Chapter 118 Daily life of a patrolman

While Klein was dealing with Cynthia’s wreckage, Wang Zichuan dragged the half-dead Lu Er’an over. He peeked at Klein and felt that he couldn’t care about it, so he muttered softly.

“These two or five fish are smelly, um, there’s no way to save them, just wait to die.”

He glanced at Klein again and continued:

“It’s so polluting the environment, why don’t I clean it up.”

Lu Er’an’s body suddenly twitched slightly, and then fell into eternal peace.

The flickering light spots quickly precipitated and condensed into a mass of black matter. Wang Zichuan picked it up and put it into his mouth.

Klein had just used holy light to clean up the mutated flesh and blood. He sighed, walked out of the master bedroom, checked the members of the general’s guard team one by one, and woke up a few mid-sequence Beyonders with his feet, ordering them to inform their cronies. subordinate.

Because he already knew the whole story, Klein simply ordered them to arrest and imprison the members of the Celestial Sect around Cynthia, preparing to leave it to Admiral Amelius to come back and deal with it personally.

At night, Klein finally waited for Amyrius, and the admiral asked calmly:

“Has anything happened these days?”

Klein forced himself to switch to Gehrman state, and answered blankly.

“Your brother has been dismissed from the governorship, and a new governor has taken office.”

“Your mansion was badly damaged, and your guards and servants were partly wounded and partly dead.”

“Your secretary was killed in the attack.”

“Your Miss Cynthia has turned into a monster and is dead.”

Amelius’ expression cracked a little.

After receiving all the rewards and bounties, Klein changed his face at will to buy a ticket and came to Toscat Island, east of Oravi Island, which is the easternmost island of the Rhodes Islands, known as a pirate’s paradise. The law and order is quite chaotic. Walking on the road after dark, you will often encounter local gangs fighting or pirates of different genus.

After finding a random hotel, Klein stayed there.

I need to keep a low profile these days, and I need to make Gehrman disappear for a while, but I can’t stop acting. I will go out tomorrow to look for opportunities. Should I go to hospitals or workhouses and other places to look for it? I really don’t want to flush the toilet anymore, Klein thought casually and fell asleep.

That night, Klein took a shortcut back to the hotel along a relatively remote alley. He spent a whole day in the hospital, but he still couldn’t find a very suitable person to play. Instead, he found that the administrator of the hospital blood bank was a doctor who did Vampire in disguise.

This alley passes through the back doors of many taverns, and if you are not careful, you will step on disgusting vomit.

Klein turned a corner and saw a man walking crookedly.

An alcoholic, Klein glanced at him indifferently and continued to walk forward.

“Whoa!”

“Bang!” “Bang!”

The glass on the second floor of the building next to the bar suddenly shattered, one person jumped first, then several others jumped out, and finally a group of people rushed out from the back door of the bar.

Noisy cursing, chaotic gunshots, and screams one after another, they fought a melee, and after a few minutes, they chased each other noisily and ran away.

The alley returned to silence, leaving only a dead male corpse shot in the chest, staring at Klein with wide eyes.

The next day, Klein went out early in the morning to buy a body bag and other items to send the unlucky alcoholic named Cuomo to the cemetery. Along the way, he used the ability to create hallucinations so that people around him would not pay special attention to him.

Coming out of the cemetery, Klein had changed into the face of a middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life. His gray-blue eyes were slightly cloudy and bloodshot. There is a clear indentation on the side of the ear.

Back at Cuomo’s rented apartment, which is exactly what a room without a hostess looks like, dirty and messy everywhere.

Klein restrained his urge to clean it all, washed his face, put on a patrol uniform, put on a police cap, a standard gun and a short stick, and went to work.

Cuomo is a low-level patrolman. He got a half-day vacation yesterday, so he drank in the pub for a whole afternoon. When he came home at night, he went the wrong way because he was too drunk, and ended up being unhappy. lifetime.

He is a mixed blood of Loen and local natives, and his mother is the lover of a Loen merchant. It is a good idea to say that he is a lover. The Loen merchant had a little conscience at the beginning. How many years after Cuomo was born? In 2008, they occasionally gave their mother and son some money, so Cuomo went to school and knew how to read. Ruen said it well.

But later, the father forgot about them, and his mother raised him as a street girl while working as a handyman. Later, his mother died of illness, and later, with his mixed-race and handsome appearance, he also Married a good girl, but the good times didn’t last long, and his wife had a corpse and two lives.

After that, Cuomo became depressed about life, wandering between police stations, pubs, casinos, brothels and rented apartments.

Coming to the police station, Cuomo’s immediate boss, a fat man with a bald head, found a reason to reprimand Klein as usual, and then walked back with a nod and bow. own office.

It was not Cuomo’s turn to patrol the streets today. Klein sat in the seat belonging to Cuomo. The sunlight fell through the glass window, making it a little warm. So, Klein fell asleep on the table.

When it was almost noon, Klein was suddenly kicked, and he almost reflexively shot him.

“The boss asked you to go out with him.”

Klein looked up at the window, felt his stomach again, and muttered in his heart, “Don’t let anyone eat lunch?”, but a smile appeared on his face, and he said:

“Go here.”

Klein followed Boss Xie Dingchuan all the way to the Tuscat Court. Today, he was going to hear a crime of extortion. The defendant was ordered by Boss Xie Dingchuan himself, and Cuomo and his colleagues arrested him.

The defendant, the owner of a small plantation, is accused of using his wife to maliciously discredit an upright gentleman and commit extortion.

Cuomo didn’t know what the truth of the matter was, and he didn’t want to find out. He just had to follow the instructions of his superiors and agree when the righteous gentleman’s lawyer asked questions.

“On the afternoon of February 20th, you were patrolling the streets, and you saw this lady outside the Oak Bar, pestering Mr. Mossona.”

The lawyer showed a portrait of a beautiful woman with a gentle and quiet temperament.

Klein tried hard to recall the memory of Cuomo obtained by psychic, but found no relevant pictures at all.

“Yes,” Cuomo replied affirmatively.

“In the evening, you saw this lady again near the Oak Bar and she was very happy and content, didn’t she?”

“Yes~www.readmtl.com~ Cuomo answered blankly.

“On the morning of February 22, Mr. Tory gathered a group of people to make trouble at the Oak Bar, claiming that his wife was bullied by Mr. Mossona and demanding a large amount of money from Mr. Mossona. You were at the scene and arrested him, right? ?”

“Yes.” Cuomo confirmed again.

The tall platform blocked the position below Klein’s chest, and a copper penny flew between Klein’s fingers. Every question was asked, and there was a pause.

Klein looked at Mr. Tory in the dock, his expression distorted with anger and despair because of his inability to resist, like a dead volcano that never erupted.

The court soon convicted Mr Tory of racketeering and sentenced him to three years in prison, allowing atonement in the form of £8,000 in compensation to Mr Mossona.

This was just an ordinary small case, and it was handled fairly quickly, and it didn’t even delay Klein’s lunch too much.