messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 79 Is Nothing Wrong Right?

The files of the police station were thrown casually on the table, and Lawrence finished the last file.

"It doesn't work." He said, resting his hand on his forehead.

It is true that these files basically record some irrelevant information.

Looking through his fingers at the flickering lights in the office, Lawrence kept himself calm.

It seems that if you want to do something, you can only start from scratch.

Thinking, he put down his foot knocking on the desk and stood up from the chair.

"Chu, come with me."

Lawrence's light blue eyes looked lifeless, but his voice was powerful, coming from his chest in a low voice.

"It's time for the people of Fog City to take a look at the police cars on the streets."

That's the first thing he's going to do, tell everyone in Fog City that the police are back.

In order to achieve this goal, it is not enough to reopen the police station building, he also needs to carry out an activity that he has not carried out in a long time.

It's time for him to take a real tour of this city, this veiled hazy city.

Chu was preparing to follow Lawrence out.

Lawrence suddenly turned his head and looked him up and down.

Then, he took off his hat and put it on Chu's head.

"From today onwards, you will be a policeman in Fog City, officer, remember to wear your hat in the future."

Chu raised his eyes, looked at the hat on his head, and reached out to touch the brim of the hat.

"Lawrence."

"Ok?"

"Your hat smells of smoke."

"Cough." Lawrence coughed depressingly.

"Just shut your mouth and take it with me."

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The city of fog is a dangerous city, everyone knows this, but because of the huge wealth gathered here, and the hired labor prices are much higher than other cities, there will always be many people willing to live here.There are people who are desperate, there are people who are down and out, and there are people who want to give it a go.

Most of the time, they didn't realize until they came here that this place was more terrifying than they had imagined, but by that time, it was too late.

Everyone on the street is a potential criminal.

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On a street with few pedestrians, a woman with a scarf wrapped around her face was bending over and walking on the road, holding a cloth bag in her arms.

She is going to leave the city today with all the savings she has earned in the city.

She dreads every day here, no one can imagine how hard it is for a woman to live alone in this city.

And today she can finally escape from here, and she has earned enough money to allow her to return to her hometown to open a small shop there and live an ordinary life.

At this time, she was full of hope in her heart, as long as she left here, everything would be fine.

She doesn't have to hear the gunshots that can sound at any time at night, and she doesn't have to go out carefully every day, and she doesn't have to be afraid of others rushing into her room.

She will have a good life, full and fulfilling.

With such expectations in her heart, the woman walked towards the station.

At this time, a person walked past her and knocked her into a stagger. When she lost her balance, that person snatched the bag from her hand.

"no, do not want."

The woman exclaimed and wanted to snatch the bag back, but her strength was simply not enough to do this, and she was pushed aside by the man.

It was a man with a ferocious face, and he gave the woman a fierce look.

"Show me some sluts."

With that said, he turned around and ran away with his bag in his hand.

The woman didn't dare to catch up, and she didn't have the ability to catch up. She sat on the ground and wept.

She begged passers-by to help her, but everyone on the road just took one look at the poor woman and turned away.

In this city, everyone has no time to care about others.

However, sometimes it is not necessarily true, there will always be one or two meddling people, right?

"Drip, drip, drip, drip."

From the distance of the street came a voice that was familiar in other places, but very strange in this place.

That's the sound of sirens.

Pedestrians on the road were stunned, none of them had ever heard the sirens of this city.

The weeping woman was also stunned. She had never known that there were police in this city.

"Z!"

A black and white police car stopped beside the woman, with the windows rolled down, Lawrence sat in the driver's seat and turned his head sideways to ask.

"Need my help, ma'am?"

The woman froze for a while, then pointed to the man who had already run away and said.

"That, that person, robbed my bag."

"Understood." Lawrence held the steering wheel of the police car: "Leave it to me."

The man was running with a cloth bag, when suddenly he heard a voice behind him, he was startled, it seemed to be the sound of a police siren.

He wondered if he heard it wrong, how could there be police in a place like Wudu?

But before he could turn around to see what the voice was, a police car stopped in front of him.

Lawrence got out of the car, a pistol in his hand, and pointed it at the man.

"Put down the bag, put your head in your hands, squat on the ground, don't make me repeat it a second time."

The man could hardly believe his eyes, there were actually police on duty in this city.

"Oh." He pretended to be calm, grinned, and said without putting down his bag.

"I'm from One-Eyed Ham, and I hope you understand what you're doing."

One-Eyed Ham.

Lawrence knew this man, he was the leader of the street gangsters in this area.

But since he chose to do what he is doing now, he will deal with this person sooner or later.

He is gambling now, and in gambling, the bigger the gambling, the less he will care about the consequences.

Is Lawrence a big bet? It's okay, he's betting on his own life.

So he couldn't let go of the person in front of him.

Seeing that Lawrence had no intention of letting him go, the man gritted his teeth and lifted the bag as if preparing to put it on the ground.

But the moment he bent down, he took out a pistol from his arms.

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"boom!"

A shot echoed through the street.

The man's eyes were wide open, a bullet hole was opened on his forehead, and his body fell limply, with red and black blood flowing across the street.

Lawrence put away his pistol with cold eyes, but if you look carefully, his right hand was trembling slightly.

I don't know if it's because of side effects or something else.

Sitting behind Lawrence for the first time, she didn't know why she had a strange feeling when she saw Lawrence shoot the man to death.

"Do you need me to dispose of the body?"

she asked.

"No need." Lawrence picked up the blood-stained cloth bag and sat back in the car.

"Someone will take care of it."

Leave the body to Old Ham's men.

Lawrence drove the police car towards the woman.

Before leaving, he took another look at the man's body through the rearview mirror.

He thought he had already made up his mind, but when he actually killed someone, he found that his heart was still shaken.

Children, there must be someone in this world who is doing the right thing, or it will just go wrong.

Lawrence thought of his father's words again.

What is the right thing.

He glanced at the policeman sitting next to him for the first time.

Killing one person, if it was in the past, there would be no movement at all, just like the Queen launched a war, and thousands of people who died were just a number in her eyes.

But through the contract, she felt the complexity and struggle in Lawrence's heart, and now she is not the same as before.

"Are we doing the right thing?" Chu asked softly.

Lawrence's hand clenched the steering wheel, he gritted his teeth, and said.

"At least it can't be wrong."

He was not only answering Chu, but also answering himself.

(End of this chapter)