I want to be a super cop

Chapter 245 Instigation
Xue Xiaodong was taken aback, looking at the folding knife in the middle-aged man's hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew that the middle-aged man came for himself.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand violently, pushing the middle-aged man forward.

The middle-aged man stabilized his body, looked at Liu Wentao who was coming with a knife, and frowned. He wanted to open his mouth to ask about the situation, but the other party didn't give him a chance at all.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man cursed and could only dodge sideways.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xue Xiaodong ran away, running towards the end of the alley.

"You and him..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looking at Liu Wentao, who was also wearing a peaked cap, and wanted to ask questions.

At this time Liu Wentao, where would he be given a chance to speak, the movements of his hands never stopped at all.

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Wentao, who was smelling of alcohol all over his body, and backed away again and again. He was a step too late, and the sharp fruit knife cut his arm open in an instant.

"Fuck, you fucking mad dog!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the small bloody hole on his arm, and was completely angry.

Liu Wentao, paralyzed by alcohol, completely lost his mind and slashed straight at him with a knife.

"Mad dog!"

The middle-aged man cursed angrily, turned sideways to avoid the fruit knife that was piercing him, quickly grabbed Liu Wentao's wrist with his right hand, and squeezed hard.

Liu Wentao's wrist was in severe pain, and he couldn't hold the fruit knife and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man turned around, twisted Liu Wentao's arm, and threw him to the ground with a skillful over-the-shoulder throw.

"Little red guy!"

The middle-aged man patted Liu Wentao on the head, stood up, looked at both ends of the alley, and quickly walked towards the location where Xue Xiaodong escaped.

"boom."

The middle-aged man took two steps, and Liu Wentao counterattacked on his heels, and hugged him tightly: "Grass mud horse, bully me! Why did you all join forces to lie to me!"

As he spoke, he picked up the small fruit knife on the ground and stabbed him in the leg.

"Grass."

The middle-aged man looked back at Liu Wentao who was holding the knife, his eyes flashed coldly, he didn't hold back any hands, taking the right foot hugged by Liu Wentao as the center of support, the courier turned around and stepped on Liu Wentao's back in an instant with his left foot On the back, stomp hard.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of bones coming from the back.

"what!"

Liu Wentao let out a scream, his eyes widened, but he didn't let go of his middle-aged right foot.

The middle-aged man looked deeply at Liu Wentao, and the folding switchblade in his hand bounced up.

After three seconds.

The middle-aged man kicked Liu Wentao away and strode deep into the alley.

The end of the alley.

Xue Xiaodong slammed on the locked iron door, unable to push it open no matter what.

At this time, he was completely sober, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his hair with a big back covered in jelly was messy.

In a panic, he took out his cell phone and wanted to call the police, but the cell phone had already run out of battery and automatically shut down, and no matter how he pressed it, the screen was black.

"Da da da."

Behind.

Rapid footsteps sounded.

A middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap appeared, his body was covered by dim lights, his face was covered by the peaked cap, and his expression could not be seen at all.

"Is that Xue Xiaodong?"

The middle-aged man lowered his pace, took out a pair of disposable rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on, then took out a cigarette to light it, and said to himself: "Your pen name is Tianxia, ​​and you published it on XX Comic Network. I published my own comic works, and the response was good.”

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Xue Xiaodong pushed the iron door frantically, and desperately shook his head in denial: "I'm not Xue Xiaodong, and I don't even know what you mean by the world."

"Ah."

The middle-aged man sneered and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth without saying a word.

"Da da da."

The night was extremely silent.

The footsteps of the middle-aged man were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xue Xiaodong's heart one after another, causing waves of tremors.

"You, don't come here! I have already called the police!" Xue Xiaodong swallowed, pretending to be strong.

The middle-aged man was still three meters away from Xue Xiaodong, but he really stopped, stood where he was, and smoked a cigarette.

The thick smoke shrouded his face, and he couldn't see his expression.

"Zi."

The cigarette was lit and there was a sound of burning.

The middle-aged man squinted at Xue Xiaodong with a cigarette in his mouth, took out a folded A4 paper from his pocket, opened it, and the screen was an unsightly crime scene.

A bespectacled male figure is tying up the uniformed teacher and is reaching for her stockings.

"Your comic work is called The Lost Teacher, which is full of pornography and pornography. During the serialization period, there was a website as a cover. Your work was not blocked and gained a lot of popularity."

"But in our opinion, it's just rubbish among rubbish. The painting style is full of abetting crimes against young people. Do you know how many teenagers you have harmed by doing this?" The middle-aged man raised the A4 paper in his hand. The picture, and then fold it back into the pocket: "I describe your work in this way, do you have any objection?"

Xue Xiaodong shook his head frantically, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly waved his hand to deny it: "No, I didn't draw it, and I don't know who made this kind of rubbish."

"It seems that you don't recognize your own work very much either!"

The middle-aged grinned and looked at Xue Xiaodong playfully: "To be honest, I really feel sad for you. Painting is not as demanding as online novels. Painting requires skills and imagination. Your skills are very good, but it’s a pity that you just went astray.”

"In order to maximize your own interests, you have ignored the law and morality, and played extreme borderlines in order to maximize your interests. In terms of money, you have undoubtedly succeeded."

"But have you ever thought, when you construct this kind of crime scene, have you thought about the abetting crime full of painting style? Have you ever thought about the poison it will have on the teenagers who read your works? "

When it comes to here.

Xue Xiaodong already fully understood why the other party today came to find him.

The other party has already studied his details clearly.

He shook his head frantically, turned around and stepped on the iron gate, trying to climb over.

Xue Xiaodong, who had been hollowed out by wine, was struggling to climb the iron gate with a huge span.

The middle-aged man didn't stop him, he just stood there, wrapped in a cigarette and watching silently.

at last.

With the help of the bars on the iron gate, Xue Xiaodong climbed to the top of the iron gate, which was more than two meters long.

He looked at the sharp thorns on the top of the iron gate, gritted his teeth and climbed over carefully.

As long as you pass through this sharp thorn, you will be safe.

"Remember!"

The middle-aged man smoked his last cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt with his fingers, put the cigarette butt in his pocket, and walked up quickly: "People, no matter when, you must consider that your words and deeds will affect you. What influence does others bring, what poison does it bring!"

On the iron gate.

Xue Xiaodong leaned forward and was about to climb over the iron gate. Looking at the middle-aged man running over, his hands were a little faster.

but.

He greatly underestimated the physical ability of middle age.

Just a moment.

The middle-aged man had already run under the iron gate, using both hands and feet, he climbed up with incomparable agility.

Xue Xiaodong hastened to speed up.

Just when he flipped over with one foot and volleyed with the other, he was about to jump over.

The middle-aged man had already climbed up, and stretched out his hand to yank Xue Xiaodong's volleying right leg.

"Pfft."

Xue Xiaodong stared at the boss, staring at the lights of the street lights ahead.

The dim light brightened and expanded infinitely before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)