Mutesti hangs high in the night sky, sprinkling the silver moonlight on the earth generously.

The alley without gas street lights is still illuminated by the moonlight.

"So, we can't walk the main road." The heavy armed belt hung loosely on his shoulders. Qiao was carrying a piece of fried pig's trotter in his left hand and a wooden bottle full of beer in his right hand, and staggeringly walking in the alley.

"You can't be caught by those bastards in the Inspectorate... Boss, you are so wise." Billy, the shortest and most rounded second-level police officer, rubbed his red nose and sincerely flattered Joe.

The other four policemen nodded in a hurry.

They chewed the fried pig's trotters on their hands, drank a sip of beer in wooden bottles, and burped comfortably, feeling that their lives had reached the pinnacle and were perfect.

Let those unlucky colleagues go on duty, squat and make wooden stakes.

Luckily, they have to follow their heads and go to the legendary pink mermaid bar to have fun!

The great Mutes, the kind Mutes, if not the wise, wise, generous and generous bosses, these poor little policemen, would not have the spare money to wander in the legendary nest of money.

Praise the great Joe!

Five round policemen smiled happily, looking at Qiao Kuiwu's back with great admiration because of alcohol and slightly red eyes.

As a newcomer to the Tulun Port Police Department, a rookie, Qiao, with the first place in the fresh graduate of the Tulun Port Judicial College and the handwritten recommendation letter from the dean of the Justice School, he skipped the qualification stage from a fifth-level police officer to a first-level police officer, and became the youngest third-level police officer in history in the Tulun Port Police Department.

The third-level policeman, the grassroots police officer in the Imperial Police System, can lead a team of five policemen. Including Billy, five highly qualified "elite soldiers" of the Tulun Port Police Station were assigned to Qiao's men.

Billy and the others were extremely dissatisfied with this and were resentful and angry.

They have rich qualifications and each of them has been on the police rank for more than ten years.

They have outstanding abilities and are proficient in various survival skills of oppressing good people, extorting hawkers, and accepting bribes.

They have deep connections, and all the thieves and scumbags in Tulun Port, the heroes in the market, and all the heroes and heroes who are in the right place are brothers and brothers to them.

In this way, how could a little rookie who just joined the police station become their "head"?

But it took Qiao only half a month to make the five veterans his most loyal fans.

Because Joe, he has money.

Because Joe is very rich.

Because Joe is extremely rich.

And in Tulun Port, the folk proverb says it well: "Bronze is order, silver coins are truth, and gold coins, do you look like the golden face of the great Mu? With gold coins, enough gold coins, you are God!"

The six half-drunk policemen were shaking and laughing in a low voice, not walking on the brightly lit street, but taking advantage of the moonlight to walk out of the Tulun Port New City, entering the old city, and following the "Grape Skin Lane" behind the rich area of ​​the old city, heading towards the No. 3 New Pier.

A black cat rushed out of a fork alley. It had just run out of the fork alley. A big foot wearing raw cowhide boots suddenly flew out of the black shadow of the fork alley, kicking the unlucky black cat away.

In the fork alley, a vague and rude voice came: "When I was working, I met a black cat. Is it a hell, are we going to be unlucky tonight?"

Joe and Billy stopped suddenly.

In the fork alley, more than a dozen silent, fast and quick figures suddenly froze in place.

Qiao subconsciously threw down the pig's trotter, took off the baton, and held it in his hand.

With the moonlight, you can see more than a dozen men rushing out of the fork alley. Each of them looks abominable, and each of them is full of hostility. Their crooked facial features and other patterns on their faces are pieced together, as if a line of big words naturally formed - 'I am a villain'!

The pungent body odor, messy hair, dirty faces, tattered and dirty, the short cloak that had not been washed for a long time was loosely draped on the shoulders. Through the short cloaks that the men did not wrap tightly, they could see daggers, short knives, single-shot old-fashioned short guns hanging around their waists, and crowbars, drill knives, short saws and other tools under their armpits.

This is Grape Skin Lane, next to it is Silver Grape Street, one of the wealthy areas in Tulun Port.

On the night of mid-autumn, the rich must have gone to the surrounding Queen's Square to enjoy the celebration.

The group of people in front of Qiao were walking around the rich area on such nights and in such alleys, carrying so many magical and magical tools on such a small street.

What a group of "good guys" who are "hardworking", "willing to work", and "strive to make progress".

They have a bad background and are trapped in the bottom of society, but they are unwilling to surrender to fate. They do their best to achieve the redistribution of social wealth and thus change their destiny!

What a group of ‘respective’ people…if they don’t have so many weapons on them and their eyes are not so fierce, they will be even cuter!

Qiao looked at the big man who had just kicked the black cat away, coughed gently, and hung the baton back into the armed belt.

"The weather is good on the night of mid-autumn, it's such a wonderful night." Qiao nodded to the man.

A dozen men quickly glanced at the bottle of wine on Qiao's hand, and gently turned his body to make the way.

Yes, it was a wonderful night.

Qiao and the five subordinates accelerated their pace without saying a word and passed by these men. Billy and the others were even very friendly and nodded to each other.

After Qiao and the others walked dozens of steps, Billy muttered in a low voice: "It's the Wolf Gang's people. I saw the wolf head tattoo on their forearms. Damn, what do they want to do? This is not the territory of the Wolf Gang!"

Billy said worriedly: "This is the territory of the Fox Gang. The Fox Gang is not a good person. If the Wolf Gang crosses the line, something big will happen!"

Joe also muttered in a low voice: "But, is this our jurisdiction?"

Billy shook his head firmly: "Of course not."

Joe nodded vigorously: "So, let's continue to have fun."

The six conscientious policemen walked briskly in the alleys. They smiled relaxedly and whistled easily. A relaxed, joyful and bright-tempo "Imperial Police March" was blown away by them, and they were out of breath.

The wind with a strong smell of sea blew in the alley, and not far ahead was the new Pier No. 3 of Tulun Port.

The sound of waves could be heard faintly.

Joe and Billy accelerated their pace. Behind them, more than a dozen disgusting men looked around sneakily for a while, and quietly leaned towards the back door of a large mansion.

There was a subtle sound of piccolos floating in the air.

In the alley, a faint mist floated inexplicably.

The sound of the flute was short and slight, like thin steel wires, slowly drilling into the ears and tying them into the heart.

A dozen men who took out crowbars, drilled knives, and saws, and the body of the man who was about to start work became stiff.

The sound of the piccolo became more and more erratic.

Several moths flashing with phosphorescence fell lightly and fell on the stiff bodies of these men.

Under the stiff body's skin, subtle bulges appeared rapidly, and then their skin began to wriggle strangely.

The flesh and blood were shriveled, and the bones turned into dust. The big bunch of phosphorescent light flew slowly, and more than a dozen dirty clothes, boots, and various tools were spread out in the alley in a mess.
Chapter completed!