.

But although this person's eyes were vicious and vicious, he was not malicious towards Wang Dengming, and was even friendly.

Wang Dengming also immediately understood that this person was a friend, not an enemy, and the person who threw the rope was sent by him.

The man gestured and asked Wang Dengming to sit down on a round stone table next to him.

Wang Dengming sat down and said: "Thank you, brother." The other party said: "Hello, Chief Wang."

Thank goodness the man spoke English, although his English would scare people away.

"Hello, how do you know my identity?"

"Your friend, Sensi, she--told me, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"It was your friend who saved me. His name is Azares. Thank you."

It turns out that all this is a story created by the tour guide, so who is this person in front of me? At least this person is not the same as the island owner Hansen.

"Boss, please speak slowly. Your English is worse than mine. You can speak slowly."

Although the man in front of me can speak English, when he speaks it, it is so bad that it will make people collapse.

The gunshots in the castle continued. Although Wang Dengming was anxious, he had to sort things out first.

A few minutes later, Wang Dengming figured out the situation. This man's name was Braulio C. Curtis, the former owner of Evil Witch Island. The hateful Hansen not only deprived him of his position as island owner through cunning tricks, but also made him the owner of the island.

After being imprisoned for several years, Braulio C. Curtis's daughter was also forced to become Hansen's third wife, and Braulio C. Curtis's wife became Hansen's slave.

It was obvious that describing the relationship between the former island owner and Hansen as bitter and bitter was no longer enough. He wanted to chop Hansen into pieces.

There is no need to say more, and there is no need for a blood-sucking alliance. Wang Dengming and the former island owner quickly became comrades in the same trench.

The former island owner's plan is very simple. He still has some influence on Evil Witch Island. He wants to use his remaining influence to create a big battle. He will lead his people to attack Hansen, and Hansen will inevitably lead his people to fight back.

There is only one thing Wang Dengming dares to do, which is to kill Hansen at the right opportunity. As long as Hansen is dead, the former island owner will be back, and the danger to Senxi and the others will of course be lifted.

This plan is perfect! There is no plan more perfect than this. Hansen must not have expected that the former island owner would suddenly attack.

The two discussed some details and prepared to go separate ways.

Before taking action, Wang Dengming asked: "Island owner, how did you know that I would climb up the cliff?"

"It's your woman, Sensi said."

"I've become a sperm, this woman!"

Wang Dengming was lying in ambush near Hansen's residence. At the wooden house where Senxi was, gunshots were still ringing and the phone was ringing. The former island owner was right, capture the thief first and capture the king first. As long as Hansen is killed, everything will be solved.

Wang Dengming, one man and one gun cannot save Senxi and the others.

Not long after Wang Dengming laid his ambush, a fire broke out in front of Hansen's house.

The former island owner led more than a dozen people and shot at Hansen's house while shouting.

Sure enough, the furious Hansen led his men to fight back, and the former island owner led Hansen towards the place where Wang Dengming was ambush.

Wang Dengming's ambush point is very convenient for ambush. The sight is wide and unobstructed. Even if the targeted target is lying on the ground, Wang Dengming can blow the target's head.

Hansen's men were holding torches, and the light was so good that Wang Dengming thought it would be difficult to hit accurately.

Hansen was concentrating on chasing the former island owner, but unexpectedly a bullet came and hit his left thigh. Before he could scream, another bullet hit his right shoulder continuously.

Wang Dengming originally wanted to kill this guy with one shot, but he changed his mind and didn't want to kill him. He still had too many questions to ask him. Among the many questions, the drug case was secondary.

Who would have thought that Hansen could still be half-kneeling, holding his head and cursing after being hit by two bullets.

Before the opponent's guns could beat him into a hornet's nest, Wang Dengming's third shot hit Hansen in the chest, causing the guy to fall to the ground.

The former island owner immediately yelled. Wang Dengming couldn't understand him, but he was probably proving his identity. He was now the island owner, and as long as he put down his weapons, there would be no further investigation.

There were three disobedient people around Hansen, shouting at the former island owner, as if they did not listen to the former island owner's persuasion.

Wang Dengming was not polite, he shot one and knocked down two of them.

Hansen's people finally surrendered, and the former island owner is back!

The people who besieged Senxi recognized the identity of the former island owner soon after he appeared in front of them. The wooden door opened, and the tour guide Azares walked in the front, holding a submachine gun in his hand, like a god.

Damn it, this police chief has been overshadowed by the limelight!

(End of chapter)