Early the next morning, Ford gave up his job as a coachman and immediately went to the newspaper office where Lamine worked, and asked the front desk if Lamine worked here, and the reply given to him by the front desk was a bit unexpected but reasonable.

"Lamin Coren? "The guy who is famous now," said the receptionist, almost contemptuously, "that guy no longer comes to the newspaper, and although he says that he is showing off at this newspaper, he is actually scared to death." You see, he's now being worshipped as a god in the public media, but he's really just a coward who wants to be recognized. Famous among us. ”

In a word, Ford's job failed, and he didn't know where Lamine was now, so he could only continue to work in his own carriage. And when he came home in the evening, he found that there were glass shards falling from the hallway of his house, and he was not good, so he went forward to check the situation, and saw that something had punched a small hole in the window of his house. And he looked in the direction of the small hole, and found a small bullet mark on the wall near the bedroom!

"No......" He let out a low cry as he saw the bullet in the small hole.

Ford immediately went to the security department to report the incident, and today it was the younger brother of the two brothers who was on duty at the front desk. I don't know why, he always meets these two people when he has something to do with the police, should it be said that there is fate?

Tucker James was eating a boxed lunch packed from the cafeteria, while flipping through the current issue of the newspaper, and when he saw Ford coming in, he immediately said with a hostile face: "What, what's wrong?" Coachman? Surrender? Is it self-surrendering! What did you do? I'm eating. ”

Ford said expressionlessly: "Where's your brother today?" ”

"I'll tell you about this idiot, brother, he works the day shift!" I don't know where Tucker got his pride, "It's already off work!" ”

"Exactly, there is a case."

"What?"

"My window was shot through by a bullet."

Tucker exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this a big case!" You go find someone from the Armed Division, we're just security here......"

"So, come with me a little bit." Ford said.

Tucker said expertly, "I see, I'll call me brother." ”

"You're on your own." Ford interrupted before Tucker could pick up the communicator.

Tucker wondered, "Why? ”

"Because it's going to be a hassle with your brother here."

"Actually, I'm my brother—" Tucker grinned, pointing his index finger to his chin in a joke that wasn't funny at all.

Ford put it succinctly: "It's the kind of joke that only relatives find funny." ”

"Yes, grandma loves to watch me play like this." Tucker said with a grin.

Ford's words have always been to the point: "You pretend to be on patrol and walk to my house." ”

"I see." Tucker planned to wait until it was getting darker before going to his house to discuss the matter with Ford.

In the evening, Golan was dressed in an elegant formal attire, and he repeatedly arranged his tie, which contrasted with the filthy scene in his room. He looked at his outfit repeatedly in the mirror, and finally smiled with satisfaction. He was fantasizing about proposing to this lovely young man, and he had a sparkling diamond ring ready to sit in his trouser pocket.

This is the proof of love, this is the proof that dreams have become reality, this is the proof that he is unwilling to be ordinary, and this is also the proof of his stubbornness and stubbornness. Reality can't knock him down after all-

Bang bang bang!

The violent slamming of the door frightened Golan into a tremble, and he quickly covered his mouth and almost fell. A deep and rough voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Goran, you are at home, Mr. Goran!" ”

Knock knock!

"Hey! Golan! You're not at home! ”

On the desk in front of Golan were stacked with demand notes and IOUs, from which his dreams were built. His weakness burst out like a flood, and the thin quilt became his last refuge.

"If you borrow money to repay it, didn't your parents teach you?"

Bang Bang Bang!

Golan obviously has no ability to repay the money, and there is only one word he can do: drag. As long as these guys are gone, they can go to the dear Aixia...... She'll be waiting for her!

It wasn't until late at night, after making sure that there was no more movement outside, that Golan quietly opened the door to his apartment and slipped out as much as he could. Aixia made an appointment with him to meet next to a construction site. He happened to meet Tucker, who was going to Ford's house, and the cop didn't notice what he was going to do, and the matter seemed to be more serious.

He soon saw the bullet holes in Ford's home, and Ford showed him the bullets he had pulled out of them.

"That's the bullet."

Tucker pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a panicked tone, "Wait, this, this is true!" I can't handle this kind of case alone....... You also have to write all kinds of documents, go through a lot of procedures, and save the scene. ”

Ford pinched the shrapnel with his thumb and forefinger: "I didn't plan to file a case. ”

Tucker's half-pulled skin was broken, "What? You're stupid! So let's say I'm drunk at night and have no other way to get around, so I have to contact you with your business card? And then say I don't plan to go home, what would you think! Or maybe I went to the barbershop and wanted to get my hair long—"

"—I just wanted to tell you the truth." Ford said.

"What!" Tucker stared into Ford's eyes like a bird of prey calmly watching its prey.

"Brother James, what did you aspire to become a police officer for?"

"To punish the evil and promote the good!" Tucker said without hesitation.

"Can you tell me?" Ford calmly guided the other to stabilize his emotions, while Tucker's face drooped at this point, and his eyes moved away uneasily.

"Our parents were hit and killed by a car and then fled." Tucker said in a low voice, "The prisoner is driving a cab. ”

"That's why you see me as a thorn in your side?" It seems that it is understandable that this young guy hates himself.

"'We're going to catch the bad guys on our own.'" My brother and I swore by that. Tucker clenched his fists.

"It might have been like that then—"

"-What are you talking about?"

"But now," Ford said, picking up the pen and paper on the table, slowly combing through his character diagrams, "your brother is the wicked man." ”

"You, my brother does choose black when he plays Othello with me, and he is used to playing hide and seek, but even so-"

"Your brother and Gutter are in the same boat." Ford began to draw, not looking at Tucker's indignant look.

"I've heard this before, but I asked my brother, and he said, 'No!' ”

"And do you believe him?"

Tucker said dissatisfied, "Of course! If you want to say that you still believe in your brother, then you need to say! What do you think we're twins? Identical! ”

Ford ignored his words and continued to ask, "Do you hate gutters?" ”

"yes, he's a wicked man after all."

"Brother James, I'll give you a chance to catch him."

"Really? That's a big deal! ”

"But even if you catch him in ordinary ways, you can only convict some minor crimes."

"Is that guy going to do something?"

"Yes," Ford's tone had been calm, "I'm now an accomplice in Gutter." ”

Tucker immediately exclaimed, "Wow! Then you are a wicked person! ”

"Calm down, I'm pretending to be his accomplice."

"Is it the kind that pretends to be a wicked person and then gradually becomes really evil?"

"You sit down first. It's good for a while, you listen to me quietly. ”

To be honest, holding back his hand from pumping him would have to do some mental activity on the part of Ferford.