Early the next morning, Ford abandoned his position as a carriage driver and immediately went to the newspaper office where Laming worked and asked the front desk if Laming worked here. The answer given to him by the front desk was a bit unexpected.

Unexpected, but also reasonable.

"Lamine Coren? That person who is very famous now," the receptionist said almost contemptuously, "that guy no longer comes to the newspaper office. Although he said he was showing off in this newspaper office, he was actually scared to death. You have to know

, he is now worshiped as a god in the public media, but in fact he is just a coward who longs for recognition. He is very famous among us."

In a word, Ford's work failed. He didn't know where Lamin was now, so he could only continue to drive his carriage to work. But when he went home in the evening, he found that the car had fallen on the aisle of his home.

There were shards of glass all over the ground. He felt bad. He walked up to check the situation and saw that something had made a small hole in the window of his house. He looked in the direction of the small hole.

, actually found a small bullet mark on the wall near the bedroom!

"No way..." He couldn't help but breathed out when he saw the bullet in this small hole.

Ford immediately went to the Security Department to report the crime. Today, the younger brother of the two brothers was on duty at the front desk. I don’t know why, but he always ran into these two people when he had anything to do with the police. Could it be said that it was fate?

Tucker James was eating a boxed lunch packed from the canteen while flipping through the current newspaper. When he saw Ford coming in, he immediately said with hostility: "What, what's wrong? Carriage driver? Surrendered? Surrendered."

Really! What did you do? I am eating now."

Ford said expressionlessly: "Where is your brother today?"

"Let me tell you this idiot, brother, he works the day shift!" I don't know where Tucker got his pride, "He's already off work!"

"Just in time, there is a case."

"What?"

"The windows of my house were shot through with bullets."

Tucker shouted in surprise: "Isn't this a big case? You go find someone from the Armed Forces Department, we are just security here..."

"So, come with me for a moment," Ford said.

Tucker said skillfully: "I know, I call me brother."

"You come alone." Ford interrupted before Tucker picked up the communicator.

Tucker was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because it will be troublesome with your brother here."

"Actually, I'm my brother -" Tucker grinned and pointed his index finger at his chin, making a joke that was not funny at all.

Ford put it succinctly: "Only relatives would find this kind of joke funny."

"Indeed, grandma really likes to see me play like this." Tucker said with a smile.

Ford's words always hit home: "You pretend to be on patrol and walk to my house."

"I know." Tucker planned to wait until the night got darker before going to his house to discuss the matter with Ford.

In the evening, Golan was dressed in elegant formal attire. He arranged his tie again and again, which was in sharp contrast to the dirty scene in his room. He checked his attire repeatedly in the mirror, and finally was satisfied with it.

He smiled. He was imagining the moment when he proposed to the young and lovely Aisha, and he had prepared a sparkling diamond ring and kept it safely in his trouser pocket.

This is proof of love, this is proof that dreams have turned into reality, this is proof that he is unwilling to be ordinary, and this is also proof of his stubbornness and perseverance. Reality will never be able to knock him down——

Bang bang bang!

The violent banging on the door scared Golan. He quickly covered his mouth and almost stumbled. A deep and rough voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Golan, you are at home, Mr. Golan!"

"

Boom, boom, boom!

"Hey! Golan! Are you at home?"

On the desk in front of Golan were piles of reminder notes and IOUs, and his dreams were made up of these things. His weakness suddenly burst out like a flood, and the thin quilt became his last

refuge.

"You have to pay back money when you borrow it. Didn't your parents teach you that?"

Bang bang bang!

Golan obviously does not have the ability to repay the money. All he can do is procrastinate. As long as these guys leave, he can go to find his dear Aisha...she will definitely wait.

Keep your own!

Until late at night, after repeatedly confirming that there was no movement outside, Golan quietly opened the door of his apartment and slipped out as much as possible. Aisha made an appointment with him to do some construction work.

They met next to the field. He happened to meet Tucker who was going to Ford's house, but the policeman didn't notice what he was going to do. The matter in front of him seemed to be more serious.

He soon saw the bullet holes in Ford's house, and Ford showed him the bullets he dug out.

"This is the bullet."

Tucker pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a panic: "Wait, this, this is true! I still can't handle this kind of case by myself... I still have to write various articles.

There are a lot of procedures to be done to create documents, as well as to keep things on-site.”

Ford held the shrapnel between his thumb and forefinger: "I have no intention of opening a case."

Tucker's half-torn skin was interrupted: "What? You are stupid! What if I get drunk at night and have no other means of transportation, so I have to use your business card to contact you? Then tell me

What do you think if I don’t plan to go home! Or let’s say I go to the barber shop and want to grow my hair——”

"——I just want to tell you the truth." Ford said.

"What!" Tucker stared closely into Ford's eyes, like a bird of prey calmly watching its prey.

"Brother James, may I ask why you decided to become a police officer?"

"To punish evil and promote good!" Tucker said without any hesitation.

"Can you tell me?" Ford calmly guided the other person to calm down, but Tucker's face drooped at this time, and his eyes moved elsewhere uneasily.

"Our parents were hit by a car and then escaped." Tucker said lowly, "The prisoner drove the taxi."

"Is that why you regard me as a thorn in your side?" It seems that it is reasonable for this young man to hate himself.

"'We will catch the bad guys on our own.' My brother and I swore this," Tucker clenched his fists and said.

"That's probably true at that time—"

"——What are you talking about?"

"But now," Ford picked up the paper and pen on the table and slowly sorted out his character relationship diagram on it, "your brother is the evil person."

"You, my brother does choose black when he plays Othello with me, and he is also used to pretending to be a ghost when playing hide and seek, but even so -"

"Your brother is in the same camp as the gutter." Ford began to draw without looking at Tucker's indignant look.

"I've heard this before, but I asked my brother, and he said: 'No!'"

"Then do you believe what he says?"

Tucker said dissatisfied: "Of course! If you want to believe you or my brother, that's no big deal! What kind of zygotic twins do you think we are? Identical!"

Ford ignored his words and continued to ask: "Do you hate gutters?"

"Yes, he is a villain after all."

"Brother James, I'll give you a chance to catch him."

"Really? That's a great achievement!"

"But even if we use ordinary methods to catch him, we can only convict him of some minor crimes."

"Is that guy planning to do something?"

"Yes," Ford said in a calm tone, "I am now an accomplice in the gutter."

Tucker immediately shouted: "Wow! Then you are a villain!"

"Calm down, I'll pretend to be his accomplice."

"Is it the kind where you pretend to be an evil person and then gradually become evil?"

"Sit down first. It'll be fine in a while. Just listen to me quietly."
Chapter completed!