002: Jin Yiwei has a gun and a murder license

"Your school is on vacation today, right? Stay at home and don't run around!"

Early in the morning, Gao De tapped on the door and called, "What are you still listening to the radio of the devil's eyes?

"You have to take care of it!" An extremely irritable voice came from the door, it was his sister Gao Miao, "I'm still sleeping, don't make any noise about me!"

This girl is four years old, and when she was a child, she was still only a fart, and when she grew up, she got tired of seeing Gao De. Her father died, and she also went to a girls' school, which was the beginning of adolescent rebellion. Only when they quarreled, they looked at him squarely, like an enemy who did not share the heavens.

Knowing that she was just stubborn, Gao De didn't count it anymore, went down the iron ladder at the end of the corridor, and habitually glanced at the courtyard next door.

His small courtyard is the ancestral property of more than ten generations, covering an area of more than 300 square meters, the backyard is a two-story small building with toilet and running water, and the front yard is a small garden with a living room pavilion. The yard next door is the same, but the vines are dense and overgrown, and no one has lived in it for many years.

Counting that it has been vacant for ten years, Gao De sighed secretly, and the little face in his memory has become extremely blurry.

It was still in his childlike childhood, and that night he was watching the clear moonscape that was rarely seen in Zhongjing on the corridor, and was smashed all over his head by the small pebbles thrown from the yard next door.

is a five or six-year-old girl, a bear child, but under the taming of Gao De, she soon became his little fan sister.

"Brother Gaode, what is the pockmarked on the moon?"

"Are those stars really bigger than the sun?"

"We have a big round star under our feet, so why didn't we fall?"

Gao De and the little girl became childhood sweethearts, and they lived a year without guessing. The clichΓ© of the story developed to the point that the little girl swore "When I grow up, I will marry Brother Gaode", and the clichΓ© The next day after saying this, the little girl cried goodbye to Gaode and moved overseas.

After all, it's just a childhood past, and I can't remember many details.

Oh, Xiaoli, no wonder I can't remember, it's a cheesy name.

"What's on your mind, boy?"

Seeing the master, the old man was quite keen, and he could see that Gao De was not in a good mood.

The memories of his childhood churned out, arousing Gao De's faint worries, he was a single dog in his last life, will he still be in this life?

He said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, I quarreled with my sister, that girl always makes people uncomfortable." ”

"Lingling is like this," the old man said of his granddaughter with some sympathy, and initiated an old man's complaint. "Now these girls are really out of line! A thousand years ago, don't talk back, you have to play the board when you eat!"

Millennial ...... The times in this world are really slow.

With his hands in the pockets of his half-sleeved overcoat, he hunched over the old man's body and trotted across the tram tracks to the other side of the street.

The old man slipped into a shop, and Gao De looked at the neon sign at the door, the blue eyes and red lips of the big wavy blonde beauty flashed alternately, and the sign read "Tavern of the Far Sea" in Aurora and Barto.

Have all the foreigners' taverns opened here?

Gao De shook his head, shaking off some of the confusion of time and space, this is not the earth world after all. Time seems to stand still here, from childhood to adulthood, there are always gloomy clouds overhead, and the streets are always filled with white smoke. When I was a child, foreigners' taverns and pastry shops were opened everywhere, and the change was nothing more than moving from here to there.

The wooden-framed glass doors close with the crisp jingle of bells, and the hustle and bustle of the streets turns into the background noise of radio broadcasts.

The old man sat in the corner, his fingers tapping on the table to urge him.

"Your Far Sea Golden Rum, Childe," the waitress in a low-cut maid's costume brought a drink, leaning low, her eyes rippling with waves more intoxicating than amber liquor.

Gao De turned his head and pretended to tidy up the wingless yarn hat, not because he was embarrassed to look at it, but because he was afraid that the buttons would collapse on his face.

"Whiskey!"

When it is the turn of the old man, it is a light luxury and simple service, and it also comes with a ginkgo eye. The old man stared straight at him, his nose fanning rapidly, and the orange-peeled old face seemed to be buried in the ditch.

The sight was like an invisible tentacle stuck to the hostess's back, and the old man's head turned around for most of the time, swaying and swaying until Gao De coughed softly.

"It's really realistic, I think I was also a little Pan An in Xicheng back then," the old man smacked his lips and sighed bitterly, "The treatment is no worse than your kid, okay, just a little worse." ”

The weak reincarnation also gave Gao De another benefit, that is, he was born tall, fair-skinned and beautiful, and a proper supermodel-level little white face. This is not a good asset for Gao De, and it is indeed very convenient to work in the customs area, but all kinds of troubles such as hiding from the lonely rich woman and even the duck shop bustard give him a headache.

"It's not good to drink at this time, we're still on duty. Gao De changed the topic vigilantly, the old man was about to open the conversation, but it was not a few glasses of foreign wine that could be enjoyed, "And the tavern is too dark, I still like to drink tea in the bright teahouse." ”

"You're not even twenty years old, don't follow me in everything. The old man struggled to pull out the revolver stuck in his belly and slam it on the table, "No way, it's a bit weird here, I haven't figured it out." Just in case, I have to squat here today. ”

It turned out to be a mission, but Gao De was even more puzzled. "The West City Yamen of the Seven Cities Terracotta Division is nearby, how can there be a problem?"

