Ladies and gentlemen...... What do you want? George asked tremblingly as he sat behind his desk.

John winked at the salamander.

The salamander slapped Big George's table, startling the old fat pig.

"We just want to get our stolen car back, that's all," she said. ”

She understood that John didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and she didn't want to get involved with the local authorities, otherwise she would have made this fat pig bleed to death with her temperament.

"Fat pig, there is no problem with our proof credentials, right?" The salamander asked.

"Hey, no, no, no......" George replied quickly.

The richer the person, the more afraid of death, and the more he likes to bully, but when he encounters an iron plate that can't be kicked, he will immediately hold his tail and behave.

"Then why don't you take us to pick up the car?!" The salamander shouted.

Big George turned his gaze to his subordinates who were still lying on the ground, and shouted, "Bastard! What are you doing lying on the ground?! Why don't you take your guests to pick up the car! Do you want me to go to the bedroom and get a quilt for you to put on the floor? ”

Well, he was a robber just now, but now he has become a distinguished guest in the blink of an eye, and he is really a person who says that he will change.

"I'm sorry, sir!" The subordinate quickly got up from the ground in pain, and honestly took John and the three to the garage to pick up the car.

"Sorry three, we didn't know the car belonged to you, and when we found it, it was about to be loaded and transported away by the Martinez brothers." The clerk clutched his waist and explained to the trio.

He was punched in the waist just now, and his kidneys hurt until now, and he was a little afraid of them, his hands were really too poisonous, and his hands were very heavy.

Of course, he didn't know that Kuroda Toshiro had already left his hand, otherwise his kidney would have burst out, how could he still stand up and talk to people.

John had heard the names of the Martinez brothers several times when he came to the city, and he couldn't help but be a little curious about these two brothers.

John asked, "What the hell is this Martinez brother?" ”

The clerk explained: "The two brothers are the most well-to-do people in the city except for our chief, they run a large leather business, the whole red (*) district is counted by them, they also sell people, they export good quality women to other countries, of course, they also get involved in the trade of high powder and weapons, since you are not locals, then I advise you not to mess with them." ”

John nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "You kid still speak a bit like a human being, if that fat pig had your knowledge, it wouldn't have let you be beaten for nothing." ”

John winked at Kuroda Toshiro after speaking.

The latter pulled out a wad of dollar bills and threw them to him.

John said, "This is your medical bill, go back and buy some kidneys to make up for it, and we'll go." ”

The clerk watched as the three of them left the police station.

……

"Honey, I didn't realize until now that you weren't exactly a bad person."

After leaving the police station and getting into the buggy, the salamander said to John.

John touched her head, "Good people and bad people are inherently relative, just like you are a good person to me, well, a good woman, but to others, you are a bad woman with a heart like a scorpion, they are afraid of you, they are afraid of you, you are a big bad guy in their minds, this is the same truth, understand?" ”

"Understood." The salamander nodded respectfully.

John smiled and patted the front seat, "Kuroda, drive." ”

Kuroda started the car and soon arrived at a bathhouse on East Street.

Kuroda Toshiro stayed to watch the car, lest the car be taken away by bad people.

John suddenly felt a little bit of emotion and whispered a few words to the salamander.

The salamander nodded, went to the front desk, and lied in the name of the sheriff's office clerk that there was an urgent matter for Brontë.

The reason why I deceived the people of the bathhouse was because there were many armed guards here, and in the event of a conflict, it was inevitable that there would be a big fight, and it was sometimes not a good thing to be too high-profile.

Soon, Brontë, who received the message from the front desk, got dressed and walked out.

Although this thin middle-aged man dresses tastefully, his eye sockets are deep-set, the spiritual platform is dull, and he looks like he is overly drunk, and his body has been hollowed out.

The skinny middle-aged man came up to John and asked, "Man, what else does that fat guy George have to talk to me about?" I've paid him the full amount of the legal support he asked for last time, and if you want to ask me for anything, you can let him hell with it. ”

John secretly said in his heart: The fat pig can live in a mansion and drive a helicopter, and he is really not ordinary greed, and any kind of person who passes by him must have a layer of wool under the bedding.

However, the sand sculpture of Brontë really regarded me as a police officer, and it was just right for me to act.

John flickered: "Mr. Brontë, our chief is waiting for you in another place, and the matter he talked to you about this time is definitely not about money, please come with us." ”

As soon as Brontë heard that it was not about money, then there was nothing to worry about, and he walked out of the bath with John.

After fooling him into the car, he immediately took him to a place of flesh and skin, a random one.

Although Brontë was a little curious as to why George asked him to meet here, he didn't take the initiative to ask.

When he entered the room, but didn't see Big George himself, he asked a little puzzled: "Didn't you say that the fat pig asked me to meet here?" Where are the others? ”

The axolotl said to him, "Actually, it's not the fat pig who wants to see you, but our Mr. Freelancer." ”

"Mr. Freelancer?!"

Brontë looked at John with a little puzzled following the salamander's gaze.

But he didn't know John, and he had never dealt with him, so he didn't know what he was trying to trick himself into coming here.

"Dude, what do you mean?" Brontë asked John.

John said, "It's not interesting, just imagine you asking about someone." ”

"Hehe," Brontë laughed suddenly, "Are you kidding?" Or is it an early onset of Alzheimer's disease? I'm just a medicine merchant, not a tabloid reporter, so you don't need to come to me if you want to publish a missing person notice. ”

Bang Bang Bang!

The salamander slapped him in the face three times in a row, "Our Mr. Freelancer is looking for you to publish a missing person notice, do you dare to disagree?" ”

"Dead Bickie, you give me some respect, dare to do something to me...... Oops, my face hurts, what's wrong with my face? ”

Brontë suddenly felt that half of his face had been slapped by the salamander seemed to be numb, and the pain was unbearable.

He hurriedly took a round mirror and looked at it.

Syllable!

The mirror fell to the ground and shattered.

"Help! Is my face swollen, is my face swollen?! ”

Brontë hugged half of his swollen face and wanted to cry without tears.

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