C628 The Unlucky Bart

Old Pierre, I say. Your place is not safe. With your performance, when the old Taoist comes back, he will be very dissatisfied with you. In the stockade. . . "

It was almost midnight. Zhao Xiaoming stood in the yard of Pierre and shouted loudly.

In the stockade, not only did the chief have a high position, but he also had a yard at home. There were servants guarding the door.

This guy got himself another wife. When he heard Zhao Xiaoming's voice, he quickly pulled up his pants and came out in slippers.

This fellow looked like a withered tree bark, and his ribs were covered in skin. He was so tired that his head was covered in sweat.

At first glance, he saw the tall and slender Daina beside him. This girl had one hand on the handle of the gun, and her face was dignified. He was so scared that his face instantly turned red as he chuckled and said apologetically, "I. . . "

"Old fellow, in front of a girl, look, the police station directly counts you as a hooligan. Don't you have any objections? No objections, just take him away. "

Zhao Xiaoming said with a straight face.

The old man was so scared that his face turned pale. He could do whatever he wanted in this place, but he really didn't know how the police in Crown Prince City handled this kind of thing.

Zhao Xiaoming had always been very serious, but he had a good heart. When he begged, his attitude immediately changed.

Black Tiger, gather the villagers immediately. Bring the guns and circle around the north to enter the stockade. Didn't you notice that the stockade is no longer safe? Thieves have entered. "

Er stood neatly in the yard, holding a broken flashlight in his hand as he shouted at the door.

Black Tiger was his trusted family member. He walked out in a daze, holding a black shouting device and shaking it. Don't you know there's electricity? I'll give it a try. "

His lazy look was even worse than a black-backed wolfdog following behind him.

This fellow was much taller than Whirlwind. He had two vertical ears, and his tongue and dog teeth looked extremely frightening.

"Blackie, you're just a man without aura. You're like this. " When Xiaoming saw this dog, he remembered that there were quite a few dogs in this place, so he immediately gave him an explanation.

Ten minutes later, a native's voice rang out in the stockade. Then, it was the sound of animal skin drums. After more than ten minutes, dozens of villagers gathered in the northern part of the stockade.

Pierre recalled Zhao Xiaoming's cunning look. He walked in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back and strode with a worried look on his face.

After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand to call the black tiger over and whispered:

"A thief went to widow Steel's house. The police determined that it might have been a crime committed by an acquaintance.

The other party might also have a gun. Tell the villagers that their faces are covered with paint, and that acquaintances are not allowed either. No matter who it was, they were beaten half to death, and then sent to the patrol team. No!

He would give it to Andy and the rest, clean and tidy. That fatty was sinister.

I was almost scared just now. "This fellow almost said it out loud. When the words were about to come out of his mouth, he stopped. He immediately changed his words and said:

"Black Tiger, we can't let the two of us get him to the protected area. Feed him to the crocodile, feed the python. "

The patriarch said it in an extremely serious manner. These villagers, who usually regarded him as a god, did not dare to be neglectful. They casually made some tree leaves and smeared them on their faces, looking very strange.

In a short while, a group of villagers dressed in rags rushed into the village and shouted in front of the doors of each household. "Come out, check, check if there is a thief. "

The torchlight and torch shone on the sleepy faces of the villagers. These people seemed to be used to this kind of searching mode. With a flash, they called them in to check.

In the houses of these villagers, other than basic daily necessities, there was not even furniture. One look and you would know that there were no outsiders.

When they searched the vicinity of the steel widow's house, they saw three fellows sitting on the sand drinking.

Far away, Mike saw a group of villagers with guns and wooden sticks. He looked at them with disdain and said disdainfully, "These stupid guys, what are they doing? Are they hunting?"

"Mike, it seems like they are preparing breakfast for us, the original guests. "

The three of them had almost finished their breakfast. Oscar's head was stuck between his knees, as if he had fallen asleep.

He was forcing himself to sleep. The sound in the distant house was too torturous.

"There are people, not from the stockade. Boss, what should we do?"

A villager stuck his head out and looked at them. He looked at them and suddenly shouted.

They lived in the village. These damn thieves, the Ham family's bitch was raped by someone. JIAN, it must be them. Go. . . "Black Tiger saw the police insignia on these people and instantly recognized them. Wasn't this the police officer who was arrogant and domineering during the day? He immediately found an excuse and whispered to his brothers to make a move.

He didn't have any good impression of these arrogant fellows. He hated them to death a long time ago. Since the patriarch had spoken, he immediately steeled his heart.

A group of villagers rushed forward. Behind them, someone began to beat the beast skin drum that was cheering for them. It began to ring loudly, giving people a deafening feeling.

"Stop, stop. . . " The people were already in front of him. Michael felt that something was wrong. He immediately stood up and prepared to shoot while warning them.

"Beat him up, beat him up. . . " Black Tiger saw that he was about to use force and immediately shouted again.

Michael did not know which villager raised a handful of lime from the side. He only felt that the area in front of him was gray and his eyes were filled with sand. He instinctively lowered his head to dodge and his shoulder was hit by a stick.

"Stop, stop, my big burger. . . "

The big hamburger was trying to protect its gun when it shouted to bully others. However, it realized that Michael had crashed into it. The guy fiercely kicked his leg and ran towards the south.

Oscar was still sleeping. Someone kicked him and kicked him. The moment he fell to the ground, he got up and ran.

The three guys ran more than ten meters away. Michael felt that something was wrong. He was a police officer, and his boss was still inside. He immediately shouted:

"Burger, don't go, boss. . . "

It was called Burger, but it was actually also called Oscar. They couldn't just leave like that.

The three of them began to wander around the big tree, playing hide-and-seek with the villagers.

At that moment, the Steel Widow finally stopped. . .

Her muddleheaded mind seemed to have cleared up quite a bit. . . She suddenly looked down and saw that this fellow looked extremely familiar. When she looked at herself, she immediately felt the shame of being deceived. She suddenly got up and was about to look at the door to see if it was closed.

. . . "" Suddenly, Bart let out a miserable cry. He felt as if his ribs were about to break.

It turned out that the Steel Widow sat down again. . . Bart felt like he was going to die in pain.

A farce was about to happen.

Once the steel widow found out that she could win, she naturally wouldn't let Bart off. But now that it was late at night, would she?