Fox Town.

Bate Department Store.

After the last turmoil, the Bate department store has countless emergency passages and security guards who seem to be able to fight.

Of course, this guy is also one of the owners of the Bate Department Store, although they earn a lot of money every day, they are committed in a group, after all, the advantage of group crime is that the law does not hold the public accountable, or it can make everyone's bail pay less.

Because there is not much money left in everyone's hands.

After the last zombie incident, the police and the town government asked the Bate department store to add security personnel.

So a group of small bosses thought about it and finally decided to let their own people do it.

After all, it is more uncomfortable for outsiders to take their own money than to lose their own money.

Frank is the security guard of this supermarket, of course, everyone is equal to the penny, and now you are a security guard, so you have to work overtime.

That is, Frank could not rest until 5 o'clock in the middle of the night, and did not wake up at noon the next day to work with another boss.

Frank yawned and looked at the orange icon that pulsed on his phone, one of the only pastimes he could find at night.

Sometimes when I am interested, I will call a few girls to have fun together, such as black and white.

Frank smacked his lips, he felt that his companions were discriminators compared to himself, white never looking for black, and black liked to look for white.

And he is an upright person, never judge people by their appearance, whether it is black or white, he has tried, and feels that each has its own merits, sometimes lying in bed, he even wants to learn from the police detective named Kerry to come up with a popular science book about exploring the differences between different kinds.

At the beginning, Kerry's novels were not so popular until the New York Police Department included "Sherlock Holmes" in the category of must-read novels for police officers.

The New York Police Commissioner interviewed said that many criminals committed crimes by learning the modus operandi in Sherlock Holmes, and many madmen tried to achieve the perfect crime by reading "Sherlock Holmes".

These novel modus operandi have made the old rookies of the police department miserable, so the police department agrees that it is very necessary to learn what the offenders have learned to better understand them.

They won't admit the fact that most of the NYPD officers who have become fat are too lazy to use their brains.

After all, the New York police are used to shooting to solve problems, and solving cases or something is enough to drive them crazy.

Frank thought as he watched Eva carefully. Ms. Alfie's performance.

"Da-da-da-da." The sudden knock on the door scared Frank so much that he almost didn't throw his phone out.

Hurriedly closing the web page, Frank put on his clothes and picked up a handful of SR-2M hair-made micro punches from the bedside, and shouted with a curse, "Who is it?" ”

A voice came from outside the door: "Hello, I'm Detective Kerry, and I have something to discuss with you." ”

Detective Kerry? Why did he come to himself?

For a while, Frank thought a lot.

Especially recently, I have done unethical things.

The first thing that came to mind was the matter of opening the blind box of the deceased, but he wasn't too worried, after all, it had been more than a month since the last crime, and if Kerry asked, then he would just pretend not to know.

So Frank then thought: Could it be that the matter of browsing the website by himself was discovered by the Internet police?

But Frank thought about it, and saw that this thing was his own freedom, and freedom was not guilty.

So he felt that he was fine, he Frank was innocent and above board!

"Uh, Detective Kerry, is there anything you can do at this late hour?" Frank thought in his heart that he was not afraid, turned on the lamp in the guard room, and under the light, one eye leaned against the cat's eye to look out.

Outside, in the duty room, stood a boy.

Yes, Frank knows that Kerry is only a sophomore in high school this year, and he is technically eighteen years old.

However, the detective uniform and the appearance of Leonard, who did not lose his youth, proved that the boy was Kerry.

After all, only Kerry is so handsome in the town, which is the degree that can make men feel handsome.

"Oh, dear Frank, don't be so nervous." Kerry turned off his phone and smiled at the green tin door, and through the Eye of Darkness, he could see the 500 points floating above Frank's head.

Although it is not clear how many points are counted for a tomb robbery, this Mr. Frank has only robbed tombs a lot more.

"The main thing is that there is a fugitive in the mall, I need you to take me to find it." Kerry clasped his right wrist.

"Uh, fugitives? What fugitives? My doors are locked, and no one can get in. Frank was a little confused, as a thief, the doors and windows of the mall they renovated would automatically lower the burglar-proof windows when it was time to get off work, and their hardness needed to be cut with a cutter.

So Frank's first reaction was that Kerry's purpose was not pure, this little kid was afraid that he was not playing tricks on himself, but in fact, what kind of ghost idea was brewing in his heart?

With one hand clenched and the other reaching for his pocket, Frank was ready to call his brother to inquire about the situation, and if Kerry was here to collect protection money, then it would be a big deal to feed him with a wave of blood.

After all, in the Eagle Sauce system, this situation is very common, and some police detectives have no money to spend, so they usually go to those guys who have a handle to ask for some filial piety fees.

For example, the anti-smuggling police officers on the border of the burrito country that Frank knows, newcomers may be able to maintain professional ethics, but generally not for more than three months.

The example of the old-timers and the filial piety fee that is far more than the salary is several times the amount, when the ideal and the reality collide, the worst death will not be the reality.

Either join them, or one day die at gunpoint on the side of the road, in a bar, or in a supermarket.

Frank thought so, and was about to pull out his phone, when he looked down and caught a glimpse of a black figure being hit by the light on the door.

"What's that?" Frank turned around in confusion, and was greeted by a white glow, followed by sharp pain.

"Ho-ho!" He felt himself pressed against the wall with tremendous force, and a strange pain came from his throat.

He wanted to make a sound and shout for help, but a cold hand covered his mouth from behind, and the slight rush in his hand was also taken away.

Blood rushed from his throat, wetting the floor and small table, and Frank was thrown to the ground, his vision blurred from the loss of blood, and his eyes widened with difficulty.

In front of him were two strange men with red eyes and black night suits.

"Ho-ho."

Is it a Bloodline? What's going on here?

With these two questions, Frank, who had lost too much blood, stared at him and died of shock.

He regretted his errand as a security guard, and if he hadn't become a mall security guard, maybe he would be happily opening a blind box in a cemetery right now, right?

"Click." The two ghost ninjas ripped off the deadbolt and bowed respectfully.

"Grind and chirp." Kerry raised his hand and pulled the trigger on the corpse's neck.

Until the throat is shattered, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a knife wound or a gunshot wound.