In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

"Hey! Hello everyone!"

The cabin door opened, and First Tool walked down the disembarkation channel in two steps, waving to his compatriots gathered outside the airport fence.

In an instant, it aroused the response of everyone.

People even crowded together to form a human wall, trying to climb over the fence and board the flight to the civilized country.

Some reporters even set up their cameras to record this historic moment.

There are journalists from both home and abroad.

They know that today will be a memory they will never forget!

It is a great step for their farm tools to move towards prosperity!

As they unloaded the farm tools one by one and tried to walk toward the reviewing passage of the airport, a burly figure appeared out of nowhere, wrapped tightly in clothes, blocking their way.

"Hey, you're the one that one that one that one..."

The strange man rubbed his head as if he was trying to recall how to call them, but as soon as he said this, several farm tools turned pale.

In their view, this is a naked provocation!

No one is allowed to say these two words in front of them.

"Are you looking for death?"

A muscular farmhand who was two meters tall walked up and glared at the weirdo.

He has strong muscles and looks like an expert at picking cotton and carrying watermelons.

"...that...stop!"

The weirdo finally remembered what he was going to say and stretched out his hand to signal the farm tools getting off the plane to stop moving forward.

However, the farm tools are always impatient. The muscular farm tool walked straight forward and pulled off the hat of the secretive weirdo.

The classic white face with brown hair appeared in front of the farm tools.

The muscular farm tool's pupils suddenly dilated and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Bai Wu didn't care about the unreasonable behavior of the farm tool. He slowly took off his sunglasses and mask, and then took off the windbreaker that wrapped himself.

A white man with a white face, wearing the classic U.S. police combat uniform, who looked very much like a U.S. detective chief, appeared in front of the farmers.

Looking at the white fog, all the farm tools couldn't help but stare with wide brows, trembled, and took a step back together.

US Sheriff?!

The fear that came from deep in their genes made them look around and doubts arose in their minds.

Is this their hometown, or that farm tool hell, America?

Why would the American sheriff appear here?

Don't doubt their judgment, why not other countries.

Because this is the fear engraved in their bones by the blood of countless farm tools.

"Hey, Sheriff, what can I do for you?"

The muscular farm tool had a vigilant look on his face and was quietly moving backwards.

However, as more and more farm tools were unloaded from the plane, he had no way to retreat.

"Listen, my chocolate is lost. It was a gift for Aunt Mary. I suspect one of you stole my chocolate."

Bai Wu practiced speaking James Gordon's authentic American accent.

He placed his hands on his waist and looked at them warily.

When Muscle Farm Tool heard this, his expression relaxed.

Are you kidding? How could they steal chocolate?

He immediately put his hand into his pocket, trying to find the empty pocket as proof, while saying:

"Hey, sir, look..."

But before he could finish his words, the other workers behind Muscle Farmer saw the detective's face change drastically, and he exclaimed:

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The suspect is armed!"

He took out a Glock from his right hand which was placed at his waist.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Flowers of blood bloomed, and the muscular farm tool's tall body fell backwards.

"Oh, No!"

"Waterfa!"

"Shet!"

All the farm tools looked at this scene in horror, trying to squeeze back like frightened mice.

The chief detective still refused to relax. He took a few steps forward and fired two more shots, emptying the entire magazine.

Without hesitation, he immediately replaced the magazine with a fully loaded one.

The Farm Tools watched as the Sheriff walked up to Muscle Farm Tool and opened his pockets, only to be relieved to see that they were empty.

"Huh, misunderstanding cleared up."

Bai Wu wiped the non-existent sweat from his head.

He would give himself 82 points for this performance.

He looked at the farm tools that were looking at him in fear and anger, and smiled. Glock pointed at the group of people:

"Don't be afraid, I'm just investigating the case and I will never wrongly accuse any good person.

Now, would you please raise your hands above your heads?"

The muscular farmhand fell to the ground, blood already flowing all over the ground.

The inheritance of memory told them that this farm tool was scrapped.

With this previous experience as a lesson, no matter how unwilling the farm tools were, they had no choice but to cooperate when they saw the guns in Bai Wu's hands.

just.

When their hands slowly move up from their legs to their waists.

Their pupils suddenly dilated.

Because they saw that the damn white sheriff had the same terrified expression on his face again.

Immediately, some farmers exclaimed and wanted to put their hands down:

"Oh shit NoNoNoNo......"

Unfortunately, it was too late, the gunshots had already been heard.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

This time the gunfire was a covering strike.

After one magazine was empty, they couldn't see how fast the sheriff could change magazines, so they stopped only after another magazine was emptied.

The farm tools wanted to run onto the plane, but the plane door was closed at some point and they had nowhere to hide.

On the ground, 34 bullets accurately created 34 farm tools lying on the ground, and were about to be scrapped in the factory of their manufacturer.

At this time, the farm workers who had come down from other planes to rest, eat, and go to the toilet noticed the commotion here and ran over.

At the airport, a team of soldiers wearing untidy tactical uniforms and carrying riot control tools also ran over.

As for the farmers who were witnessing this scene outside the airport, their previous excited cheers had now died down and cooled down.

They looked at the white sheriff who looked like a devil, with more anger than fear.

In their country, in their territory, what can a white pig do to be so arrogant that it actually slaughtered dozens of their compatriots!

There are dozens of them!

They couldn't believe that this was happening right before their eyes.

The farmers who knew the capacity of the Glock magazine shouted angrily:

"Fuck, kill this pig, he's run out of bullets, he has no more bullets!"

"Go and kill him, he should go to hell!"

The sound was so loud that it could be heard directly inside the airport.

When the many farm tools heard the sound, they looked at the chief detective who was alone in the sea of ​​farm tools, and a dangerous light flashed in their eyes.

The security guards who came with riot control tools naturally heard the warning and rushed forward immediately.

What surprised all the farmers was that even without guns, the white sheriff easily knocked down the whole team of security guards with his physical strength, and they lay on the ground, unknown whether they were dead or alive.

"Go ahead, can he really beat all of us by himself?"

There was a farm tool coming off the plane and roaring! It was like an angry gorilla.

As if he had heard his words and seeing their eagerness, the white sheriff looked at them nervously and explained:

"Listen, I'm just here to look for my lost chocolates, don't get excited! Please put your hands on your head and let me check and then I'll leave."

But soon, the sheriff made an expression of sudden enlightenment, glanced around at them, and said quickly:

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I think I know who stole my chocolate!"