The police station papers were casually thrown on the table, and Lawrence went through the last document.

"It didn't work. He said with his hand on his forehead.

Indeed, these documents basically record some innocuous information.

Looking at the flickering lights in the office through his fingers, Lawrence kept himself calm.

It seems that if you want to do something, you have to start from scratch.

Thinking about it, he put down the foot he had knocked on his desk and got up from his chair.

"Chu, come with me. ”

Lawrence's pale blue eyes didn't look energetic, but the voice was powerful, coming out of his chest in a low voice.

"It's time for the people of the City of Fog to take a look at the police cars on the streets. ”

That's the first thing he had to do, tell everyone in the City of Fog that the police were back.

In order to achieve this, it was not enough to reopen the police station building, he also had to carry out an activity that he had not done in a long time.

It was time for him to really make a tour of the city, this veiled and hazy city.

Chu was preparing to follow Lawrence out.

Lawrence suddenly turned his head and looked Chu up and down.

Then, he took off his hat and put it on Hatsu's head.

"You're a police officer in the fog from today onwards, officer, remember to wear your hat in the future. ”

Chu raised his eyes, looked at the hat he was wearing on top of his head, and reached out and touched the brim.

"Lawrence. ”

"Huh?"

"Your hat smells of smoke. ”

"Ahem. Lawrence coughed frustratedly.

"Just shut your mouth and give me a good look. ”

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Everyone knows that the capital of fog is a dangerous city, but because of the huge wealth gathered here and the much higher wage of labor than other cities, there will always be many people who want to live here. There are people who are desperate, there are people who are destitute, and there are people who want to give it a go.

Many times they have to come here to find that this place is more terrifying than they imagined, but then there is nothing left.

Everyone on the street is likely to be a perpetrator.

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On a street, sparsely populated, a woman with a scarf wrapped around her face is walking down the road hunched over, holding a cloth bag in her arms.

She is ready to leave the city today, taking all the savings she has earned in the city with her.

She was terrified every day here, and no one could imagine how difficult it was for a woman to live alone in the city.

And today she can finally escape from here, and she has earned enough money to return to her hometown to open a small shop there and live an ordinary life.

At this time, her heart was full of hope, as long as she left here, everything would be fine.

She no longer had to hear the gunshots that rang out at any time of the night, she no longer had to go out cautiously every day, and she no longer had to be afraid of people rushing through her door.

She will have a good life, happy and fulfilling.

With this expectation in mind, the woman walked towards the station.

At that moment, a man walked past her, knocked her to a stumbling role, and snatched the bag from her hand as she lost her balance.

"No, don't. ”

The woman screamed, trying to snatch the bag back, but she didn't have enough strength to do that, and she was pushed aside by the man.

It was a man with a hideous face, and he glared at the woman viciously.

"Give me some fun, sluts. ”

With that, he took his bag and turned and ran into the distance.

The woman did not dare to catch up, nor did she have the ability to catch up, she sat on the ground and cried.

She begged passers-by to help her, but they only glanced at the poor woman and turned away.

In this city, no one has time to care about others.

Sometimes, though, it's not necessarily true, and there's always one or two nosy people, right?

"Drip, drip, drip, drip. ”

In the distance of the street came a voice that was familiar elsewhere, but unfamiliar to this place.

It was the sound of sirens.

The pedestrians on the road were stunned, none of them had ever heard the sirens of the city.

The crying woman was also stunned, she had never known that there were police in this city.

"Z!"

A black and white police car pulled up next to the woman, the windows rolled down, and Lawrence asked, sitting sideways in the driver's seat.

"Need my help, ma'am?"

The woman was stunned for a moment before pointing to the man who had already run away.

"Well, that guy, snatched my bag. ”

"Understood. Lawrence grabbed the steering wheel of the police car: "Leave it to me." ”

The man was running with a cloth bag, and suddenly he heard a voice behind him, and he was stunned, it seemed to be the sound of a siren.

He wondered if he had heard it wrong, how could there be police in a place like Wudu?

But before he could look back to see what the voice was, a police car had stopped in front of him.

Lawrence stepped out of the car, with a pistol in his hand, aimed at the man.

"Put down the bag, hold your head in your hands, squat on the ground, and don't let me repeat it a second time. ”

The man could hardly believe his eyes, there was actually a police officer on duty in the city.

"Huh. He feigned composure, grinned, and instead of putting down his bag, he said.

"I'm one of the One-Eyed Hams, and I want you to understand what you're doing. ”

One-Eyed Ham.

Lawrence knew this man, and he was the leader of the street gangsters in the area.

But since he has chosen to do what he is doing, he will dispose of this person sooner or later.

He's gambling now, and the bigger he gambles, the less he'll care about the consequences.

Is Lawrence gambling big, it's okay, he's gambling on his own life.

So it's impossible for him to let go of the person in front of him.

Seeing that Lawrence didn't mean to let him go, the man gritted his teeth and lifted the bag as if to put it on the ground.

But the moment he bent down, he pulled a pistol out of his bosom.

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"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed through the streets.

The man's eyes were open, a bullet hole had been cut in his forehead, and his body fell weakly, red and black blood flowing down the street.

Lawrence put away his pistol with cold eyes, but if you looked closely, his right hand was trembling slightly.

I don't know if it's because of the sequelae or something else.

When she first sat behind Lawrence, she didn't know why she had a strange feeling when she saw Lawrence shoot the man.

"Do you need me to dispose of the body?"

She asked.

"Not necessarily. Lawrence picked up the blood-stained cloth bag and sat back in the car.

"Someone will take care of it. ”

The corpse was left to Old Ham's men.

Lawrence drove the police car towards the woman.

Before leaving, he looked through the rearview mirror and at the man's body again.

He thought he was already conscious, but when he actually killed someone, he found that his heart was still shaken.

Child, someone in this world has to do the right thing, otherwise it will only get deeper and worse.

Lawrence remembered his father's words again.

What is the right thing?

At first glance, he glanced at the police officer sitting next to him.

Killing one person is just a matter of the beginning, if it was the beginning of the past, there would not be any stirring at all, just like the queen starting a war, and the thousands of people who died were just a number in her eyes.

But through the contract, she felt the complexity and struggle in Lawrence's heart, and now she is not the same as before.

"We're doing the right thing, aren't we?" Hatsu asked softly.

Lawrence's hand tightened the steering wheel, he gritted his teeth and said.

"At least it won't be wrong. ”

He was not only answering at the beginning, but also answering himself.