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Chapter 254 Wu Song Fights the Tiger (I)

"Uncle, what do you do? You dare to eat at the same table with this little BK, you are quite brave."

After roughly guessing the identity of the dead man on the ground, Liu Yonglu moved a chair and helped Old Huos sit down. He also asked Mi Li'er to take out the medical bag he carried with him, and he helped the old man bandage his wound.

When Huos heard this, he was surprised. What a mess! The man in front of him had more wrinkles on his face than me, and he called me uncle?

Moreover, he did not understand the meaning of the gibberish at the end. He looked at the four people in front of him blankly and thought, "The man on the ground is not normal, and I think you are not normal either."

"I work for the Calder County Sheriff's Department. What about you?" Hoss pointed to the badge on his chest. It was in the shape of a silver horseshoe with a gold border. Carol knew that the old sheriff in front of him had some status in the Sheriff's Department and was not at the bottom of the society.

"Special Investigations."

Liu Yonglu whispered, fearing that there might be ears on the other side of the wall, and he took out his ID from his pocket and showed it to Huos.

"Investigation department? Investigation captain? What do you do?"

In fact, most people don't know about the Moses Sadd Investigation Department, and the few who have heard of it just know its name. If this thing is publicized with great fanfare, there will be nothing else in the newspapers every day but the bizarre stories of the investigators.

Millie Tang and Liu Yonglu showed their ID cards to ordinary people. These people would not notice the name of their unit. The Investigation Department might be similar to the Ministry of Finance and the Audit Department. They are all state agencies. As long as the royal seal is on the ID card, it will be fine.

But the Hoss in front of him was also a member of the Mosesad administrative system, so he had this question.

"Do you see that little bastard lying on the ground? We usually deal with them."

Liu Yonglu pointed at Bastoli on the ground, but no one noticed that at this moment, Bastoli's right hand was in a different position than it was at the beginning.

“Oh, I see.

I haven't thanked you yet, especially this young man. If I didn't have your gun, I would have to smoke with my left hand in the future."

Old Hoss took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a puff to calm himself.

"Sir, since you are an old resident of Calder County, are you particularly familiar with Novidon?"

"Very familiar. I have been a sheriff in Novedon for more than ten years. It was only in the last five years that I changed my patrol location. I have no use for those things in the big city. I am more comfortable patrolling in the countryside on horseback."

"Okay, then you'll have to help us out for the next two days."

It was like someone sending you a pillow when you were dozing off. The plan proposed by Liu Yonglu before had only a small loophole. It lacked a local person from Noviden. Although it could be done without this person, there was a high possibility of unexpected mistakes in the process.

The old man in front of me is just right. He is a local and has been working in criminal investigation for decades. He doesn’t need to cultivate basic qualities, they are already there.

Having someone like this to help is like adding wings to a tiger.

Old Hoss looked at Liu Yonglu, then lowered his head to look at the certificate carefully. Yes, it was indeed the royal seal. This stamp was also on his own certificate. It was not fake.

Besides, the other person just saved my life, so it was not logical to refuse.

He opened his mouth to agree, but when his eyes swept over Liu Yonglu again, Old Hoss found a figure behind him, who was swaying and then stood up again. It was the madman who had been shot just now.

At this time, there was still a bloody hole on the madman's temple, with blood flowing down his forehead. His eyes were the same as before, with a strange smile in his pupils, and he was walking towards the person in front of him step by step.

"People, people..."

Old Hoss pointed behind Liu Yonglu. All this was too unbelievable and far beyond his usual understanding, so he was speechless for a moment.

"Nonsense, he's not here, let's go or not." "He's alive, he's alive..."

"Nonsense, if you don't live, then you can call people."

Liu Yonglu was also puzzled. This old man seemed quite serious just now, with the calmness of a veteran policeman. What happened to him now? He seemed absent-minded.

When I turned around, I saw that the dead boy was really alive!

In a flash, the resurrected Bastoli rushed towards Liu Yonglu. It was strange that the one who shot him was Kougan, and the one who confronted him just now was Old Hoss, but he did not rush towards these two people, but only rushed towards Liu Yonglu.

The next second, Liu Yonglu saw a pale white blade piercing through the madman's chest and coming out directly from the front of his chest.

It was Carol who made the move! He had been keeping an eye on the fallen Bastoli since just now. He didn't have a premonition that this man could be resurrected, but out of the professional habit of an old investigator, pagans were often related to gods, so he couldn't take the corpse lightly as long as it wasn't taken to a safe place.

Seeing Bastoli stand up, he didn't think twice, picked up the ancient relic on his body and stabbed him again.

I have such a quick temper! Anyway, we have already fallen out, so there is nothing more to say.

After the first slash of the knife, Carol was worried that the man was not dead yet, so he twisted his wrist hard. He learned this technique in the army. He could find the position accurately, and the sharp knife would definitely not get stuck in the opponent's ribs. It was fast and fierce!
The bone knife was pulled out, and a cloud of blood mist rose from behind. Carol was quick to jump back and avoid it.

The whole process was clean and neat. When Liu Yonglu came to his senses, Bastoli had fallen in a pool of blood again, and this time the pool of blood under him was a little bigger.

"Mr. from the Investigation Department, this man was shot in the head, how come he didn't die?"

"This, this, this... this, it wasn't that he wasn't killed just now, this thing has recovered again!"

"But the bullet went into the head and penetrated all the way."

"Why are you making such a fuss? A normal person would die if shot in the head, but this guy can survive.

Please wait a moment, we will tie him up."

Liu Yonglu had seen these high-ranking priests of the Gear Church, and they were indeed quite capable. The previous Jiuli probably had a broken arm, and after he replaced it with a brass arm, he... was fine.

This guy probably had a rotten head. Even if he got a brass head, he would be... fine.

Calling Kogan and Carol, the three of them found a rope, and quickly lifted the priest up from the ground and tied his hands behind his back. While tying him up, they also checked his wounds.

That's right, there are two holes in his head where bullets pierced through it, and now there's a bigger one on the back of his heart. Bleeding from three blood holes can kill a person. There's no way he can recover.

The three of them were tying up the people, and Millie Tang was beside them, whispering to Old Hoss about the next plan.

Old Hoss nodded repeatedly, thinking: It would have been great if this person had told me earlier. I was confused after listening to that person. Since it is a major event related to the Continental Exposition and authorized by the New Nuremberg royal family, I will definitely do my best to take part.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Bastoli who was tied up by Liu Yonglu and others. He stood up again after a while!

The weekend is coming to an end and it will be Monday soon.

I watched the video and it seems that it is already quite cold in Northeast China. Many people are wearing down jackets. Everyone should pay attention to keeping warm.

I like summer the most and don’t like winter, haha. When I write and look at the fallen leaves outside the house, I will think.

I don’t know what I will be doing or thinking when new buds sprout on the branches again next year.

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(End of this chapter)