PS: I reluctantly did it a little more, and my body started to feel uncomfortable again. Please see today’s leave request for the specific reason.
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"Damn it..." Lamberts angrily rushed down the long steps in front of the church.
Standing at the door of the church, Su Zuo and Wei Jier looked at his leaving figure and looked at each other, both feeling helpless.
"But there are only 60 people...the number is still a bit small..."
"The war situation in the Seven Towns is at a stalemate. Not to mention White Rose City, the entire South Ridge is in short supply of available combat power."
"Ha...then there's nothing we can do."
Su Zuo sighed: "Since there are few people, let's change the method."
"Change the method? How to do it?" Wei Jier was a little surprised.
"Go and discuss with Lamberts, and then the security office will quietly draw out some troops that you think are reliable, and change the patrol route according to this new road map and timetable."
Su Zuo took out a piece of paper from his arms. He had been thinking about this issue since he last talked with Wei Jier. Because he was very familiar with the patrol routes of the Public Security Bureau and the Crow's Golden Lock, Su Zuo put
I put myself in the perspective of the murderer and considered the loopholes in the entire patrol route. The final result was the small piece of paper handed to Wei Jier at this time.
"This is..." Wei Jier frowned and looked at this somewhat messy road map. Compared with the original orderly and clear road map, the new road map constantly showed unexpected twists and turns.
The entire map of Wenning District was messed up.
"Since it is speculated that the other party can see through our patrol route map, then we can use this mentality in turn." Su Zuo shrugged, "The original manpower was barely responsible for half of the urban patrol tasks, so this time we will follow the usual practice
After patrolling for 2 hours, just plug back into the area where there are loopholes - this way you can ensure that the entire city is patrolled."
"If nothing unexpected happens, this time, the elusive Mr. Murderer will finally reveal his true qualities."
Regarding this conclusion, Su Zuo said with confidence.
"What about the manpower? Should the monks be solely responsible for this operation?"
Weijier felt that since there were ready mobile manpower, it might be better to let the monk team participate.
Su Zuo thought for a moment: "No, let's forget it. The mobile team can just use low-strength and reliable police officers. The kind of strength that can kill two police officers in an instant is not something ordinary police officers can possess."
. And the monk team will use it to replace the transferred peace officer, just in the name of being familiar with the task, so there shouldn't be any objections there. "
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"Creak"
"Creak"
With his feet on the snow, he walked step by step. Scarface, who was a little drunk, walked on the street in the night, feeling quite happy.
He had just finished the meal for the "stalkers", but he was in a very happy mood. Although not many of the old guys could pass the church's magical test and go through the "passage" to work in the lower areas, it was like Scar.
Like the nephew with a face, among the younger generation of stalkers, many people are unwilling to inherit the old skills of deception and abduction from their fathers.
"This is a good thing!" The old commander drank with snot and tears, "The brothers are just trying to make ends meet. It would be better to leave this ghost place than anything else. Ask your nephew to marry someone from the lower class.
Big-assed girl, you, an uncle, will be able to have the honor to meet his father by then."
"Come on, boss, I can't see that kid's father. He's different from a villain like me who has been without conscience all his life. He belongs to the gods."
That's what he said, but Scarface was really happy.
The group of people drank and chatted hard, as if they wanted to talk all their lives - because they knew that after the dinner was over, they would have to find other jobs, whether they were continuing to cheat and kidnap.
Whether they are old or new, they all go their own ways. Wanting to get together again to chat and drink is just a luxury.
A group of old thugs who beat people up and kill without batting an eyelid were the only ones who cried like a mess today. The owner and waiters in the tavern frowned at this group of old drunkards, but they had no idea that at this time,
Each of the dozen or so people in his tavern has at least dozens of lives on their hands.
"Hey, guests, it's already dark here, and our store is about to close. There's been a lot going on every night in the past few months, so why don't you guys go home in the morning?"
The "many things happening every night" mentioned by the waiter refer to the corpse-dismembering murderer. In recent months, even the residents of Wenning District, who are as neurotic and numb as the residents of Wenning District, can't help but feel a twinge of fear towards this guy who kills people without leaving whole corpses.
Chilling.
"What do you know!" A friend next to Scarface slapped the table and was about to get angry, but Scarface stopped him: "Forget it, the time is almost up, let's just disperse."
At this time, walking in the night, the cold wind blew away the drunkenness in Scarface's head, and he suddenly drank a lot. Looking at the chaotic depths of the alley, thinking of the recent legend of a murderer, Scarface couldn't help but feel a shiver on his back.
cold.
"It's not such a coincidence..." Scarface muttered to himself, then shrank his head and looked back and forth. No one was around, but the urge to urinate came over him.
"I drank too much..." Scarface muttered, untied his trousers, and then held the bird in his hands like a cloud.
"Oh...it feels so good..."
After urinating and peeing, Scarface tied his belt while looking back and forth.
"Oh, let me go!" When he was fastening his trousers, he accidentally tied a piece of bird feathers on, and when he lifted his trousers, he felt something was wrong, "Fuck, I'm really confused."
He quickly looked down, and the moment he lowered his head, he caught a shadow in the corner of his eye.
His spine suddenly exploded, and he didn't care about his belt. Scarface suddenly raised his head, squinting his eyes and looking at the street at the end of the night.
A tall figure walked staggeringly like a drunkard in the dim night fog.
Although he didn't look like a threatening person, Scarface still carefully got into the alley nearby and squatted down.
He was convinced that hiding in the shadowed corner of the alley where the moonlight could not reach him, he would not be discovered by the other party, and this was reflected in the other party's behavior.
Seeing the figure staggering away, Scarface breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
"Mama scared me to death, right?"
Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Before Scarface could say anything, he suddenly heard human words in his ears.
"What!" Scarface turned around in shock, only to see the tall man who had just disappeared around the corner standing behind him.
"If you want to hide better next time, at least remember to bury the area where you just peeed with snow."
The tall figure's tone was full of euphoria and joy, and he put his hand into his arms——
"Then let us begin - for the wedding feast of the gods..."