Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

"Cool!"

In the Black Elf Bar, Old Hart drank up the ale in his glass in one go, showing an extremely happy expression.

He had taken Ronan for a month, and today was the first time he received the latter's "filial piety".

It’s really not easy!

Ronan raised his hand to call the barmaid and ordered another drink for Old Hart.

Such a "bold and cheerful" behavior made Old Hart a little confused and asked in disbelief: "Little Ronan, do you need my help with something?"

“Let’s just say it first, I can help with small things, but I can’t take care of big things!”

Ronan smiled and said: "It's okay, I just want to buy you a few drinks. Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Old Hart has been a police officer for decades, although he is very naughty and likes to take advantage of others.

But the veteran police officer took care of Ronan, the reserve police officer, and taught him a lot of experience.

Of course, it is completely unrealistic to expect him to block the gun for Ronan.

The reverse is more or less the same.

Old Hart laughed and said, "You've really become smarter. Only after you have suffered a loss can you realize that Old Hart was right, right?"

Ronan took the opportunity to ask: "Sir, do you know which gang the thief yesterday belonged to?"

The upper town of Rand City is the main residence of nobles, officials and wealthy businessmen. The environment and security situation are very good.

The lower city and port areas are a mixed bag, occupied by gangs of all sizes.

Ronan had only been at the Third Police Station for just over a month and had limited knowledge of the situation in the area, so he didn't know which force was responsible for setting up a trap to ambush him.

If he wants to avenge his predecessor, he must first master the identity of the other party.

"That guy should be from the Jero Brotherhood."

Old Hart replied without thinking: "The Jero Brotherhood is not easy to mess with. You were so impulsive yesterday that I couldn't stop you and couldn't follow you. Fortunately, nothing happened to you."

The Jello Brotherhood is a group of gangs that has emerged in the downtown area in recent years. The leader Jello Thackeray is ruthless and powerful. His power has developed rapidly, and his influence spans more than five blocks.

The most important thing is that the Jero Brotherhood has a backstage.

In fact, the gangs that can gain a foothold in the downtown area and the port area all have backends. They are usually gloves displayed openly by a noble, businessman, or even a member of Congress, and used as a tool to make money.

Old Hart reminded: "Little Ronan, you are not in serious trouble anyway, so don't think about revenge. If you encounter such a situation in the future, stay away. They won't dare to go too far."

Cracking down on gangsters has never been the responsibility and job of police officers.

The Third Police Station cannot afford to offend a force like the Jero Brotherhood. If a fight breaks out between the two sides, the latter will definitely be razed to the ground. There is no chance of luck.

Although the kingdom has strict control over firearms and weapons, ordinary people do not have the right to purchase and carry firearms unless they obtain a license. Once they are found to have privately owned firearms, they will be severely punished.

However, rules are rules, and in fact there is no gang that does not have firearms.

If you really want to wipe out a group of gangsters, you must use the force of the Rand City Police Department and even the garrison to do it!

The mission of low-level police officers like Old Hart and Ronan is mainly to maintain law and order on the streets, and at most arrest wanted criminals.

"Wipe your eyes brighter from now on."

For the sake of two glasses of ale, Old Hart taught patiently: "Tomorrow I will teach you how to identify gang members, so that you will not make the same mistake again in the future."

In fact, there is a tacit understanding between the local gangs and the police station. The two sides do not interfere with each other. The former will not cause major troubles in the latter's jurisdiction, and the latter will turn a deaf ear to some of the former's actions.

It was just that Ronan had just arrived and didn't understand what was going on, so he suffered a lot.

In fact, Old Hart knew very well that Ronan's accident was unlikely to be an accident or coincidence, and there must be another reason.

But he would never reveal this, let alone help Ronan.

No matter what is going on, this is the secret of experience that this veteran police officer has been able to survive peacefully for decades!

An hour later, Ronan returned to his residence.

A small room of less than ten square meters, a desk lamp of at most 10 watts, plus a simple wooden bed and desk.

There is no kitchen or bathroom.

To solve physical problems, you have to go to the public toilet outside, or put a wooden bucket in a small room.

Although Ronan doesn't care much about living conditions.

But the idea of ​​changing residence became even stronger.

In a place like this, where even fists and kicks cannot be used, how can it satisfy Ronan's needs for physical training and martial arts?

The worst thing is that the soundproofing here is terrible.

The crashing sounds and cries for help coming from the next room were clearly audible!

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, Ronan closed his eyes.

He inspired his spiritual energy to seal off his hearing, let his thoughts sink into the sea of ​​consciousness, and started a new practice.

The invisible spiritual power leaked out of the body, filling the small room silently, filling every corner.

Those fleas and bugs hiding in the corners, in the gaps between tables, chairs and floors, fled like crazy as if the apocalypse was coming, and some of the slow ones were directly crushed into dregs.

At this moment, above the sky outside the window, a bright moon glowed with a faint bloody light.

Such signs indicate that the Blood Moon is coming soon!

In the next few days, Ronan followed Old Hart on patrol in the precinct, learning more knowledge and experience.

Because he became "generous" in his spending and "tributed" meals such as hot dogs and coffee to Old Hart from time to time, the latter's favorability was greatly improved.

Old Hart, who got the advantage, passed on all the valuable experience he had accumulated over the years to Ronan.

He thought this young man was good, so he patted Ronan on the shoulder with emotion and said, "I will apply to the superiors to get you to become a regular employee in the shortest possible time."

Under normal circumstances, if there is no meritorious service or a message from the superiors, the minimum time for Ronan to become a full-time employee is three months.

Three months to become a regular officer is considered very good, but there are many reserve police officers who become regular officers after half a year or even fail to become regular officers upon expiration.

"Thank you, sir."

While Ronan was thanking him, he glanced at the people coming and going.

A flexible figure appeared in Ronan's sight, instantly awakening his memory.

Ronan recognized at a glance that the other person was the thief who lured him into the dark alley a few days ago!

When Ronan discovered the other party, the sly-looking guy also looked at Ronan. Not only did he not show any fear, but he showed a provocative smile.

Ronan avoided the other party's eyes expressionlessly.

But I kept this guy's appearance firmly in my mind.

The next moment, the thief disappeared into the bustling crowd.

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The second update is sent.

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