life as a police officer in america

Wang Dengming looked around again.

"Do not believe?"

"Okay, I believe you are telling the truth. This island is haunted. Don't make your story too complicated. Simply tell me, where is the ghost?"

"You think I don't want to simplify?"

"Where is the ghost?"

"The ghost is behind you."

Wang Dengming turned around subconsciously, but found nothing. "You are very naughty, Mr. Brother Ying."

"Hehehehe... The police chief turns out to be so cowardly."

"The hole is already big enough, so why don't we dig it anymore?"

"Keep digging, Chinese police from the United States, you surprised me. Dig harder. Keep digging. This hole will bury two people. Well, maybe more."

Of course Wang Dengming would be alert if this guy suddenly said something like this.

He looked towards another wooden sign.

"You can turn it over and read it, I allow you to do so."

Wang Dengming bent down and picked up the wooden sign from the ground. It read: "Alantra. Tomb of Aran Yingge."

Wang Dengming was stunned.

"You want to bury yourself alive?"

"No, I asked you to bury me. I asked you to bury me. So, thank you for accompanying me to dig a hole tonight. Physical labor is uncomfortable. I haven't done this for a long time. That book is a small reward for you.

, no need to pay it back.”

"Brother, I can't understand your operation."

"If you can't understand, that means you are a fool. Your investigation is terrible and the progress of your investigation is seriously lagging behind. You should know that I can no longer live in this world."

Wang Dengming looked around again.

"Dig, Sheriff, I'll give you a book in exchange for digging holes, you'll make a lot of money!"

"Why are you helping me?"

"You should ask now what is written in the book."

"Yes, what is written."

"Then let's take a break and let's go up. We still need to dig deeper and bigger."

They climbed up the pit, and Wang Dengming estimated that five or six people, let alone two people, could fill such a large pit completely.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of the scene of burying the old hunter alive.

"You're distracted, Sheriff, and it's not good to be distracted in a situation like this."

Wang Dengming: "What do you mean?"

He suddenly felt the wind behind him. When he wanted to turn around, he was hit hard on the back by a wooden stick and he fell into the pit.

Not caring about being thrown upside down, he reached to draw the gun.

"Don't move, Chief Wang!"

Two red-eyed men appeared at the edge of the pit. The zombies had expressionless faces, and their eyes shone with scarlet malice in the night.

Two guns were pointed at him, a pistol and a semi-automatic rifle.

Brother Ying stands between two red-eyed people, the scene is funny and sci-fi.

This is a dialogue between two different races, the dwarves and the giants.

"I understand, Mr. Brother Ying, I am digging a hole for myself. I still fell into your trap. Well done. Well done."

Wang Dengming felt that he was doomed this time.

No matter how fast he draws his gun, the muzzle of his gun is already pointed at you, no matter how fast he draws his finger.

"You two, before I die, I have a few questions I want to know. First tell me, who are you and how many people are there in you?"

One of the TA Mr. said: "What can you do if you know?"

"My requirements are not high. I have to understand everything even if I die. Thank you. Can you tell me your number?"

The one on the left: "TA45."

The one on the right: "TA41"

"You are all friends with Mr. Ying Ge, right?"

"We have answered your question. You can go and die. Throw the gun up. Don't even think about resisting. It's useless... Mr. Brother Ying, start filling in the soil."

Wang Dengming honestly grabbed the barrel of the pistol and threw it up.

There is a pen on his chest, which is his last hope for survival.

"Before I die, I have one more request. Can you write down some last words?"

"Don't be ridiculous, we know what you are planning. The pen you are wearing was given to you by Hansen."

At that moment, Wang Dengming lost all hope and even wanted to die.

Damn, I underestimated the other person’s intelligence, and overestimated my own IQ.

"I don't know what you are talking about, this is my own pen."

Brother Ying smiled and said, "You're not going to copy cards, so why are you bringing a pen?"

Wang Dengming stared at Brother Ying angrily: "I understand, you are showing kindness to me just to wait for the result like tonight, to wait for me to dig my own grave, right?"

"You're not stupid."

Wang Dengming was so angry that he wanted to hit his head on the ground, but now was not the time to hit the ground.

"Foolish man, just suffer death. If you don't want to suffer, just lie down obediently. Little dwarf, what are you waiting for? Come on!"

Without a gun, the pen cannot work. One red-eyed man can beat Wang Dengming to pieces. Now there are two, one on the left and one on the right. He is still in the pit.

It's over, it's really over this time.

Wang Dengming only had this idea in his head, and he really couldn't think of a way to save himself.

"Lie down and be good, if you don't want your head to blow up."

The semi-automatic rifle was pointed straight at Wang Dengming's head, very close to Chi Chi.

Brother Ying began to fill in the soil, shovel after shovel... slowly.

He filled Wang Dengming's body with soil from his neck down, with his head exposed first.

"Sergeant Wang, for the sake of digging a hole for you, I will let you live a little longer. See, I am still a kind and moral person."

"You damn old thing, you're going to choke to death on a coconut!"

The person on the left said: "Don't move, or your brains will be blown out!"

The satellite phone hidden on his waist was vibrating. It was Scorpion's call. Wang Dengming couldn't answer it, let alone move it.

Brother Ying: "Chief Wang, you know too much, just like me, we will all die."

"Damn it, I agreed that this was a trap for you and your wife, you worthless monster!"

The two TAs immediately looked at Brother Ying.

They didn't seem to know that the pit dug by Brother Ying was used to bury themselves.

Wang Dengming seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said: "You can look at what is written on the tombstone, no, it is a wooden tombstone!"

TA41 grabbed the wooden sign.

He looked at it for a while and then threw the wooden sign on the ground.

"Brother Ying, what do you want to do?"

"Don't you know what I want to do? A severely lagging mind is very dangerous, especially for freaks like you. You are so brainless. Why don't those who modified your body structure modify your brain?"

TA45: "You..."

"If you were a little smarter, things would never be like this. I was not filling in the soil. It was so tiring for you to stand and watch me work. It turns out that burying people is so tiring. It's so tiring."

I’m exhausted.”

TA41 reached out to catch Brother Ying.

Brother Ying didn't dodge, he was held in one hand by TA41 and raised high.

"go to hell!"

Brother Ying fell into the pit, causing Wang Dengming to howl.

"Wrong, Mr. Brother Ying, this is not the grave of me and you, but the grave of you and your wife."

"No, Sheriff, you missed two people. This is a grave for four people, but it is a bit small and a bit crowded."

They exchanged glances with each other.

After a while, TA41 picked up the shovel.

The wet and sticky soil drained out quickly, a hundred times faster than the speed Ying Ge filled in just now.

"Who are the other two?"

Brother Ying smiled and said, "You will see it. You will see it before you are buried in the soil."

The soil had buried Wang Dengming's body, and his breathing began to become a little unnatural.

"Stop playing riddles, Mr. Shadow Brother!"

Just when Wang Dengming and Brother Ying's heads were about to be submerged by the soil, the TA41 filling the soil suddenly stopped, holding the shovel in their hands, as if they were in a daze.

Wang Dengming stared at him!

I saw two bugs flying out of his nostrils.

Blue fireflies?!

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a bang, and TA41's whole body was on fire. He screamed, twisted, and bumped around like a headless fly.