"You can't even forget where you put your keys, do you?"

Zhang San, who was sitting at the door, saw that Chris was anxiously flipping through it, so he asked curiously.

“no！ It's just harder to find, you give me some time. ”

After turning over the tires in the yard three times, Chris sighed helplessly and disappeared from Zhang San's field of vision.

Bang!

The sound of glass shattering sounded, and Chris stepped on the shard of glass to open the door for his old friend.

There was a strange smell in the house, and Chris lay down on the bed by himself: "You are free." ”

The beer in the refrigerator has long since expired, and the only thing you can eat after you don't pay the electricity bill is a can of pickled cucumbers.

"During the time you were captured, I built a big house with everything in it."

When saying this, Zhang San deliberately accentuated his tone in the back.

"Besides, now I just want to lie down for a while and go find a girl."

"Whatever you want, I'm still on the same phone as before, if you need to, call me."

The kind Officer Zhang left Chris with a large stack of bills when he went out, and he knew that this dude wouldn't be able to sleep for long.

Jingle bell~

As soon as he left with his front foot, Chris was shouted out on the bed.

Seeing a few people standing at the door of the window, Chris really wanted to say something dirty to vent his feelings.

"You have a good friend, Officer Zhang has done a lot of good things over the years."

The black man who sat down on a stool introduced himself.

His name is Moon, and he's here to trouble Chris.

However, the lucky Chris didn't need to worry about this, because as long as he joined Moon's team, Chris who was supposed to be in prison for thirty years would not have been sent to prison.

His boss is Amanda Waller, and their team is tasked with doing something that can't be explained.

The blonde girl in the team is named Harcourt, and Chris has an impression of her, as he saw her when he was locked up in Sweet Dreams Prison.

Chubby bearded man, Chris remembered the word John because his name was too long.

Another black fat man, a newcomer who considers herself a woman, Liota Adebayo.

Her eloquence is good, and there's nothing bad about introducing herself except for making the atmosphere weird.

"A new mission, let's call it Project Butterfly..."

Moon, who narrates the story, notices a corner of the bill peeking out from under the peacemaker's buttocks, which he guesses is the money Officer Zhang left for Chris.

The story of the past of the Peacebringer and the vigilantes and the evil elimination team formed by Zhang San Moon knew something from Waller, but he couldn't understand why Zhang San was now a police officer.

The anti-evil squad was still active for a long time after the peace messenger was arrested, and the vigilantes took Zhang San to kill people and rob goods everywhere on the wanted list.

Moon was curious about how Zhang San cleared his name, because he was the only Asian in the area who met the characteristics of criminals.

Maybe he saved the police chief, or maybe he did the police department a big favor.

However, this is not something that Moon needs to care about, mainly because the peacemaker has a friend who is a police officer and can save the team a lot of trouble.

"Project Butterfly..."

The Peacebringer looked at Moon and asked seriously, "The Starfish plan is to deal with an oversized starfish, so this time we are going to deal with Mothra?" ”

Without waiting for Moon to explain, he pressed again, "Can you give me a jetpack, then?" I don't know what to do with Mothra without it. ”

"It's not Mothra..."

"But I still want a jetpack, can you help me?"

Moon was speechless, his wide-eyed eyes met the peacemaker's for a moment, and then said, "This time you're dealing with a bunch of bad guys, called Butterfly. ”

"So there's no jetpacking?"

The Peacemaker doesn't care about who the target is, he just wants to take the opportunity to get a jetpack!

"Hey, that jar of pickled cucumbers has been sitting for a few years!"

Seeing the fat bearded man holding a jar of pickled cucumbers in his hand, the peacemaker kindly reminded him.

yue！

There is no doubt that although the pickled cucumber that has been left for a few years can be eaten, the psychological effect still makes the bearded John spit out what he eats.

"If I refuse..."

"Then go back to Prison of Dreams."

"What if I run away?"

"That bomb in your head is still there, and we're going to blow your head off if we can't find anyone."

Moon's fluency of answers left the peacemaker speechless, and the peacemaker, who had a fucked life on his face, sighed and nodded his head to indicate that he had joined.

"See you for dinner, where are we about half-past seven?"

With a relaxed expression, Moon asked the opinions of the others present.

The black fat girl Liotta's eyes lit up and immediately recommended: "The Fennel Field restaurant on Manchester Road, that cheese strip is very delicious!" ”

In this way, the venue for the dinner party was decided.

"I'll go, but I'm going to my dad's house to pick up Eagle Eagle first."

The peacemaker answered, but Moon, who had just gotten up and walked out, turned his head to him with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Who is Hawk?" ”

"My best partner, didn't you hear Waller mention it?"

"Your partner is not a vigilante and..."

"They're just friends."

……

Zhang San, who had long since left Chris's house on a bicycle, didn't know that he was being discussed behind his back, and he went to the police by the way when he picked up the peace messenger and discharged him from the hospital today.

Now he has to go back to the police station to write a report and hand it in, along with ammunition.

"Look who's back, it's our direct train to heaven!"

"Officer Zhang, may I ask if I can go to heaven because of my sin?"

"Hahahaha!"

As soon as he pushed the door open, a group of colleagues inside happily joked with Zhang San.

After all, he is the only police officer who sends the nickname Heaven Direct Bus, and the time of administrative leave is as long as the cleaning uncle outside the door to work.

Except for jokes, they really admire this Officer Zhang, and Officer Zhang's psychological quality is too strong not to be affected by all kinds of negative news.

"Come on, if any of you could help me write a report now, I'd thank you."

Zhang San turned his head and looked over, but for a moment, the colleagues who were still joking in the last second suddenly became busy people, and none of them were looking at him.

[Damn! 】

Everyone participates when they brag, and now they play dead if they do a favor, and these colleagues deserve to be bastards among bastards.

I think how much he Zhang San has contributed to this small police station, and now he can't find anyone to help...

Alas...