Chapter 67: The Letter of Invitation to the Throne There Was Liangshanpo in the Song Dynasty in Ancient Times, and There Is the Gotham City Police Department Today (Please Recommend and Collect)

Chapter 67: The Letter of Attendance - In ancient times, there was Liangshanpo in the Song Dynasty, and now there is the Gotham City Police Department (please recommend and collect)

As soon as she left the gate of Bloody Paradise, Harley felt an irritable feeling of being followed.

From the time she met the one-eyed dragon in the monastery to now, she has verified many times that her spiritual perception is not an illusion.

Just as she was hesitating whether to return to the apartment immediately or go back to look for Prika, the irritable feeling of being followed disappeared again.

She stood there and looked around. There were luxury cars parked outside the nightclub, men hugging women with gorgeous makeup, ladies hugged by seductive men, and female nightclub security guards in black leather tights patrolling back and forth.

There was too much traffic.

Perhaps, she shouldn't go out tonight?

But wouldn't it be more offensive to refuse Prika's invitation? And the apartment might not be safe.

Shaking her head, Harley remembered the black girl in leather who had stared at her several times at the bar before.

That was Prika's companion.

This is Prika's territory. It's probably her people, but it's also possible.

She touched her chest. There was a bulletproof vest inside her coat, and a bulletproof plate on her back that was said to be able to block sniper rifles.

She pinched her stiff arm again. There was also a protective plate inside. With a sense of security, she continued to walk towards the apartment.

"Kapu, do you think my fadeaway jump shot just now is very similar to Kobe?"

"Except for missing the shot, there is nothing similar."

Walking around the corner, two teenage boys came towards them, talking and laughing while holding basketballs.

Harry moved closer to the wall and made way.

The three of them passed by each other, and after walking three more steps, Harley's scalp suddenly tingled, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in her heart.

Subconsciously, she turned her body and protected her arms in front of her.

"Swish--" The sound of breaking through the air passed by her ears.

Just as she roared and rushed forward, "Sizzle--Sizzle!"

Her arm was shot, but the thin steel sheet wrapped around her forearm had no effect. The blue electric arc jumped, and Harley's body shook like a sieve, and most of her hair stood up.

Fuck, it's not a pistol bullet, but an electric shock gun!

Harley fell to the ground against the wall with a thump.

She didn't lose consciousness. She vaguely saw two children holding a pistol each, with a smile on their faces and a basketball in their arms.

"Mo~ther~fuck!"

Harley cursed indistinctly.

She saw clearly that the two boys opposite had received sandwiches from her this morning.

"Hahaha!" A wild laugh came from the other end of the alley.

Somewhat familiar

It was one of the two Iversons she met at noon today.

Harley immediately stopped struggling, making herself look more like a dead fish.

"Good job!" Iverson A came over and bumped fists with the two boys before pulling out two $20 greenbacks and handing them to the boys.

The black boy kissed the dollar and said with a smile, "Boss James, if you have this kind of job in the future, remember to find us again."

"Of course, you are experienced!" Iverson A patted the two on the head affectionately and waved them off.

The white boy holding the basketball made an "OK" gesture with his free hand and ran away with the black boy.

"Bang bang bang!" Iverson A looked vicious and kicked Harley's waist three times.

"Gudong gudong." The experience jar gained one-fifth of experience. Harley groaned in pain, but was surprised to find that her body was gradually regaining control.

Just as she was about to attack, Iverson A stepped back a few steps, pointed a gun at her head with his right hand, and opened his phone with his left hand, "Boss, done."

Then, there was another series of footsteps, one after another, coming from both ends of the alley.

There were also flashlights swinging back and forth.

-This is an ambush, front and back attack, to ensure that there is no risk.

Harley held back and continued to play dead.

"GCPD, drug detective! You have been surrounded, put down--uh!"

Both sides were very shocked.

Harley was shocked that the person coming was actually GCPD!

The GCPD running from the front was surprised that the "big drug lord" had been subdued.

"What's going on?" The young GCPD looked at Iverson A.

Iverson A shrugged and spread his hands, "It's just a piece of cake, no need to thank me."

"Captain Reeves, the drug lord has been subdued, your informant is really good!" The young police officer said to his colleague who was walking towards him in surprise.

Reeves, with a short haircut, didn't even look at Harley on the ground. He walked to the young drug enforcement officer with a kind smile, patted his shoulder, and praised him: "Vince, you have a bright future! Just two months after joining the job, you have successively cracked four major drug trafficking cases. If you don't get promoted, who will?"

"Including this time, it's five cases." The square-faced man corrected.

"Hehe, this time it's all the captain's credit. I didn't do anything." Vince, who still had a childish face, smiled foolishly.

Reeves, with a short haircut, moved closer to him, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Tell me, how many drug smugglings do you plan to seize this time?"

"What?" Vince was at a loss.

The square-faced man reached out to Iverson B next to him, and Iverson B immediately took out a bag of white flour from his backpack and handed it over.

The square-faced man flipped it in his hand, threw it at Harley, and said with a smile: "One kilogram, is it enough?"

The confusion on Vince's face instantly turned into horror, and his sight slowly moved from the square-faced man to the sarcastic Iverson A, the smiling Iverson B, and the captain with a grim smile on his lips.

"This..." His throat was hoarse.

