Facing the sullen fat man in front of him, Martin didn't say much.

"My Lord has given me the power to cleanse the world of darkness. Mr. Stanley, please remember to repent."

Stanley looked like he was really going to attack the police, so he quickly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Martin.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot."

"Don't force yourself. After you climbed into the position of sergeant, you are busy making money every day, and you can't even hold the pistol neatly."

After Martin finished speaking, he stretched his hand into the air, and then waved lightly at Stanley.

"Judgment of Holy Light."

"You forced me." Stanley said nothing nonsense, closed his eyes and fired.

"Bounce." The brass bullet tip in the .45-caliber revolver, which was pushed by gunpowder gas, came into contact with the V-shaped light wave emitted by Martin. It didn't hold on for a moment and was directly drawn into powder.

The V-shaped light wave passed by Stanley's side and became larger the farther it flew. Finally, it crashed into a sycamore tree hugged by a person on the side of the road.

Boom! After a loud noise, there was a huge air wave that raised the dust on the ground into the sky. Then there was a smell of burnt trees.

The sycamore branch that only one person could hug was gone, and only the stump was still burning. There were emerald green leaves and green cones scattered on the side.

Stanley collapsed on the ground, his legs shaking uncontrollably. The revolver in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Don't kill me, I can pretend nothing happened."

"What are you talking about? I was just fighting back when I was threatened. Do you understand that this is a reasonable right of self-defense?" Martin said seriously.

"Self-defense, of course self-defense." Stanley nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Boss, this." The follower behind poked Stanley who was lying on the ground.

"You still have the cannon, please send it back quickly." Stanley looked at the human-shaped cannon in front of him and didn't dare to make him unhappy again.

"No, this badge can only be worn by the regional bishop of the Church of the God of Justice." The subordinate handed over the holy badge.

Stanley looked carefully at the badge in his hand. On the front was the holy emblem of the God of Justice and Order, the scale, and on the back was the holy number 5. The holy emblem was made of pure gold, and the number was engraved in the middle of the scale.

"The bishop of Les City is Mr. Ike, you are that one."

Stanley's hand didn't look like a fake Holy Emblem, and with the burning sycamore tree, the person in front of him didn't look like a fake either.

"Do you understand, trainee?" Jacob couldn't hold back and spoke directly.

"I understand, I understand. You are blind, I will visit the Anglican Church another day."

No matter whether he is a trainee bishop, he cannot afford to offend him even in a small town like Les. Bishop Egger will retire in two or three years, and the young man in front of him will become one of the powerful people in the small town, one of the top few.

Bit.

"You know how to deal with it now." Jacob whispered like a villain.

"You know, nothing happened today. We just got twisted during our daily routine."

"And." Martin reminded them.

"What else is there, Your Excellency, Bishop?"

Martin pointed to the sycamore tree on the side of the road, "Remember to dig out the old tree tomorrow and find a new tree to plant there, not a sapling. Do you understand?"

"Understand."

"I know why you shouldn't go find the tree now." Jacob kicked Stanley's butt. The fat police chief got up with the help of his men.

"Let's go, remember to sweep the streets."

After the two Martins left, a subordinate next to Stanley asked.

"Why don't you go catch those liberation parties?"

"What the hell. Everyone has run away due to such a big movement. All of you who are not dead, get up and sweep the leaves for me."

Several policemen who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead heard this and complained one after another.

"We really need to clean it up. We can't call a few gangsters to come."

"You're yelling, if the bishop hears you, why don't you bastards still wear their police uniforms?"

"Isn't he a trainee?"

"A novitiate is also a bishop. The point is that a bishop is not a novice, you know."

"I understand, we are the ones doing the sweeping anyway, you can just look at the head."

"Fuck you, get up and work." Stanley cursed and kicked the little brother who was pretending to be dead on the ground as he walked.

On August 16, Annick, who had been leisurely for a few days without encountering a case, felt a little uncomfortable.

The two of us finished the daily work quickly, and then it was time for leisurely fishing.

"Mr. Annick, why are you so passionate about fishing?"

Bell looked at the young man in front of him, who was only a few years older than himself, but felt strange that he looked like his uncle when he was about to retire.

"First of all, we start fishing after completing our daily work. This is the premise, right?"

Annick said without blushing.

"Yes, although it's a bit like doing some errands." Bell seemed to be convinced.

"Secondly, although we are fishing, we still insist on staying at our posts. If there is an emergency, the patrol officers will be gone. Then we will still be on top. We are actually reserve forces."

"Yes, Mr. Annick, you have dealt with many emergencies."

"Finally, fishing is actually the mirror image of staying up late and working overtime. That's why we treat the world with a casual attitude."

"Ah, I understand. I also want to learn from your fishing mentality, sir."

Seeing that he was fooling another rookie, Annick smiled a little proudly.

"Hahaha, no problem."

"Don't believe him, this guy just likes to be lazy. He is the laziest bastard in your branch."

A clear female voice came from outside. A woman wearing a baseball cap embroidered with the Eggsburg Daily News and a brown vest with pockets was standing outside the door. Behind her was a photographer, carrying a huge tripod with a wooden shell on it.

camera.

"Rita, why are you here? Why are you bringing a camera here?"

"Miss Rita, just put it here?"

"Just over here, I'll pose for the photo while you wait."

Rita directed the photographer to set up the camera, then took out a small mirror and comb, and combed her hair along with the mirror.

"What are you going to do? Possibly take a photo album?" Annick asked a little confused.

"Exclusive interview, you won't forget it, right?"

"Have you really forgotten that this happened?" Annick looked careless.

"Yes, this is what you promised yourself. Come on, young man, give up your seat."

After saying that, Rita took out a small notebook and pen and pushed Bell down.

"You can do interviews, but you can't tell some things. We can't tell you about extraordinary things, and you can't tell your real name. Also, you won't be allowed to show your face for photos."

"Then what can you say? If you don't show your face, how can you prove that I am interviewing a police officer?"

"There are a lot of things you can say, such as unimportant details about the case, what the weather is like today, and if you don't know how to do it, you can also make a positive publicity that our branch can solve cases many times in a short period of time despite the difficult conditions."

Annick fiddled with his pen and looked at the person in front of him. It would be difficult to run away if he didn't agree to some of her requests.

"What should I do if I don't show my face?"

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Annick replied decisively. "This is easier. I put on the epaulettes, and then find a proper angle and use your head to just block my face. This will not only prove that you interviewed the police but also

I show my face."

"Well, let's use the profile of my face. It's rare for me to be published in the newspaper, so why can't I not show my face?"

After Rita found the angle, she notified the photographer that it was time to take the photo. There was a click, and a cloud of smoke came out of the flashlight raised in the photographer's hand, and the photo was taken.

Next came the question-and-answer session, and Annick felt a bit overwhelmed when Rita handed over the mess of questions.

At first, it was just a normal name, age, and hobbies, but in the end, it turned out to be outrageous requirements like the color of underwear that I like and the woman I have a crush on.

"Are you ready? The torture, no questions asked, begins."

Looking at Rita with a wicked smile on her face, Annick complained helplessly.

"Did you mix in a lot of personal stuff?"

"No, no, don't talk nonsense." Such a decisive denial made Annick even more suspicious.

Dong-dong-dong, accompanied by a knock on the door, Lum, the patrolman on duty today, poked his head out.

"Mr. Annick, the butler will tell you the details of the urgent case."

After saying that, a gentleman wearing a half-top hat and a black suit walked in. His temples were a little gray and there were three or four crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

The thin and tall man asked a little urgently:
Chapter completed!