The soup called Starling City boiled again tonight after a day of silence. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three jeeps speeding down the street and the potholed bodies all clearly told the awakened people not to meddle.

A few gunshots and a series of police calls made the silent police station hot again, and Quentin Lance, who was worried about his daughter, had to suppress the depression in his heart and focus his attention on this "gang firefight" incident.

"These damn bastards!" Quentin Lance's partner threw a punch at the steering wheel as if venting, and the horn sounded. As if in response to his anger.

"I thought I had a good night's sleep, but I was disturbed by this group of bastards."

With that, Kenny lit himself a cigarette and handed one to Lance, who was silent beside him, but Lance did not refuse, he was in a bad mood and really needed to swallow the clouds to relieve him.

"Lance, what's wrong with you? It seems like you're not in a good mental state? Seeing Lance's silent appearance, Kenny wondered.

"No, it's okay," Lance borrowed a fire and lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath and spit out a puff of mist, and responded, "I'm just wondering why the crime rate, which has been gradually decreasing for two months, has gradually risen again in this week." ”

"What's going on here, isn't it that seeing that the knights appear less and less frequently, their crooked thoughts are moving again." As a police officer, Kenny who uttered this sentence made Lance look sideways.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, we hate to admit it, but the presence of knights does contribute to the peace and stability of the city," said Lance, choking in a teasing tone of a policeman driving with a cigarette.

"Lance, you should have read the statistics of the group of high-achieving students in the technical department, in the two months that the knights were active in Starling City, the crime rate in Starling City dropped again and again, and even fell to 4% in the last three weeks, although it was very disgraceful, but this city really can't live without knights." As a staunch "knight" in Starling City, Kenny's words are naturally biased towards knights, and it just so happens that his partner Quentin Lance is the famous "Knight Black" in the police department. ”

"No one can put the word of the law on the ground, Kenny." Sure enough, after Kenny expressed his support, Quentin Lance, a well-known "reverse rider", immediately objected.

"It is the job of the police to clean up the darkness of a city, modern society does not need the existence of such night heroes, and in the past two months, we have rescued fewer young people who imitate knights to fight crimes? Not to mention the criminals who are now in prison and learn to be knights to trample the law under their feet, the presence of knights will definitely do more harm than good to the city! ”

"Come on, mate, are there still fewer people in this city who trample the law under their feet? The hands of those people at the helm of the big conglomerates are clean? ”

Rolling his eyes, Kenny gave up brainwashing his partner, Quentin Lance, who choked again, had nothing to say, the atmosphere in the police car became silent in an instant, and for a while, the ears of the two could only hear the wind whistling outside.

"The two of you had a good chat, but is it really good to talk about the patron saint of the city behind your back?" The sudden sound made Kenny subconsciously step on the brakes, and the police car at high speed made a sudden stop, and the person standing on the roof of the car rolled down with inertia, and the whole person lay in front of the window, and the ghost hood that covered the entire head was reflected in the pupils of Lance and Kenny.

"Who are you?!" After a short period of fright, the two immediately pulled out their matching guns, got out of the car neatly, and the two swarthy muzzles were aimed at the "evil ghosts" scattered on the roof of the car.

"Me?"

The "evil ghost" scratched the yellow hair on the back of the head of the "hood", and rubbed his chin with his fair right hand,

"I don't know how to introduce myself to you, but one thing is for sure, I'm not alone." After serious thinking, the two of them were given an answer similar to a prank, and the tone of the tone and childlike movements made a hint of strangeness flash through the minds of the two of them.

"I feel it, your hearts are looking down on me, despising me, insulting me." And just when this thought flashed in the minds of Lance and the others, the person who was originally lying on the car window suddenly jumped down, and stood up straight at a height of about 1.9 meters, giving Lance and the two a particularly strong sense of oppression.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you tell me who this person is, as long as you tell me who this person is, I'll leave right away." As he spoke, the "demon" flicked a photo out of his pocket.

The photo is very artistic, a man turns his head sideways, revealing about a quarter of the contour of his face, stepping on the palm of a person's hand, wearing a sky blue suit, looking untouchable.

"You come closer, I can't see your photo clearly, and at least introduce yourself before looking for someone, so that we can help you register and help you find someone."

They exchanged glances with each other, and years of tacit understanding allowed Lance and the two to complete a simple exchange just by asking for it.

Lance was in charge of speaking to attract attention, while Kenny, who was taller, moved his steps closer to the "demon".

"Oh, yes, that seems to be the case." Nodding, the "demon" agreed with Lance's statement and took a few steps in the direction where Lance was,

"My name is Nia Wilson."

As he spoke, Nia stretched out his right hand in the direction where Lance was, and in just a moment, Lance planned that this man, who was still some distance away from him, appeared in front of him,

"So, are you able to see this picture clearly now?"

Lance subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger while feeling horrified, but found that his gun had been taken away by Nia in the next moment.

"I can see it clearly." Suppressing the horror in his heart, Lance's gaze turned to this photo like an art photo, and then, Lance's pupils shrank sharply, and the man in the photo showed a quarter of his face.

"So, as a police officer, can you tell me who this person really is?"

"No, because I don't know either." Looking at the pistol in Nia Wilson's hand, Quentin Lance forced himself to compose himself, gave his partner who was afraid to make the slightest move because he was worried about his safety, and shook his head in reply.

"It's a pity, since you don't know, there is no value in existence."

ps: It's kneeling again.................. Am I the life of silver π_π