As the sheriff of Springfield, Will is also a person with status and status in Springfield, and because of his special profession, Will joining the Rifle Association is very beneficial to the development of the Rifle Association, and it can also enhance Will's social influence, which is a win-win choice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If possible, Li Mu is of course more willing to invest in himself, but due to age limitations, Li Mu is extremely limited in what he can do now, so investing in Will, the "guardian", is the best choice for Li Mu.

After getting the Rifle Association, Li Mu started the real work with Will, and Li Mu fully saw how dark the American police really were.

In the 21st century, the most criticized group in the republic is the chengguan, and after seeing Will's way of working, Li Mu can determine that in the 21st century, the republic's chengguan is 100 times more civilized than Will.

Will's way of working can be described by the word "simple and rough", if he doesn't commit it to Will, Will is a harmless person, but if it does it, Will will immediately turn into a demon.

When patrolling Riverside Street, the Riverside Police Office handed over a thief to Will, who was said to be a repeat offender.

When he saw Will, Li Mu found that the thief's body was a little trembling, and the eyes that looked at Will could be described as frightened, and soon Li Mu understood why the thief was afraid, in order to prevent the thief from escaping on the road, Will ordered Bresta to break the thief's hand.

"Shouldn't you break your leg if you want to prevent him from escaping?" Li Mu didn't mean to stir up trouble, he just asked questions.

"Will has lost his wallet here-" Bresta only said one sentence, and immediately made Li Mu understand what was going on.

Even the sheriff's wallet dares to steal, and it is light to break his hand!

"That doesn't prove that it was stolen by a thief, and it could also be that Will accidentally lost it." Li Mu maliciously speculated.

"Who cares!" Bresta didn't care, pulled the thief's arm out and put it on the table, pulled the baton from his waist, and smashed it down.

Bresta's baton is a steel bar wrapped around strips of cloth, and when hit by such a "baton", the skin is not visible at all, but it must be wounded inside.

Sure enough, the baton smashed down, the thief's painful head was bruised, his mouth grew up but he couldn't make any sound, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his arm swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How did you get hurt?" Bresta asked coldly.

"No—I fell by accident." The poor thief was terrified to the extreme, and tears the size of beans were dripping from the corners of his eyes, but he did not dare to cry, not even scream.

"Uh-huh, then you have to be careful." Satisfied, Bresta thrusted his baton back into his waist and dragged the thief out by the neck like a dead dog.

As soon as the thief was returned to the police station, Will received a request for help from the tax collector, Anthony, who finally seized the handle of the profiteer of Concicao and prepared to let Will assist in the case.

"Your reminder is timely, I have long noticed that this profiteer is Conceicao, this guy is doing all kinds of evil, and he dares to steal money from the state government, and we must make him pay the price this time." Anthony smirked at Frank's call.

Anthony is a thin middle-aged man, compared to Will, Anthony's body is thin and pitiful, as if a gust of wind can blow Anthony away, this guy has a pair of narrow glasses like a poisonous snake, and his eyes are chilling, as if he is a poisonous snake entrenched in a dark corner, ready to attack his prey at any time.

Anthony is a tax collector, and in Anthony's opinion, it is a matter of course for businessmen to pay taxes, and if anyone dares to evade taxes, they are stealing money from the state government and should be dragged to the square to be torn apart.

"I know this guy is not clean, in fact all Jews are not clean, as long as you look around, you can always find something wrong." Will has now exposed the hateful face of a "racist" and knocked over a boatload of people with a single stroke.

"Ha, we can't scare everyone away, then I'll be unemployed, for us, these guys are our fat pigs in captivity, and it's a more economical way to work by letting them keep laying cubs." Anthony is also a guy with no bottom line, and this guy's heart is also black.

When you come to the horse market, it is still the same bustling as before, people come and go endlessly, and the horse market is always like this, because the main means of transportation for people at this time is horses, so the horse market is always very lively.

In the corner of the horse market, Conceicao is selling his goods to a customer, and his mouth is full of passion, and the customer's eyes are already intently focused on a thoroughbred, and it seems that it has reached the critical moment of the deal.

"Concicao, you're in trouble—" Anthony dismounted with a smile and handed the reins to Yan Shun.

Li Mu also dismounted, followed Will to Consicao's side, and stood behind Consicao's side with Bresta on the left and right, faintly forming a clamp on Consicao.

"Mr. Anthony, each of my horses has been fully taxed, and I have never been in arrears, so where do you start with trouble?" Although his face was pale, Conceicao still forced himself to defend himself calmly.

"yes, it's not up to you to say if you're in trouble, you sold an Arabian horse worth $4,000 last week, but why did you pay transaction tax at $2,500? Do you think I can't read the numbers? Or do you think you can be outside of U.S. law? Anthony struck Conceicao on his hat with the whip in his hand, an insulting gesture that was obvious.

Four thousand dollars - two thousand five hundred - sounds like it has something to do with Li Mu.

Concicao immediately jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and his voice was very high-pitched: "It was supposed to be two thousand five hundred dollars, and the horse was indeed worth four thousand dollars, but it was sold to this gentleman for two thousand five hundred dollars, and Sheriff Will was also present at the time, and they can all testify." ”

"I won't testify to you, I'm assisting Mr. Tax Officer in handling the case." Will's expression was serious, and he really looked like an iron-faced and selfless sheriff.

"Is that so?" Anthony looked at Li Mu with an intriguing gaze.

"I don't remember, it's been so long, I've forgotten." Li Mu's answer was even more straightforward.

Long fart, it was a week ago.

"Hah, it seems that you have no witnesses, Mr. Conceicao, and now I officially declare to you that you must be sentenced to prison and fined for tax evasion, and your goods will be confiscated and then auctioned." Anthony immediately announced the result, not giving Conceicao time to defend himself.

"No, I didn't evade taxes, I didn't—please, you can't—" Conceicao almost cried, and begged in a low voice despite his dignity.

"Reem - your name is Reem, how about you, want to buy this thoroughbred? This is a true thoroughbred, the fastest horse in the world—" Anthony ignored Conceicao and immediately began to dispose of the stolen goods.

It's dirty, it's dirty!