Chapter 5

Muteste hung high in the night sky and sprinkled the silver moon on the earth generously.

The alley without gas street lamp is still illuminated by moonlight.

"So we can't take the road." Heavy armed bands hung loosely over his shoulders, and Joe staggered down the alley with a fried pig's hoof in his left hand and a wooden bottle full of beer in his right hand.

"You can't be caught by those assholes in the Da You are so wise, chief Billy, the shortest and roundest Officer II, rubbed his red nose and flattered Joe sincerely.

The other four policemen nodded their heads.

They chew on the fried pig's hooves, drink beer in wooden bottles, belch comfortably, and feel that life has reached its peak and can be called perfect.

Let those hapless colleagues go on duty, crouch and make stakes.

Fortunately, they have to follow their leader to the legendary pink Mermaid bar!

If not wise, wise, generous and generous leaders, these poor policemen would not have the spare money to roam in the legendary gold selling nest.

Praise the great Joe!

The five round cops were smiling happily, because they were drunk and had red eyes. They looked at Qiao's back with admiration.

As a new comer to the port Tulun police station, Joe, with the first grade of the graduating student of the port Tulun School of justice and the personal recommendation letter from the dean of the school of justice, directly skipped the qualification stage from grade 5 to grade 1 and became the youngest sergeant of class 3 in the history of port Tulun police station.

The third rank sergeant, the most basic petty officer in the imperial police system, can command a small team of five policemen. Including Billy, five highly experienced "elite generals" of port Toulon police were assigned to Joe.

Billy, they were extremely dissatisfied and resentful.

They have a lot of experience, and each of them has been in the police rank for more than 10 years.

Their ability is outstanding, they are proficient in all kinds of bullying good people, blackmail hawkers, bribery survival skills.

They have a wide range of contacts. They are all brothers with the villains and villains of port Tulun, city heroes and all kinds of heroes who are trying to make ends meet.

In this way, how can he de, a rookie who has just joined the police station, become their "leader"?

But it took Joe only half a month to make five old people his most loyal supporters.

Because Joe, money.

Because Joe is rich.

Because Joe, very rich.

In port Tulun, the saying goes well: "copper is order, silver is truth, and gold, do you think, looks like the golden face of the great mu? Have gold coins, enough gold coins, you are a god

Six half drunk policemen, shaking and laughing in a low voice, walked out of the new urban area of port Tulun and entered the old city area along the secluded alleys by moonlight instead of walking along the brightly lit street. They walked along the "grape lane" behind the "silver grape Street" in the rich district of the old city and headed for the No. 3 new wharf.

A black cat rushed out of a fork Lane in a hurry. It just ran out of the fork lane. A big foot in raw leather boots suddenly flew out of the dark shadow of the fork lane, kicking the unfortunate black cat far away.

In the fork lane, came a vague, rude voice: "when we work, we meet a black cat, hell, are we going to have bad luck tonight?"

Joe and Billy suddenly stopped.

In the fork lane, more than a dozen silent, fast and creepy figures suddenly froze in place.

Joe subconsciously dropped the pig's hoof, took off the baton and held it in his hand.

In the moonlight, you can see more than a dozen men running out of the forked alleys. Their faces are disgusting, and their faces are full of anger. They were born with crooked facial features and other lines on their faces, which seemed to form a line of big characters - "I am a villain"!

Pungent body odor, messy hair, dirty face, ragged and dirty, I don't know how long the short cloak that hasn't been washed for a long time hangs loosely on the shoulders. Through these men's unclosed short cloaks, we can see that they are hung with daggers, short knives and single shot old-fashioned short firerope blunders around their waists. Under their armpits, they are also holding tools such as crowbars, drill knives and short saws.

This is grape peel lane, beside which is silver grape street, one of the rich areas in port Tulun.

On mid autumn night, the rich must have gone to the surrounding area of the Queen's Square to enjoy the celebration.

This group of people in front of Joe, on such a night, in such alleys, with so many magical tools, sneaked around the rich area.

They are really a group of "hardworking", "willing to work" and "striving for improvement".

They were born in a bad family and were trapped in the bottom of the society, but they did not want to give in to their fate. They tried their best to realize the redistribution of social wealth and change their fate!It's a really respectable group of people If they don't have so many weapons and their eyes are not so fierce, they will be more lovely!

Joe looked at the man who had just kicked the black cat, coughed softly, and hung his baton back to his armed belt.

"Mid autumn night, the weather is good, it's a beautiful night." Joe nodded to the man.

A dozen men took a quick look at the bottle in Joe's hand and gently sidestepped to get out of the way.

Yes, it was a wonderful night.

Joe and his five subordinates sped up their pace and passed them by. Billy and some of them even nodded to each other in a friendly way.

"It's the Wolf Gang. I saw the tattoo on their forearm," Billy murmured in a low voice when they walked out dozens of steps. What the hell do they want? This is not the territory of the Wolf Gang! "

Billy worried: "this is the territory of the fox gang. The fox Gang is not good at stubbornness. If the Wolf Gang crosses the border, something will happen."

"But is this our district?" Joe murmured in a low voice

Billy shook his head firmly: "of course not."

Joe nodded hard. "So, we're going to have fun."

Six dutiful policemen walked briskly in the alley, laughing and whistling with ease. A relaxed, joyful and lively "imperial police March" was blown around and out of breath by them.

The wind with a strong smell of the sea blows in along the lane, not far ahead is the new wharf No. 3 of Tulun port.

The sound of the waves was faintly audible.

Joe and Billy quickened their pace. Behind them, a dozen men with detestable faces peered around stealthily and leaned up towards the back door of a large house.

There was a subtle whistling in the air.

Lane, inexplicably floating up a layer of light water mist.

The flute sound is short and slight, like a thin steel wire, slowly and leisurely into the ear, in the heart.

More than a dozen men took out crowbars, drills and saws, and were about to start work.

The piccolo became more and more erratic.

A few moths flickering with phosphorescent light fell on the rigid bodies of these men.

Under the rigid body skin, there are a tiny bulge rapidly emerging, and then their skin begins to creep strangely.

The flesh and blood were shriveled and the bones were gray. The phosphorous light of the big tent is flying slowly, and a dozen sets of dirty clothes, boots, and various kinds of tools are scattered in the alley in a mess.

A hoarse, decadent voice sounded in the lane: "rotten, twisted soul, dirty, depraved body, my little darling, will be raised by you for nothing."

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