frightfiction Chapter 517 The good turns evil
Chapter 517 The good turns evil
Chapter 517: Good Becomes Evil
Once again rejecting the abalone recommended by the boss, Abu quickly devoured four bowls of fish ball noodles.
Xiao He couldn't close his mouth because of the word "Jing".
Four bowls, it seems like I’m not full yet.
Is it so edible?
That's awesome.
Abu wiped his mouth, patted his stomach with satisfaction, turned to look at Xiaohe who had a surprised expression and said, "I'm done eating. Should we continue walking around or take you back to the police station?"
Abu just thought that Zhang Lang wanted him to protect the young policeman. After all, he was the one who chopped off Ma Ye's head, and that group of people were coming for him.
And now this group of people are involved, especially this little policewoman who rammed into the situation.
If something really happens, well… it just doesn’t feel good.
Xiao He thought for a while and said, "Let's go back to the police station. We can't catch those people just by the two of us. We should go back. Guan Gong should have reported to the higher-ups. We just need to wait for reinforcements."
Of course Abu would not have any problem and just followed your instructions: "Okay, I'll follow your instructions."
"Abu, can I ask you a question?"
Abu was stunned for a moment, his expression solemn. He guessed what question Xiaohe wanted to ask him, and he didn't want to avoid it: "Ask."
"Can you give me your phone number?"
What?
After all this time?
"for you."
After Xiao He picked up the phone, he quickly typed in his phone number.
"This is my phone number, call me if you have anything."
Abu smiled and nodded.
"Xiao He, do you think that killing a very evil person can be considered upholding justice?"
When Xiao He returned his phone to him, he said righteously, "Of course not. They broke the law, and there will definitely be laws to punish them. Here, here you go."
Abu thought of Zhang Lang.
Zhang Lang: Don’t think about me, I’m just having an evil moment.
This time, there were no intrusive three thieves. After eating, the two went straight back to the police station.
On the way, Abu taught him some grappling and fighting techniques.
The two of them were laughing and playing, and the younger brother who was arranged by Fei Rong and Tian Ji to monitor them saw it clearly.
In the police station.
After Guan Gong reported the situation here, he put down the phone and looked at Taishan who had been studying Abu's black travel bag.
Just because Taishan had a magnifying glass and a flashlight and had been looking for clues around the black bag since he came back.
Guan Gong certainly would not persuade Taishan, and he was too lazy to do so.
Just let him be.
Pretended to be a human head.
There will always be some bloodstains left.
Taishan was certain that Abu must have been involved in the death of the unidentified person.
At least he would keep his point.
Taishan turned the black travel bag inside upside down. If there were red blood stains inside, he would be able to find them if he looked for them as carefully as he did.
Unfortunately, this bag is not the same as the previous one.
So even if he worked himself to death, this bastard still wouldn't be able to find anything.
Guan Gong shook his head and drank his tea. No matter how they struggled, as long as he kept hiding, no trouble would find him.
He has chosen to lie low and in a few years he will be able to apply for retirement. What's the point of having a bicycle? Being low-key is better than anything else.
Tomorrow someone will be sent over to take over the case, and he just needs to cooperate.
"What's for dinner?"
"What?"
Liang Bao whispered: "What are we going to eat tonight? People are made of iron and rice is made of steel. If we don't eat, we will be hungry."
Guan Gong smiled and said, "Yes, that's right. It's true. It looks like he can't count on dinner anymore. You have to work hard for a while."
"It's okay for me to work hard for a while, the important thing is what to eat."
Guan Gong pursed his thick lips. The typhoon was coming and he didn’t know what to eat.
"Let's see what else is in the kitchen and try to make as much as possible. We don't know if the typhoon will come again."
Liang Bao: "Whether you come or not depends on God."
"That's right. Maybe soon they'll report that the typhoon is not coming."
"is it possible?"
“So maybe.”
"Forget it. I'm going to go cook. Xiao He and the others should be back soon."
Taishan gave up and ran to Taishan and Liangbao and said, "By the way, tonight is Xiaohe's birthday. I'll go order a cake for her."
Guan Gong: "Yes, yes, yes."
……
Night falls on the seashore.
Luo Tianhong and Zhang Lang looked at the stars.
"It looks like this typhoon has deviated from its course. The weather bureau's forecasts have never been accurate."
"It's just a warning. If it were really that accurate, it wouldn't be called a weather forecast."
"Boss, you called me here, didn't you just want to watch me fight with that guy?"
“Isn’t that a good enough reason?”
"Yeah...very sufficient. Now other clubs avoid us when they see us. We want to go out and plant our flag, but it's not legitimate. Brother Jie and the others are all out, so it's too difficult to find someone to fight with now."
"Don't worry, after a while, your eight-sided Han sword might even produce sparks."
Zhang Lang yawned again.
If you eat too much, you will feel sleepy and there is nothing you can do about it.
"The guy I fought with today was really good. In the second round, he deliberately held back on his moves. I could tell that he practiced moves designed to kill the opponent as quickly as possible."
"He's a killer. Have you improved after fighting him?"
"If I had used the Eight-sided Han Sword to fight him bare-handed, I think I would have won. I am unarmed, and I am not strong enough to compete head-on with him. My calf kicked against his calf, and I felt like my shinbone was going to break. It was too hard."
Zhang Lang thought about Abu fighting a hundred people at once, and his knees made a creaking sound. "No matter how tough you are, there is a limit. The upper limit of using weapons is higher than using bare hands. Don't give up the near and seek the far. As for why I let you fight a second time, it's to let you know that your boxing and kicking skills can be improved. After your boxing and kicking skills are improved, you hold the Eight-sided Han Sword, do you think you can kill them in one second?"
"If they don't use guns, I think they can all be killed."
"Now that you put it that way, it is indeed true. After all, times have changed. Guns are faster than a gun at a distance of seven steps."
"What about within seven steps?"
"Of course it's fast and accurate. You don't even need to aim. Look at those people who dodge bullets in the movies. They are so good at it. But who can dodge bullets in real life?"
Zhang Lang finished speaking with a sneer, and discovered that Luo Tianhong was looking at him with a hint of contempt.
"Boss, doesn't your conscience hurt when you say this?"
Zhang Lang: "I'm talking about ordinary people. Am I an ordinary person?"
Luo Tianhong was speechless. He still remembered that every time after Wang Jianjun fought with them, he would take a big black star in his hand and squeeze it hard, gritting his teeth, making himself blush and thick-necked every time.
Later, someone couldn't help but ask Wang Jianjun why he always held the Black Star pistol like that, was there any grudge that made him hate him so much?
Wang Jianjun didn't say anything, and Wang Jianguo said lightly: The boss used one hand to pinch the black star into an iron lump.