The bar is Kelly. Sheriff Johnson's favorite place outside of the police station, he would pick a random bar every day after work and drink there until midnight. This is the advantage www.biquge.info of leaving all your wife and children in the distant city of Little Rock - as long as you remember to send money home on time, you can live as you want, without any constraints.

And, being in the bar was also satisfying for Johnson. Both the owner and the customers knew who he was, and many were afraid of him. Each time, these guys either hid away from him, did not even dare to look at him, or scolded him with a flattering smile and quietly bribed him. Johnson likes these things, and it makes him feel like he's an important, powerful man.

His greatest wish is to become a big man, and he has been like this since he was a child.

"Hey, Kelly. Johnson, you're going to be the most powerful man in all of Los Angeles, and your wish will come true one day. He said this to himself—he always said to himself—and drank the whiskey from his glass in one gulp.

"One more drink, Harry. By the way, bring me another taco. Johnson snapped his fingers at the boss. This is the third benefit of staying in a bar, which allows you to take dinner out with you without the hassle of washing dishes.

"Okay, Sheriff." The boss poured him a drink, and then he went to the kitchen to cook him dinner. But just as he turned around, a muffled voice came from the door of the bar.

"I don't like you."

Johnson immediately laughed. Even if he didn't look back, he knew who it was that made the sound. Simon. Peggy, a damn bastard and a regular at the police station. Every night he would be with his brother-in-law Nick. Frost gets drunk in the bar and then gets into trouble all over town. It's troublesome for anyone to get entangled in them.

But he wasn't ready to intervene in them. First of all, these two guys often invite him to drink, and secondly, haven't they caused trouble yet?

But then, the smile on the sheriff's face disappeared.

"I'm sorry about that." He had heard this serious, slightly teasing and mocking voice once. He still remembered him, the Chinese who had bribed him last time with a counterfeit six-hundred-dollar bill.

This liar, he even has the guts to return to Los Angeles! Angry Kelly. Johnson grabbed the grip of his newly equipped "Anaconda" pistol and began to make a quick turn. He wanted to make it clear to that bastard what a mistake he had made.

But the sheriff was stunned as soon as he turned around. He saw Qin Lang with a smile on his face, and Yi Shui standing beside him—of course, he didn't recognize him a little—and six burly bodyguards standing behind them with expressionless faces and black suits.

These people are very difficult to mess with! Johnson immediately made a judgment, while Simon. Peggy's brother-in-law Nick. Frost was still leaning forward without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"I don't like you either." He laughed like a fool.

"I said it, and I'm sorry about it." Qin Lang looked a little careless. His eyes weren't on the two idiots in front of him at all, but he kept searching the bar for his target. Of course, he didn't waste much time, he saw Kelly, who was still in a daze. Johnson.

The smile on his face became more pronounced.

His attitude made Simon. Peggy felt very annoyed, but maybe he had just drunk too much, anyway, he took out a dagger from his pocket and shook it in front of Qin Lang. "Yellow boy, you'd better be careful, we're not easy to mess with." He pointed to his drunken companion, "You'd better disappear from our sight at once, or don't blame us for being polite." ”

Qin Lang stared at the dagger in his hand for a while. "My God, isn't this America?" He pretended to scream in panic, and the teasing tone combined with the smile on his face made the scene look unusually funny. However, before others can figure out what exactly he means, he has already revealed the answer in advance. "It's ridiculous that someone threatens someone with a dagger."

Then, his performance ended. Before the two drunks could get angry, he had already given instructions to the guards behind him. "Bill, Jim, throw these two drunks out into the gutter, they should be sober."

"Yes, boss." The two strongest guards stepped forward and in Simon. Peggy and Nick. Before realizing what was going to happen, Frost grabbed their right hand and twisted it behind him, dragging them out to the screams of the two hapless guys.

And Qin Lang and Yi Shui walked straight towards Kelly, who was trying to hide his face. Johnson.

The sheriff has realized that he is in big trouble tonight. Now he regretted that he shouldn't have offended a guy who obviously had a background better than himself and circulated a wanted warrant for him in Los Angeles for the sake of a counterfeit $600 bill, not to mention that the money could still be real, but it was printed on the wrong date. But now it's too late to regret it, and it's too late to even dig a hole in the ground and hide it.

Qin Lang's hand had already landed on his shoulder in a friendly way. "Hi Sheriff Johnson, we're meeting again."

"I don't know you." Kelly. Johnson could only deny it stubbornly, "I don't have any dealings with Chinese." You must have misidentified the wrong person. ”

"Really?" Qin Lang's voice suddenly became very cold, "You issued a wanted warrant for me, and you posted it all over Los Angeles, but now you say you don't know me." Sheriff, you really make me sad. ”

"I did issue a wanted warrant for a Chinese, but I don't think that's you." Johnson selectively denied the "accusations" against himself. He had already seen the two "anaconda" pistols carried by Yi Shui just now, and several bodyguards had already surrounded him. At times like these, outright denial is not wise.

But he also knew that this time he couldn't hide at all. The other party was very clear about who he was targeting, and he could only try to stall for time and see if anyone could call the police for him.

It's just that Qin Lang's words made him feel that even if someone called the police for him, it didn't make any sense at all. "Sheriff, we all know what is going on, so we don't have to waste time here. It is in the interest of all of us to get the problem out of the way as soon as possible. ”

Kelly. Johnson tensed. "What do you want to do? Hear clearly, Chinese, I'm a policeman. He threatened, "Kill me, and the police in all of L.A. will treat you like an enemy." ”

"I think it's all of California, and even all of America." Qin Lang had heard of those things, criminals who killed police officers would be hostile to the police throughout the United States, in fact, he had also heard of some examples, such as a guy who shot and killed the deputy sheriff of the county was beaten into a hornet's nest by the SWAT detachment with heavy fire before he even had a chance to surrender...... But the question is, "Did I say I'm going to kill you, sheriff?" ”

"And what do you want to do?"

Qin Lang did not answer this question. He shifted his gaze down a bit and saw that it was still being taken by Kelly. The "Anaconda" pistol that Johnson was clutching. "Ah, the special limited edition 'Python'." He imitates Yuri. Ollov called out in a tone of delight and a little surprise, and looked up at the sheriff with a smile, "Do you want a 'one in a thousand' type?" ”

Poor Johnson was completely confused by him, just like the last time they met, he didn't know what Qin Lang wanted to say or what he wanted to do. He could only repeat the question he had just asked: "What exactly do you want to do, Chinese?" ”

"Nothing." Qin Lang said slowly, "Sergeant Johnson, I just want to have a serious conversation with you. ”

"What are you talking about?"

"A lot of things, like my wanted warrant. But before we get started...... Hey! Boss, get each of us a whiskey first. I want you the best here. And ......" Qin Lang originally wanted to say that everyone's drink money in the bar was his, but when he looked back, he found that the customers had run out, so he had to change his words. "If anyone hasn't paid yet, their account is mine."

The owner quickly poured everyone a drink, and quickly retreated to the far end of the bar. Qin Lang didn't care about him, and it was okay for him to hide in the distance, in that position, as long as he lowered his voice, he couldn't hear the conversation between himself and Johnson at all. So he picked up the cup and took a sip before nodding to Johnson.

"Sheriff, we can get started."