The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

Edward glanced at the converted wealth value.

35 million?

Happiness came too suddenly.

There's something slightly unreal about it.

In just a short time, he got 35 yuan. The money came so fast that he wanted to cry.

Come to think of it, during these years as a police officer, let alone make money.

I paid my salary, paid the rent, water and electricity, and bought oil, rice, sauce, and salt.

Looking back, I couldn't save much money, and I didn't dare to get sick and be hospitalized.

All year round, those who wear clothes are in rags and those who are poor are pitied by thieves.

Others party all night long and have dinner parties, but I save money to draw cards and lose sleep.

Am I easy? Me!

Thinking of this, Edward felt no more psychological pressure.

Take it, why not take it.

Everything...bring it to you!

Edward's pupils became more and more excited, but he restrained himself a little when he thought there was someone next to him.

The stubborn old driver stared at Edward's little move with big eyes.

Unfortunately, he couldn't speak and could only watch with his eyes open as Edward stole the money that originally belonged to him.

Wealth value: 39 million

When Edward was about to gather his strength, the police officer outside the car poked his head and looked inside, "Chief Inspector, did you find anything inside?"

Oops!

Edward's heart sank. It felt so good to touch the money just now, but he didn't expect that after staying in there for so long, he would already arouse suspicion.

Edward looked at the excited young police officer and reluctantly took back his left hand, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

When Katrin, the head of the super-rich bank (MM Bank), looked over, Edward clenched his fists and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment of touching money in front of others.

"Cough cough..."

Edward subconsciously avoided the other person's eyes, and at this moment, he happened to catch a glimpse of the driver of the transport truck out of the corner of his eye.

The driver of the transport truck was bleeding from all his orifices and stared at Edward with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

Edward's scalp went numb as he looked at this man's tragic death. "Don't do this. It makes me seem like I've robbed you of your money."

This is the people's money, from the people, to the people.

As a people, I take some people's money.

It is also reasonable!

"Um…"

Edward just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze with peace of mind.

But this glance was remembered by the young police officer.

"Ahem, it's okay!" Edward originally wanted to find a reason to offend him, but when he thought about it carefully, I am the chief detective. Why did I come to the scene? It was because I might be working on some big case, such a big case. , can you tell you little police officers?

Certainly not.

Therefore, not speaking is the best answer.

Moreover, you see those police detectives in movies who talk less and do more... Bah, bad luck, how can they do more?

Edward got out of the car. This time he paid 39 for free, so he could smoke three times.

It's more delicious than eating mayonnaise.

Of course, he can continue to have sex for free, but there is a risk of being discovered. If two people see that the money in his hand disappears for no reason, it will be a small matter for him to lose his position, but a big deal for him to lose his butt after going to jail.

"Okay, it's alright!"

Edward is in a good mood now. If a good man who robs banks can partner with him every day, then...his little life will be prosperous.

The person in charge of the bank, Katrin, answered a phone call and avoided the two people. It seemed that she might be the boss.

The young police officer looked at Katrina's back, his blurred eyes a little obsessed, "Detective, do you think if I deposit 800 million in the bank, can I get her phone number?"

"You are so rich, why can't you buy a phone for yourself?"

"????"

The little police officer is full of questions?

Edward shook his head. Why do young people today think of doing anything to use ism?

Watching Detective Edward leave, the young police officer retracted his gaze, then shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his head, turned around and curiously looked at the body in the car. Detective Edward had just been checking inside for a long time, and he should have discovered it. something.

The young police officer got into the car and searched for a long time using professional techniques and the skills taught by the police academy, but except for the few bags of money on the ground, he found nothing useful.

The young police officer glanced at the old driver who was still staring at death, and remembered that Detective Edward reluctantly glanced in the direction of the body in his last moments.

First of all, it can be ruled out that Detective Edward is definitely not a person who loves money, because when he saw the blue shirt on Detective Edward, it was almost white from the wash. This shows how frugal the detective is on weekdays. !

Second, Detective Edward couldn't possibly be interested in the body.

Now that the wrong answers have been eliminated, the remaining answers become obvious and correct, and Detective Edward discovers something special on the body.

Thinking of this, the little police officer became excited.

He is just a patrolman. He patrols the streets basically every day. It is difficult for him to be exposed to such thrilling scenes.

Because those major cases are all handled by police detectives.

A young police officer like him is simply untouchable.

But he was unwilling to give in. He wanted to do big things and handle big cases. In order to train his logical thinking ability, he would mark the criminals with red pen when reading Conan comics at the street stall every day.

He originally thought that the robbery case today was just a small case, so he didn't take it to heart. Even if Detective Edward arrived, he didn't pay much attention to it. The main reason was that Katrin's figure was so good, she was tall, curly and fair. , just like the female instructor he had at school.

At that time, he was young and energetic, and he also skipped classes.

Often skip a class.

Regret now!

Going back to reality.

The young police officer continued to examine the body. The driver's eyelids were swollen and his face was purple. This should be the result of the air cavity in the chest being squeezed after being hit by the car.

The cheeks are fat and the body is very soft.

Hmm...too much junk food.

and also…

and many more…

The young police officer saw a black tattoo on the back of the driver's neck, which looked like a skull.

This tattoo?

He seemed to have learned it in the police academy, and the female instructor... said it during class.

only…

Why the hell is there only picture and no sound?

When I was in class, I remember that I listened very seriously, right?

The young police officer took the photo, looked at it a few times, and then put the phone away.

Looking at the money on the ground, there was no one else around except him. The thought suddenly came to his mind that even if I reached out to grab a few, no one might notice it.

But he quickly cut off this thought. He was a policeman, not a thief, so he couldn't take the money.

But when I think about being a policeman, I feel a little ashamed that I have such thoughts.

It was precisely because of this that he felt the greatness of Detective Edward.

Logically speaking, it would be impossible for a normal person to face so much money at his feet and no one else around him without some special ideas!

And under the harassment of such thoughts, Detective Edward is probably the only one who can stick to his heart, ignore external objects, and handle cases seriously.

Thinking of this, the young police officer admired Detective Edward even more.