"What's going on here?" said two patrolling sheriffs from the street not far away.

Most of the sheriffs in the town have the strength of ordinary probationary swordsmen, a few have the strength of the great swordsman, and the strength of the security captain has reached the level of the great swordsman, and it is enough to deal with the highest strength but the inferior level of the great swordsman, and when the enemy attacks, the sheriff can also directly enter the army and become a well-trained soldier who does not need too much recruit training.

These two sheriffs are the sheriffs with the strength of the trainee swordsman, although the strength is not too high, but they are equipped with leather armor and steel swords, and the gangsters in the vicinity usually serve them as uncles, and they have to pay "hard money".

Because there is usually a lot of contact, and the "hardship fee" is also paid on time, so when they see the sheriff coming, these colorful gangsters with tattoos on their bodies are not too nervous.

"What's going on here?" the two sheriffs, one taller and the other fatter, were easy to tell. It was a high-ranking sheriff who spoke out to ask.

Before he could speak, one of the thugs pointed at him and said, "Report, he killed someone! He killed Jason!"

"That's right, Jason's body is still there, he punched him through the chest, and you see there's blood on his left arm!" said another thug.

These scoundrels relied on the fact that they were more familiar with the sheriffs in the town, so they did not change their faces and sued in advance.

Old Sam was so anxious that even the jerky in his arms was almost shaken off by his trembling body.

"You guys, you are the wicked who sue first! Obviously, this guy is the first to find trouble!" said old Sam in a trembling voice.

The thugs were not afraid of him, and said gossipingly: "You said that Jason was looking for trouble first, who saw it?"

"We didn't see Jason looking for trouble first!"

"That's it, we saw this guy punch Jason to death, nothing else!"

The tall sheriff and the fat sheriff glanced at each other, and each saw the greedy smile in each other's eyes.

It's not the first time that the two of them have done this kind of thing, every time these gangsters encounter such a thing, as long as the two of them help, they can extort a sum of money, they take the small head, the gangsters share the big head, everyone tacitly agrees, and they are happy.

Since such a good thing has happened again, it must not be let go. The fat sheriff took out a bundle of string from behind his waist and said to Glo, "Obediently stretch out your hand, and then follow us to the Public Security Bureau, and when we figure out the ins and outs of the matter and prove that you are okay, you can leave." ”

He stopped the crooked look of feeling sorry for his clothes just now, raised his head slightly, revealed his chin hidden in the shadows, and said in a hoarse voice that was specially disguised: "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

With that, he stretched out his arm and let the fat sheriff tie his hands together with a rope.

The fat sheriff was overjoyed, and said in his heart This guy is really stupid, he will be fooled as soon as he cheats, and when you enter the bureau, don't pay a large amount of bail fees, don't think about getting out completely!

Seeing that Dark's two hands were tied, the gangsters also breathed a sigh of relief, the scene of Dark's punch piercing the chest of a strong man named Jason just now is still vivid, and now Dark's hands are bound, they finally let go of a hanging heart.

If this guy gives them another punch like that, who can stand it!

Old Sam was very anxious when he saw that he had let the fat sheriff tie his hands like this. He knew what these sheriffs were, and if he followed these two guys to the security bureau, he would definitely have to pay a great price to get out.

"You can't go with them, these guys and these two sheriffs know each other, and if you go to the sheriff's office, it's going to be difficult to get out. Old Sam said.

"Bastard, you old fellow, don't spew blood, who knows them!" the tall sheriff heard Old Sam say this, and quickly denied it, and viciously pushed Old Sam.

Old Sam was pushed back several steps by him, and the jerky in his arms fell out. The thugs saw the jerky that had fallen to the ground, and their eyes lit up.

Jerky, such two large pieces, enough for each of them to share a little.

Old Sam saw that the dried meat in his arms had fallen out, and hurriedly ran over to pick it up, blew the dust on it, and then carried it back into his arms.

Glen didn't care about Old Sam's words and the tall sheriff's inwardness, but said lightly: "It's okay, if they don't let me out, then I'll kill everyone inside and come out myself." ”

Violent!

Unparalleled violence!

If you don't release it, you will kill it yourself. It's easy to say, but it's not easy to do. There are not hundreds of people in the Public Security Bureau, there are seventy or eighty people, and all of them are professionals with professional ranks, when will the gangsters think of fighting a bloody way out of it?

With the scene of a dark punch piercing the chest of a thug with a big swordsman rank...... I have to say that this sentence really scared them.

Perhaps, he really has the ability to fight his way out of the Public Security Bureau?, the thugs thought.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, it's so easy for the Public Security Bureau to let you out? Hurry up! Come with us!" The fat sheriff pushed Di, but the darkness seemed to have roots under his feet, and the fat sheriff couldn't move no matter how much he pushed.

The fat sheriff was a little anxious, he couldn't move like this, and his face was all lost! He decided to use all his strength to do it again, so he took two steps back, and one accelerated!

Bang!

The fat sheriff fell on his stomach on a big horse, looking like a fat pig rolling around.

"Without your help, I'll go myself. Gloomy said coldly as he walked forward.

Just now, when the fat sheriff was about to pounce, he suddenly took two steps to the side, and the fat sheriff, who couldn't brake, fell out of the place less than two fingers wide next to him, and fell directly on the bluestone road, knocking out two teeth, and bleeding from his nose.

The tall sheriff covered his mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Uncle Sam, you go and do your own thing, thank you for bringing me here, and I'll just walk by myself on the way to the city. See you later. He said to Old Sam again, and then escorted by the tall sheriff to the sheriff's office in the small town of Sivaro.

Although those little gangsters saw the jerky in Old Sam's arms and wanted to snatch it, with the ability of Old Sam's second personality, he believed that these little gangsters were all rookies.

The fat sheriff got up from the ground with a glint of hatred in his eyes.

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