The trafficker's voice was high-pitched, and he pointed to his face like a funny clown. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But he's not a clown.

He has a swagger in his voice, a swagger in his movements, and a swagger in his every move, every word and deed.

A smug and arrogant expression appeared on the face of the trafficker, and Song Qiu thought to himself, the so-called villain's ambition is probably the person who is here and now.

The trafficker's head was held high, and he waited for Erlang God to whisper to him and beg for mercy.

He thought that the reason why Erlang God was not shocked by himself before was just because in the wilderness, Erlang God had no scruples, and at this moment, Erlang God was in the police station, facing the danger of imprisonment, and he would definitely be afraid, and then compromise and beg for himself.

The trafficker kept looking at Erlang God, but Erlang God's expression didn't change in the slightest.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes twitched, as he saw Erlang God quietly clenching his fists.

Recalling the pain of being beaten on his face just now, his eyes couldn't help but show timidity and fear, and his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Before Erlang God rushed up to hit him, the woman next to him couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over with a scream, wanting to choke the trafficker's neck with both hands.

The strength of the trafficker is far greater than that of the woman, and when he reaches out and pushes the woman, the woman is pushed aside and almost falls.

The traffickers were frightened and hid behind two policemen.

Director Yang raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Enough, what kind of body is it to be noisy in the police station!"

He roared, and the three of them fell silent.

Director Yang turned his head and ordered the two policemen and said, "Take this Yang ...... Yang what?"

"Yang Jian. Song Qiu said.

He is not afraid of Director Yang's investigation, these immortals all have identities and ID cards. Of course, none of these ID cards were obtained in the roadside places where ten yuan, one or twenty yuan were three fake certificates, and they were all documents that had been recognized by the Chinese government and were regularized. Song Qiu didn't know how so many immortals came down, but he heard that it was done by the God of Wealth who was now sent to dig coal in the South China Sea.

Director Yang nodded and said, "Take Yang Jian to the detention center and detain him for three days." ”

When the trafficker heard this, he immediately stopped, walked out behind the policeman, and shouted loudly: "Leader, leader, don't you want to do this, I ask for an injury evaluation, he is considered a personal injury, intentional injury, and he will be sentenced, not three days!"

Director Yang raised his eyebrows, slapped the table next to him heavily, and said angrily: "What is the noise, how to convict is the matter of our public security organs, if you make trouble again, I will lock you up together." ”

The traffickers were silent.

Yang Jian over there was also stunned, he didn't expect that he would be detained for doing good deeds.

Thinking that he is the Erlang Zhenjun who is famous through the ages and the prestige that shocks the immortals and mortals, except when he was young, where has he suffered this kind of loss in this long life?

His brows stood slightly, and he was about to speak, but he was stopped by Song Qiu rushing over.

"Erlang Zhenjun, you stay here for three days, and I will take care of this matter. Song Qiu persuaded.

Erlang God hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly bowed his head.

Seeing Song Qiu's whispering persuasion of Erlang God, the two policemen stepped forward and politely took Erlang God away.

Seeing that there was no more benefit, the trafficker snorted and walked out in disgrace.

"My son, you died so miserably!"

Seeing the traffickers who killed their children walking away in such a chic and free way, the women couldn't help but cover their faces and choked up and collapsed on the ground, feeling sad and resentful, but helpless.

Song Qiu glanced at the back of the trafficker going out, squatted down, and said to the woman seriously: "Sister, don't worry, he will definitely get the retribution he deserves." ”

The woman thought that Song Qiu was just comforting her, and her tears were like endless bead chains, falling down her cheeks and hitting the floor, completely soaking the floor.

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Although the god of Erlang was taken away, the roaring dog was still free.

Song Qiu came out of the police station and walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and there was a roaring dog in front of him that was also not fast, like a young college student going out.

The sunset hung down on the horizon, and a large cloud was illuminated by the glow, and the golden color was a little red, like a magnificent cloth, and like a blood-stained white stone.

For Song Qiu at this moment, he felt that it was a blood-stained white stone.

From time to time his eyes looked at the clouds, and he did not look for his way, for the Howling Dog was leading him in front of him.

Walking on the country road, the population is gradually thinning.

The road became narrower and narrower, and at last there was no road at all, and there were barren weeds and shrubs everywhere, and every step was a new road.

But Song Qiu was not surprised, because such a situation had already been guessed by him.

Yes, he's tracking down the trafficker.

Because of the presence of the Howling Dog, he can guarantee that he will be able to find someone.

Song Qiu had also guessed that the reason why this trafficker appeared in that barren mountain must be that there must be a den nearby. And when the trafficker comes out of the police station, after making sure that no one is following him, he will quickly return to his den and wipe out all traces of him there.

Fortunately, Song Qiu guessed correctly.

Luck is always relative.

Song Qiu's luck also means the misfortune of human traffickers.

When the last trace of sunset fell like a sharp arrow through the clouds to the cave where the traffickers were hiding, Song Qiu walked in the glow.

When the traffickers heard the footsteps, they turned back in panic, only to find that Song Qiu was alone, oh no, there was also a dog.

"You're the only one?" the trafficker's eyes darkly swirled with a dangerous aura, and his palms quietly touched something on the bed made of wheat straw.

Song Qiu lowered his head and smiled at the Roaring Sky Dog, raised his head and looked at the trafficker calmly and said, "Yes, I'm alone." ”

The trafficker suddenly raised his hands and laughed wildly: "Then you stay, you don't have to go." ”

He held a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed squarely at Song Qiu.

Song Qiu's face remained unchanged, and he shook his head and said, "You are wrong. ”

The trafficker frowned, and subconsciously asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Song Qiu's body suddenly erupted with a powerful momentum, even if it was a few meters away, the traffickers could feel the killing intent coming from Song Qiu's body.

The wheat stalks on the beds, the dead grass scattered on the ground, the small stones in the cave clattered against the cave walls, and a strong wind arose in the cave for no reason.

The traffickers were shocked by the movement, as if they had seen a ghost, and looked left and right.

"It's you, not me, who stays here. Song Qiu said seriously: "Because you are guilty, I will punish the crime on behalf of heaven." ”