Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 132 Magical Realism ()

PS: The novel is fictional, don’t take it seriously.

James, wearing a blue Philippine police uniform, was lying on his office chair, smoking a cigarette idly, with a nonchalant look on his face. Even though the police phone in front of him was ringing non-stop, he just didn't do it. hear.

This is part of the daily work of the Philippine police. If you are in a good mood, you will answer the phone. If you are in a bad mood, you will take a few steps and knock you down. It does not matter whether you call the police or not.

A policeman passing by with a cup of coffee kindly reminded me.

"Hey man, your phone has rang many times. Why don't you answer it? If the director finds out, he will deduct your bonus..."

"Don't answer. Someone said hello tonight. I answered the police call. That's why I'll be in trouble. Don't answer."

"If you don't answer, just unplug the phone line. Don't disturb our sleep. It's so wicked of you to do this..."

"Okay, okay, I'll unplug the phone cord right now." James waved his hand impatiently, then leaned his body and used his toes to finish unplugging the network cable.

The phone stopped ringing, and the police station instantly became much quieter.

James was stunned for a moment, what a strange name!
"Where is Baolang Street?"

"Ah, Baolang Street is right on Baolang Street..."

"Tell me, what happened...ah~~~"

James raised his hand and slapped him across the face, knocking the caller to the ground with a loud slap.

However, tonight is destined to be an eventful night.
Not long after James lay down, and had just started to feel sleepy, the door of the police station was pushed open, and someone rushed in, shouting to call the police.

The person who called the police was also surprised.

So no matter how anxious the guy in the police hall was, he slowly went to the toilet first, drank a glass of water, and then slowly came to his post.

"Baolang Street is right on Baolang Street..."

After James yawned, he flattened his seat, covered himself with a blanket, and prepared to sleep... No, he was preparing to work the night shift at his post.

Being disturbed when sleeping is a very unpleasant thing, and James was very unhappy.

"There was a gunfight. There was a gunfight on Baolang Street. There were many people fighting there. It was a fierce fight!"

Baolang Street! ?

Come on, looking at the guy who called the police, he couldn't explain clearly. Apart from repeating this sentence repeatedly, he couldn't even describe the specific location, so he knew that this guy hadn't read a book.

Illiterate people are like this. They don't know a word, don't have clear logical thinking, and do things as they come up. Except for finding food for themselves when they are hungry and spending money, other things are like wearing clothes. The clothes are the same as those of the big horses and monkeys.

"Tell me clearly, where is Baolang Street?"

After James drove the caller out while waving his pistol, he returned to his post and continued to sleep.

Then just after lying down for a while, the glass door of the police station was pushed open again, and this time four or five people rushed in. They were like monkeys who had taken Viagra, shouting loudly as soon as they entered.

"People are dead, so many people are dead..." "The rebels have invaded, they have invaded Manila!"

"Police, go quickly, go to Baolan Street, many people died there."

Ah, Sapphire Street, now James understood what he meant.

"The rebels have invaded. You should go to the military. This matter is not under the control of our police station. And isn't Baolan Street in a slum?" James waved his hand and replied perfunctorily.

"The jurisdiction of this police station does not include Baolan Street. You are in the wrong place."

"But this police station is already the closest police station to Baolan Street!"

"That's none of our business, go away, don't bother me... If you don't leave, I will arrest you and put you in jail!"

Confused and frightened, James drove out the people who called the police. This time, he did not lie down, but took a cup and brewed himself a pack of instant coffee, then waited at his post... Of course , the alarm phone line is still not plugged in.

Before long, James' cell phone rang in his pocket. He picked it up and saw that it was the call from the police chief of the branch.

Hey, didn't he go to enjoy Manila's nightlife tonight?
Why are you calling now?
In fact, it was nothing serious. The director received a call from his superior when he was enjoying himself. The latter received a report from an informant saying that there was intensive gunfire in a slum near the police station where James was located. He called. Ask the police to come out and take a look at the situation.

The boss's boss calls the boss, and the boss calls the juniors like James.

The boss has only one request.

"James, now find someone to drive a police car around Baolan Street to see if there is any movement. If there is any movement, call me and I will call more people to support you!"

"Okay, okay, no problem, Director!" James promised well, and then after hanging up the phone, he picked up the coffee cup with his left hand and played with his mobile phone with his right hand.

What, call the police! ?
Promising does not mean doing it!
The director often said that he would give James, a capable cadre, a promotion and a salary increase?

It has been almost two years since we talked back and forth, but James has not received a raise, and his police rank has not changed.

How much is the salary?

If the boss asked James to take people to Baolan Street during the day, a place that is not very deep into the slums and drive around, that would actually be no problem. Although the slums are unsafe, as long as they don’t go deep into the slums, the people inside will still not do anything to the police. Kind of.

After dark, the slums look different and the place becomes dangerous.

Needless to say, there are various gangsters hiding inside. They are not interested in the police in the first place.

These people may not dare to attack police officers patrolling the streets in broad daylight, but they still have the courage to attack lone police officers in the dark and use a dark gun.

In fact, gangsters are not the most dangerous existence in the slums. The most dangerous ones are those drug addicts who are so high that they cannot be clear-headed.

There are many black guns in the Philippines. If such guys have one in their hands, if they happen to see the police in this state, if they are bullied by the police this year, do you think they will call the police if they see them? A shot?
Therefore, when it comes to patrolling the slums at night, it is enough to verbally agree, but it is absolutely impossible to take actual actions. If you die there, even the pension funds allocated by the government to the police station may be taken away by the chief.

Therefore, no matter whether the boss made seven or eight calls tonight, James's reply was always the same.

I'm near Baolan Street now. I didn't hear any gunshots or see any thugs. Everything is peaceful here?
Call the police? Nothing, the police were very quiet tonight, no one came to call the police, and the police phone did not ring... Yes, that's it!
(End of this chapter)