Hawke clenched his fists and said angrily to his companion who was pretending to be stupid and said, "Let's go, you are lucky today. Inspector Dean treats you, so I'll leave it to the hospital's security here."

A relatively less-old patrolman said with some concern: "Boss, what should I do if I call the police?"

"What police record?"

Hawke spread his hands: "Did we come to the hospital today?"

"No."

"No, hehe!"

On the way back to the branch.

The atmosphere in the car was a little silent.

Harry snuggled up against the window glass, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

He knew that if Dean needed help, he would take the initiative to speak, otherwise, he would not talk too much.

Pick.

The lighter sounds crisp.

Dean opened the window of his car, and in one hand, the steering wheel in the other hand, and after spitting out a sip of smoke, he said a little melancholy: "Harry, what would you do if you face a threat?"

Harry's answer surprised Dean.

He said seriously: "If it's just a trivial matter and the other party's reputation is OK, then compromise. But if someone threatens me with his family's life, then I will choose to find the threatening person and kill him!"

“This doesn’t fit your personality.”

“But that’s the best way to deal with it.”

Harry looked at the cars coming and going outside, his eyes lost their focal length, as if he was trapped in memories:

“There was a pretty good gangster boss on the street where I lived when I was a kid.

Everyone on that street likes him very much.

He protected us.

But in the end he was wiped out.

The reason was that gang members from another street sneaked into his home and threatened him with his family.

Finally he compromised.

The next day, forensics Cora had left the tortured and miserable body of his whole family.

From that day on, I knew that compromise cannot be exchanged for mercy.”

Dean exhaled a mouthful of smoke and nodded: "You are right, compromise is useless. Only by using violence to fight violence and using blood to fight blood is the best solution."

Under the framework of others.

Even if his marksmanship is as good as a god, he is just a puppet.

The best way to break the situation is to not follow the route set by the other party, jump out of the chessboard, and kill the chess player directly!

Threat him?

Doesn't exist!

now.

Central Branch, the 4th Squadron Staff Floor.

Haval sat comfortably on Dean's constable seat, bipodding up, smiling at Daisy tied into a large font, unable to move, and could only glar at him.

He likes this feeling of dominating everything else.

Whether it is inducing with words or using violence, it can bring him a great sense of satisfaction.

It is also this kind of deformed pursuit.

Only after he came into contact with the Lucifer game organization, he took the initiative to join without hesitation, and kept helping with some purification games, making suggestions, formulating purification processes, and avoiding police investigations.

certainly.

For safety reasons.

Haval never had the idea of ​​going too deep into the Lucifer Game Organization.

A big tree attracts wind.

For him, Lucifer Game Organization is just an affiliated platform that satisfies his own desires and exchanges for resources.

He doesn't want to go too far.

“Woooooo~”

Daisy looked at this abominable and disgusting Mediterranean middle-aged man and kept looking at herself with a playful look, as if she was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Not only was she not afraid, but she was extremely angry and angry, and she was so angry that she was one size bigger.

She cursed and struggled hard regardless of the pain in her hands and feet.

finally.

Daisy's long legs broke the tied transparent tape and kicked at Haval.

Haval tilted his head calmly, avoided the flying high heels, and swept over Daisy's slender thighs with some regrets: "You should be glad that I am almost sixty, otherwise I will make you a 'sunny' fun doll and take you back and play with it slowly."

"Wow~Ahhh!"

Daisy was so angry that her hands and feet were leaping up.

I wanted to say hello to Haval's household registration book, but because my mouth was blocked, I could only make meaningless sounds.

This moment.

She was extremely expecting that Dean or Harry could fall from the sky and shoot the disgusting guy in front of her to death.

This damn bastard used his sympathy to trick himself into chatting with him. Finally, he was in a daze and helped him open the locked handcuffs and provide water and snacks.

Wait until Haval has enough food and drink.

The other party easily subdued himself and then opened the restrictions on his limbs, which became the current situation.

When I think of this embarrassing thing.

Daisy, a broad-minded aunt, had no fear of death at all, and she just wanted to die with Haval in front of her!

By the way.

It would be even better if you could delete the chat history on your computer.

When I think of myself after death.

The House Investigation Division may check its own computer, and Daisy's fists clattered.

A jumping sound.

She actually broke the transparent tape on her arm.

Haval can't sit still now.

He picked up the pistol on the table and threatened, "Stinky bitch, if you move again, I will break your limbs, then strip you naked and throw you on the street."

Daisy pulled off the smelly rag from her mouth and said viciously: "Bastard, you actually stuffed such a disgusting thing into my mouth. I'm going to kill you!"

If you have the affair, shoot!

Then this bastard won’t try to escape!

"Shut up!"

After all, this is the Central Branch.

Haval was worried that the noise was too great, which attracted staff from other floors. He quickly got up, took out a simple battery part from his pocket, walked behind Daisy, and while she was still untiing her body, he pressed her movement neck.

The current runs around.

Although it is not very powerful.

But Daisy's body shook, and the stockings that had already dried up were once again soaked by the uncontrolled warm current.

"I'm incontinent again!"

Haval wrinkled his nose in disgust.

He picked up the yellow transparent gel from the side, tied Daisy up again, and said angrily: "If you don't want the news that policewoman was tortured and incontinent on the spot in the Los Angeles newspaper tomorrow, be honest!"

"roll!"

Daisy cursed softly because of the electric shock!

Compared to her explicit and perverted chat records of flirting with girls, this innocence is nothing!

"Crazy woman!"

Haval cursed inwardly and sat back on his seat.

He actually never thought of killing Daisy.

This is unrealistic.
To be continued...