"So just in case, on the big day of the new emperor's accession to the throne, it is impossible to be too cautious. The old man shook his glass and said, "It should be fine, we can fix it, we have been in order a few days ago." If you can't fix it, you don't need us, those mysterious guys above are staring at it. ”

Gao De suddenly realized that this was also the intention of the old man to show the gun. Pretending to be plainclothes patrolling, to deter Xiaoxiao who wants to make trouble. If it's a tricky character, it's too lazy to take care of a small patrol.

After following the master for more than a year, this tacit understanding is still there. Gao De did not take out his pistol, which is the standard equipment of plainclothes patrols, and is used to scare people. The Blackstar automatic pistol is the standard equipment of the Jinyiwei, and the accompanying Jinyiwei license is also known as the homicide license.

"The ancestral emperor's spiritual throne has been sent to the ancestral mountain, and the royal family and hundreds of civil and military officials gathered in the mourning hall to bow down and send the spirit under the leadership of His Royal Highness the Prince. "There was a black-and-white TV hanging from the bar, and the news was playing that Gaode master and apprentice had come here to squat. "The enthronement ceremony is being held in the Heavenly Temple, please don't go away, our reporters from Zhongjing TV will send back reports at any time. ”

"For the new emperor!" the old man raised his glass, "For the sake of the Ming Dynasty!"

Gao De raised his glass: "For the pension!"

The old emperor, who had reigned for eighty-two years, died, and the fifty-year-old prince finally turned positive. When the past few days are over and the old man retires, he will also change from an apprentice to a regular worker, following the footsteps of the master and walking step by step...... Retire.

Do the errand of Jinyiwei well, do not seek merit, but only seek no fault. Honestly mix until retirement, and live your life peacefully in this fucked world, Gaode's life goal is so low.

The wine went down the throat, sour and bitter, and Gao De didn't like it at all.

"You have to wait until you get married to think about this, those daughters of thousands of guerrillas, really don't you think about it?" After a glass of wine, the old man still opened the chatterbox called "Urging Marriage", "Whoever you marry, you are stable in your life, and you still need a pension?

Gao De smiled innocently, this joke is really funny.

"Speaking of princesses...... Princess Moli is already the eldest princess, and I heard that she is also back this time. If you are not as old as you, you will be like her aunt and grandmother, and you will be the daughter of the holy mountain for the rest of her life. ”

The old man talked about the things of the heavenly family that the common people love to talk about, but to Gao De, it is something above the clouds, and he listens casually.

Just as he was talking lively, the old man suddenly stopped talking, and Gao De vigilantly pretended to be a drinker.

Wrapped in cloaks and covered in suspicious creatures, they swaggered into the workshop behind the bar, ignoring the bartender and receptionist.

"That's the trouble, the more you try to avoid it, the more you have to get together. The old man spat out, "The foreigner's wine is really unpleasant, far worse than our burning knives." ”

"Could it be the Stranger?" Gao De didn't make excuses, the breeze brought by the man had a strange cool air, which was quite infiltrating.

"Just go and see, it's really not our turn to deal with it. The old man pointed at the pistol and cheered up the apprentice. "There's this thing to at least save your life, as for the more powerful ......"

The old man spread his hands and gestured helplessly. "If the guy who is not eyeing above wants to make trouble, whether we sit here or run away, the consequences make no difference, it is better to try our luck. ”

Feeling the hard metal that hurt his ribs, Gao De was slightly relieved.

This is a world of extraordinary power, and it is also a world of technological prosperity. No matter how strong a single person is, it is impossible to stand up to a country with aircraft, tanks, and artillery. In the face of even the brocade guards who only have pistols, the supernatural will not act rashly. Behind the Jinyi guard is not only the government, but also the emperor.

On the outside, there are naturally others, the pinnacle of the supernatural is the legend, and there are also the saints above the legend, they are all non-human creatures who are not afraid of guns. The old man is right, if you encounter this kind of person doing trouble, it doesn't make sense to run or not.

Gao De did not lose the necessary caution, he crossed his arms and pretended to hesitate, entered the state of "out-of-body" withdrawal, and observed the traces of the cloaked man.

I didn't see anything, there was a faint yellow light and shadow, but it was not completely layered, which is also a situation that Gaode often sees. This result suggests two possibilities, one is that there is nothing abnormal, and the other is that the opponent's strength is beyond his observation limit.

"It should just be a misunderstanding," Gao De followed the old man to the bar, not thinking that the second possibility really existed. "Most of them are the hidden stakes of the Terracotta Division. ”

"Patrol Division Search!" the old man waved his pistol and shouted viciously: "Who was that person just now?

The bartender and the waitress shook their heads blankly, saying that they didn't see it, and the old man pushed them into the bar and squatted down, greeting Gode. "Ready to call for support. ”

Gao De pulled out his pistol, held the intercom in the other hand, and followed the old man into the workshop behind the bar.

The bartender and the waitress squatted on the ground with their heads crossed, looking at each other, and the TV picture of the magnificent figure of Zushan was suddenly a snowflake, cutting to the host.

"Breaking news, the enthronement ceremony has been temporarily suspended, and our reporters are waiting outside the Heavenly Temple, waiting for further news. ”

The host spoke in a trembling voice, so nervous that he almost fainted.