Song Hao tied the reins of the silver fangs under a big tree and kept cleaning its dirty hair with a brush.

Unexpectedly, the innocent little angel wandering around the Meili Snow Mountain would inevitably fall into the quagmire. It was like doing as the Romans did.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. You've been suffering with me for a long time."

Silver Fang, who seemed to be able to understand what he was saying, made a grunting sound from his mouth and rubbed his arm with his head.

This is an act of intimacy.

"So good!"

Then Song Hao, who was cautious, bent down to the side of the police station and found that there was almost no defense here.

If he were really a vicious gangster, the police officers inside would not even have time to react and would soon die in gunfire.

Just a bunch of stupid fat pigs...

At this time, there was suddenly a faint conversation from inside the police station. He hurriedly stood on a barrel to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Although the details are not very clear, I can barely distinguish the general content:

"That bastard Frasier is so arrogant that he can take all the credit for himself without fear of dying."

"What else can we do?"

"He is the famous Sheriff Valentine, and he is also a big shot who can hang Jack the Ripper in public, even if he eats soup and meat openly."

Speaking of this, a police officer couldn't help but look around, and then deliberately lowered his voice: "In the end, what was fed into our mouths was just a little bit of crumbs."

This is definitely not a joke.

After all, since Jack the Ripper's head can earn others a reward of several hundred dollars, Frazier, as a hero of the police department, can receive thousands of dollars in rewards from the authorities.

And these are just fucking numbers on the surface!

Officer Toole, who had been drinking earlier, continued: "I just met the bounty hunter outside. I remember his name, but I forgot a little."

"Anyway, Fraser is still in Saint Denis to award the award. Maybe we can contact him. Isn't there another big guy on the wanted list?"

Although it is not stated explicitly, the deeper meaning revealed by this sentence is obvious.

As old foxes who have been in official circles for many years, you can naturally hear it easily.

After thinking for a moment, the police officer sitting on the table flicked off his cigarette ashes and murmured: "You must be talking about the wanted criminal who massacred the farm not long ago, right?"

"In less than a month, it seems that no fewer than thirty farmers and servants died in his hands. This was a ruthless character."

Tur hurriedly reminded: "The guy I know, he can destroy the entire Wild Dog Gang by himself."

"We might as well let their two wild dogs bite us. Anyway, it will only be us who will benefit in the end, and it will even save time and effort."

These words sound quite conspiratorial.

Everyone looked at each other, they knew how dangerous that guy was, and even experienced bounty hunters probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

However, Tour now actually said that he would leave it to a country cowboy whose name he couldn't even remember.

What kind of psychology is this?

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence, and everyone's face had subtle expression changes, or it could be said that they had their own agenda.

Until a mouse ran under the table in a panic, and its tail accidentally knocked over the water glass.

A crisp cracking sound brought everyone back to their senses: "Damn beast, you can come to this place?"

"Don't move any of you, I'm going to shoot this Frasier into a pulp."

After saying that, a policeman took out his gun and pretended to aim it, causing others to laugh loudly.

It seems that these guys usually complain about their bosses.

So now, taking advantage of the fact that the tiger is not in the mountain, the monkey can also jump out and experience the feeling of being a king.

Very enjoyable!

"So Fraser was in Saint-Denis?"

At this time, Song Hao, who quietly jumped out of the barrel, accidentally hit the ladder in the corner. By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

Alcohol does affect the body's balance ability.

A dull voice echoed outside the police station, especially in the dead of night.

Naturally, it attracted the attention of everyone in the police station. One of the young police officers looked nervous: "What is the sound?"

To be honest, they were all a little afraid that someone was hiding outside, ready to rush in and kill them at any time.

Just like that crazy wanted criminal.

"I don't know. Go out and take a look, but be sure no one is eavesdropping on us."

"Otherwise, if someone secretly reveals any information to Frazier, we will never have a good time in Valentine."

Faced with the life-and-death issue of who should stand up and check, it is clear that neither of them has the spirit of self-sacrifice and others, and each one is more timid than the other.

Seeing that continuing like this would only waste time, someone who was anxious to get home picked up an old shotgun in the corner. I wonder if the gunpowder in it can still be used.

No matter what, I have to do it!

So Tuer, who picked up the shotgun, slowly walked out of the police station and cautiously came to the dark alley: "Who is here?"

Didn't get any answer.

"I advise you to come out honestly, I saw your butt."

Still no answer.

He felt a little weak inside, so he had to quickly light the kerosene lamp and try to embolden himself.

Fortunately, there are only some empty debris here. It seems that the sound must have come from the chair lying on the ground.

"Damn it, why do you have to put a chair in a place like this?"

Finally relieved, he quickly returned to the police station, pretending to be calm and said: "Maybe some damn rat passed by, it should be fine."

"Besides, even if there is a gangster approaching, there are five of us. Each of us can shoot him into a sieve with one bullet."

Even so, several police officers who were still a little timid kept wandering around the house, hoping that the time would pass soon.

Until the clock rang at midnight, there was almost no hesitation, and everyone ran out like flying.

Tour, who was walking behind, smacked his lips: "What kind of cowards are they?"

"If I were not here, I'm afraid you would all be so scared that you would hide in the police station for the night."

After muttering a few words, he suddenly realized that Tuer, who was left alone, finally didn't have the courage, and hurriedly locked the door of the police station with the key.

The sound of wolves howling not far away undoubtedly added a terrifying atmosphere to Valentine's night.

"Fuck...wait for me!"

At the same time, Song Hao, who had quietly climbed to the top of the building, stared at the figures fleeing in embarrassment.
Chapter completed!