"Thom, how can one kilogram be enough?" Captain Reeves pretended to be angry and said, "Brother Vince is a little expert in drug enforcement!

He is calm and steady, following the clues, letting go of small fish to catch big fish.

In the past two months, our place has been raided four times. Which time did the loss not exceed 100 kilograms?"

At this point, he could no longer maintain the fake smile on his face. He first took Vince's pistol and threw it on the ground, then bit his shoulder, like a hungry beast, biting madly, and making a creepy snoring sound in his mouth.

"Ahhh!" Vince screamed and wanted to struggle, but he was hugged by the captain and tied tightly, and he couldn't move at all.

"Okay, Reeves, calm down, even if Du Ping is taken back to the police station, isn't she still in our hands?" The square-faced man frowned.

The crew chief spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and cursed: "We can only get back half of what we sent in, and we lost millions!"

"You are the drug enforcement police, Captain Reeves, you are the 'anti-drug pioneer' commended by the mayor!" Vince pressed his shoulders and howled in collapse.

"Fuck, the mayor commended me only because he and the city council took the lion's share."

The crew chief patted his face and said sarcastically: "Why do you think he commended me?

Yes, I got the medal only because I seized enough Du Ping that year.

The more I seized, the more the police station shipped, the more shipped, the more US dollars, how could that bastard not be happy to give me a medal?

If it weren't for you, the bastard, messing around, I could still be named a model worker this year!"

"No, I don't believe it, you are talking nonsense, it's impossible!" Vince shook his head wildly, a little hysterical.

"I have made it so clear, this idiot still doesn't believe it." The crew chief pointed at the young police officer and laughed at the square-faced man.

"Young people who just graduated from the police academy are all like this. When we first entered the police station, we were no different from him."

The square-faced man's expression and tone were very calm.

"The same as us?" Captain Reeves sneered, "That depends on his next choice."

"Vince, pick up your gun and kill her." The square-faced man pointed at Harley in the corner.

"Why? She is not a drug dealer." Vince shouted.

"Yes, she is not a drug dealer, but a kind and upright little nun. Only by killing such a person can you join us." The square-faced man said.

"Join you?" Vince was at a loss.

"I feel annoyed when I see him, so why not kill him?" The short-haired man's eyes were full of anger.

The square-faced man shook his head, "The boss specifically told me that Vince is very good at drug enforcement and is a rare talent. I really misjudged him at the beginning."

"You are dealing drugs, and you want to recruit me to fight drugs?" The young detective was even more confused.

"You idiot, we don't fight drugs, where do the drugs come from?" The crew chief kicked Vince in the ass.

Vince suddenly realized, "You want me to raid Maroni's place and sell the seized Du Ping myself?"

The square-faced man said calmly, "Maroni is not the main target. Gotham is an international metropolis with the largest Du Ping consumer market in the United States. Du lords from all over the world try to enter it all the time.

We mainly raid their goods, and Maroni often provides timely and useful information.

Of course, if the monthly turnover is too low, we will also take action against Maroni. After all, we are used to big fish and meat, and we can't stand the feeling of being hungry."

"It's too dark. Is there no justice in Gotham? If there is, where is it? If not, why do police academies always teach us to protect the law and justice?" The young detective was full of despair.

"You talk too much nonsense, are you going to do it or not?" The square-faced man was a little impatient, and winked at Iverson B next to him, and Iverson B immediately pointed his gun at Vince.

Vince's pupils shrank, and he said nervously: "If you kill me, how will you explain to the other detectives in the police station? They all know that I will go on a mission with you tonight."

"What to explain? This is the tradition of GCPD, do you understand?"

The crew chief sneered at him, "Every outstanding police officer who enters the Gotham Police Department from the police academy must prove that he is a sociable GCPD as soon as he joins the team."

"Sociable?" Vince seemed to have thought of something, and his whole face was covered with fear, "Does every newcomer in the police station have to pledge his loyalty to the old man and kill an innocent person?"

"How can such a good thing happen?" The crew chief sneered.

"Good news?" Vince was about to collapse, crying, "You are all crazy!"

"Of course it's a good thing," the square-faced man nodded seriously, "Only the best police officers are eligible to join.

You can only join after you have paid a pledge of allegiance and proved that you are sociable, and you can get dividends after joining.

We only need elites who are useful to us and can create profits.

Your graduation results in the police academy were very poor, with a GPA of only 2.4, which was 1.4 points lower than the standard line of 3.8!

I thought you would be an invisible person who just joined the job and waited for a pension, but who would have thought that you were poor in cultural subjects but had excellent practical skills.

In just two months, you unraveled the mystery and seized our four secret storages and drug warehouses."

Vince smiled bitterly, "I really have no other choice?"

"What do you think?" The square-faced man asked back.

Vince's face changed several times, and he struggled fiercely in his heart.

"I don't want to die." He knelt on the ground with a plop, covering his face and crying.

The square-faced man smiled, and the crew-haired captain and the two Iversons all relaxed.

They knew he had made his choice.

In fact, it is not difficult to make a choice.

Either you are rich and powerful, or you are stigmatized and shot in a shabby and dirty alley.

Even a fool knows how to choose.

"Can I change someone? I believe in Christ and cannot hurt clergy." Vince said in a muffled voice.