Bonnie was bitten hard by a dark-skinned Thani girl as she got into the car.

Her partner immediately pulled her away and rinsed her hands with mineral water, but luckily Bonnie was carrying a silver ring today, and the girl's teeth were caught in deep scars, "stay away from them," her partner admonished, "In the last twenty years, on average, at least one Thani has been diagnosed with AIDS every hour. ”

"She should know we're helping her." Bonnie said.

"Don't be stupid," said the veteran policeman, "they are all smuggled in, big or small, and one person (he gestured a gesture) - at least five hundred dollars, which is an astronomical amount for the Thani people, and now that we forcibly send them back, their family will no longer be able to pay the debt, and she and her siblings will be dragged away as 'chicks,' and her parents will probably be beaten to death and starved to death." He shook his head: "She must have hated us to death." ”

Bonnie looked up and saw the girl lying on the window of the police car looking at her in silence, expressionless, her dark eyes shining like a toad, a snake or a gecko.

Even though the bill on children's boxing has not yet been officially passed and enacted, the Lafayette Police Department has already begun its operations, and they are desperate to do something to make up for the bad impression they have made of the public and Rep. Davis in the previous two disappearances, starting with Abby's gyms and second, the boxers played by children. They can't do anything to parents who are crazy enough to put their children in the ring, but they can search for children from Thani and elsewhere in the name of possible illegal residence and kidnapping.

Among the children they found, Thani's child was the most problematic. Unlike the white-skinned children from the northern regions who were sent to government institutions and almshouses, none of them had legal status, and if they were discovered, they would hide, resist, flee, or at least spit on them.

The old constable glanced at Bonnie's hand again, "I think you need to take a break." ”

Bonnie took a deep breath, she was really tired, the problem was, now was never a good time to rest, the bureau was short of manpower: "Thanks," she said, "but I think I'm okay." ”

Maybe she could soothe herself with a nice dinner? As long as she could smash the heavy stone in her stomach at the end of today's work.

***

"I can't lend your house anymore."

Mary said uneasily, she stood at the bottom of the stairs, the man stood on it, his face hiding in the shadows, he used to be a professional boxer, Mary remembered kissing him so passionately when he was young, the muscles that were as strong as iron, I don't know when they began to become plump and fluffy, arms, legs, stomach, everywhere there was flesh hanging down like a good dough.

The man's hand on the armrest tightened and turned into a hairy fist: "I'll add you another hundred yuan." The man said.

Mary took two steps back, "No," her hand reached into the small bag she was carrying, which contained a handful of barking puppies, she knew this man well, after all, they had been neighbors for more than ten years and boyfriend and girlfriend for five years, and they were almost married, she knew that he had a bad temper, and she didn't mind beating women and children.

"It's all police outside," she said in a trembling voice, "and they're looking for children." ”

"That's none of your business," the man said impatiently, "you're just a landlord." ”

"I don't want the police to remember me," Mary said quickly, "...... You've got to move out and take those little with you. I can give you back the remaining two months' rent. She backed down.

"You're an ungrateful." The man said that his grim voice made Mary shiver. "Say whatever you want," Mary held the small pistol in her bag, "I'll give you two days, and I'll call the police when the two days are up, and then if you haven't fucked your fucking balls, just wait to be fucked!" ”

The man watched as Mary walked slowly back out of the house, her right hand in the small purse.

"Prostitute!" He cursed again.

Frustration soon brewed into a raging rage in his fat chest, he used to be a good boxer, he used to be very strong, rich, and charismatic, until he was beaten in the ring by younger men, because of the extravagance his savings were less than three digits, and it was not long before he was left with a place to eat and sleep in the almshouse.

When the coach was introduced to him by an old friend, he went to Thani in the name of tourism, picked a few suitable puppies there, someone would take them back to the West Continent and hand them over to him, he helped Abby train these little mongrels and get a bonus for every game.

This time it was he who got the goods himself, and spent all the money he had, and he hoped that they would earn him more, but he didn't expect the devil of fate to play tricks on him again.

He took out the smuggled liquor from the north from the refrigerator and mixed it with only half of the usual water, and the high alcohol content could be used directly to disinfect the wound.

(To be completed, partially revised, sent out before 12 am tomorrow)