Chapter 100 Neighborhood Suppression
The little thief ran over in a panic. Diallo, who was familiar with these guys, did not rush to take action. Instead, he suddenly opened the driver's door when the other party approached his car.
Bang! ! !
The other person's nose happened to come into close contact with the car door, and he fell to the ground on all fours in an instant.
“Fuck! What bastard!” Mr. Robber turned around and found a pistol on his head.
"According to state law, robbery can send you to prison for at least five years." Diallo said, grabbing the other person's collar.
"I didn't rob. I just picked up the wallet and didn't find the owner." The man who was controlled quibbled while handing over a roll of banknotes.
Diallo glanced at the denomination on the banknote, without putting down the gun in his hand, and said gloomily, "Bring a public official, I can add another 2 years to you."
The robber was stunned. Then he showed an astonished expression, "Please be kind, I'll do my best."
Then he started to dig through his pockets and took out all the money.
The director still didn't put down the thing in his hand, and used his eyes to signal the other party to let go of the stolen goods.
The robber understood what the other party meant, and obediently raised his hand and handed the item to Diallo—it was an old-style women's wallet.
“What is that in his arms?!” Diallo found that the other party was subconsciously hiding something in his clothes.
"It's nothing, sir..."
"Pull your clothes off and hurry up!" Diallo urged fiercely.
The man opened his clothes and found a bloody dagger inside.
"What's going on?" Diallo frowned, but made no other move.
"There is an old guy with blind eyes. I gave it to her. Don't worry, it's not deep and there will be no problem." After saying this, the person opposite quietly handed over a watch.
Looking at the brand on the watch, Diallo nodded with satisfaction, accepted the bribe, and lowered the muzzle of the pistol
“The security here is not very good. "If you have nothing to do, don't linger on the street. Go back quickly," Diallo said matter-of-factly, looking at the street entrance casually.
The other party fled as fast as he could and disappeared in the opposite alley in less than half a minute.
After the robbers left, Diallo turned on his police lights and drove back to the community.
In fact, even if he gets that watch, it is only a small amount of money for Diallo, not as much as his profit from a week of black market transactions, but he enjoys this process and transfers his wealth bit by bit. The process of accumulation of drops.
“Just use the money to temporarily rent a house for my mother, and try out a few more communities.” He thought this way.
The car arrived at the door of my mother's house, only to find that a group of people had gathered there early, and the lights of the ambulance were flashing.
"It's so pitiful, Mrs. Matilda was such a good person, she died like this..." Such a voice came from the crowd.
Who died? !
Matilda?
My mother! !
The sudden change made Diallo feel dizzy.
No, you must have heard wrong! You must have heard wrong! He stumbled through the crowd and saw a corpse covered in white sheets, revealing a pair of feet wearing brown leather shoes.
He recognized that pair of shoes. They were the birthday present he bought for his mother last year.
"I heard that a little man was robbing something before. Mrs. Matilda grabbed him and shouted to call the police, and he was stabbed in the heart..." Someone whispered on the side.
"There is an old guy who doesn't open his eyes. I gave her a shot. Don't worry, it's not deep and there will be no problem." "The security here is not very good. Don't stay on the street if you have nothing to do. , go back quickly”
He just said this to the guy running away next to him.
Ugh! ! !
The huge psychological fluctuation caused Diallo to vomit uncontrollably. He leaned against the tree as if he had experienced a nightmare.
Reluctance, resentment, extreme regret, all kinds of emotions are intertwined in his heart. Now he really wants to shoot himself in the head.
"What's wrong with you, kid?" A familiar voice came from behind. Diallo raised his head with tears in his eyes, and vaguely seemed to see his mother still standing in front of him.
Wait, the police chief wiped his eyes and discovered that the other person was really his mother. He jumped up excitedly, but then he felt dizzy again, and his mother reached out to support him.
He looked back suddenly and found that the crowd gathered and the "corpse" parked on the ground had disappeared without knowing when.
"Where have you been?" he asked his mother.
"There was a young man there just now who was handing out discounted products and gave me a free sample. This is their flyer. Can you take a look at it for me? My eyesight is not very good right now." Matilda The wife stuffed a leaflet and handed it to her son.
Diallo picked up the flyer, and on the front was a simple bill, which was his transaction record on the underground black market in the past six months.
On the back, there are only a few lines of words: "If you find trouble at No. 156 Wutong Street again, I guarantee that what you experienced today will become true!"
The signature has no name but a snake connected end to end. symbol.
It turned out that he had been targeted by others for a long time, and he even tried to cause trouble for the other party. Diallo, who was in great spirits, fell directly to the ground.
In the distance, He Chi, who had arrived at a safe place, wiped off the robber's disguise and stood on a high place to observe the other party's reaction with a telescope.
"It's perfect. I bet he will never dare to trouble you again." Magician Garcia said from the side.
"I'm pretty sure, so I won't bet with you." On the 3D map in He Chi's right eye, the icon representing the neighborhood police was changed to "Shock, Compromise!"
In the following days, The same story happened to several people.
The Ministry of Health official who indulged in the black market organ trade woke up in the middle of the night and found himself lying in his bathtub "covered in blood" with a long sutured incision on his side and numbness in his waist.
Clifford Gasol, who thought his organs had been removed, was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and never went to 156 Wutong Street again.
Carl Temela of the Immigration Bureau almost had his hands chopped off by gangsters because of his excessive gambling, but he never dared to mention revenge.
Congressman Raul Fafner, who is involved in some kind of secret religion, shouted in the middle of the night that he had seen a divine revelation.
Wait, wait, wait~
In less than a month, everyone with ulterior motives retreated.
No. 156 Wutong Street has become a mysterious and unmentionable existence in the mouths of local sources.
"Don't mess with the people in that villa, you will be in bad luck!" This is the advice people spread to each other in small circles.
The originator of this turmoil was completing an independent make-up change in his bedroom. The image of a young man in the middle of the last century was restored in the mirror, which was the appearance of He Chi in 1940.
"The copy: Eagle Over London is about to start, players please be prepared!" The system's voice rang in the ears again.
(End of this chapter)