Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 339: The Correct Use of Twisted Rules (3K)

Fishing operation, collusion between police and criminals!
These eight words flashed through the great detective's mind, and he thought to himself that he was unlucky.

In Backlund and the East District, although most gang members fight each other bravely and fiercely, there is no guarantee that there will not be a few weirdos among them.

Judging from their appearance, they are not important figures in the gang. Although they are wearing the same uniform, their words and actions make them more like those of small hooligans.

As a network keyboardist, "Zhou Mingrui" naturally knows a little about the tricks he used.

After glancing at a gang member in front of him and then turning to look at the patrol police who had already approached him, Klein was not panicked at all.

"Officer, I am also reporting this. They are going to rob me and commit bodily harm!"

It’s just throwing dirty water, who’s afraid of who?
"Mr. Detective, did I say I was going to rob you of your money? Or did I put a knife to your neck?"

"I just threatened you and said some harsh words. This does not constitute a crime."

Seeing that this ignorant detective dared to refute, the leading gang member showed a mocking expression and said that it was very orderly, making it impossible for Klein to refute.

Why do you, a gang member, need to know so much about the law? Is your boss a lawyer?
He felt a sense of suffocation in his heart and nearly coughed up blood. Mr. Fool felt that he had never had such a fulfilling day.

First, he was bombarded with all kinds of information and intelligence, then he was "provoked" by the bad Ron, and finally he encountered such a weird gang.

Is this how people live?

"You are involved in illegal possession of a gun. You must come with us and pay a fine!"

Officer Taylor came slowly and glanced at the gang members. He ignored the detective's accusations and was obviously very familiar with them.

As the saying goes, once is new, twice is familiar. As a private detective, this is not the first time that Klein has been caught with a gun.

"Fine? Officer? How much do you want?"

He sensed something was wrong. It seemed that the rules here were not quite the same as those of the Hillston District Police Station. Among the reasonable rules and regulations, there were hidden rules in the shadows.

After all, Klein wasn't fined the last time he was caught!
"Oh, you're very sensible, a hundred pounds!"

Officer Taylor looked past Klein and at the expressionless beautiful lady following behind him. He pursed his lips and swallowed, and finally gave a conservative number.

"One hundred pounds!? Why don't you just go and rob it!?"

Hearing this number, Klein was shocked and shouted loudly. He suddenly felt the urge to fight the opponent.

"Sir, fines come faster than robbery."

At this time, the leading thug added his words at the right time, almost making the great detective unable to catch his breath again.

You're pretty honest.
Klein muttered in his heart and stepped forward again, wanting to argue with the other party and try to distract the other party and get away with it.

In fact, he already had an idea in his mind, which was to use the magician's illusion to create a certificate for the use of group weapons, so that the patrol police officer who had just arrived would have no reason to continue to bother him.

But just as Klein was about to do so, Ron behind him suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled his entire body back.

At the same time, the beautiful lady's right hand unconsciously brushed across the small brass pot that looked like a pendant hanging around her waist.

It seems to be a comfort, but also a threat.

Silently, in an area that only Ron could perceive, the unspoken rules here were distorted and changed.

Everyone will play by the rules.

"Officer, I feel offended by their gazes. As a woman, I feel my privacy rights have been violated!"

"Also, they had portable cameras on them and were filming me!"

With just one sentence from the beautiful lady, the gangsters retreated in fear, their heads covered in sweat and their legs shaking like sieves. They seemed as if they had encountered some extremely terrifying beast and were no longer as calm as before.

Obviously, knowing the law may not be helpful when encountering unreasonable beings.

"Ma'am, are you sure!?"

"The portable camera is as big as a head. Are you sure they are filming secretly?!"

Officer Taylor, contrary to his usual practice, immediately skipped over the issue of Klein's illegal possession of a gun and instead focused on the voyeurism case.

"Officer, I'm not sure, but you can see that they don't look like good people at all. I think you have to take them back to make a statement, and you have to compensate me for my mental damages!"

"Otherwise, tomorrow I will hang you, a bunch of inferior men, in the most conspicuous place in the Backlund Post!"

"Sherlock, I didn't say anything about you, don't look at me like that!"

Ron's actions completely stupefied Klein Moretti. The great detective was dumbfounded by his irrational and illogical words.

Damn, it’s already this time and you’re still provoking me!
With his thoughts racing, Klein rushed forward and covered the silver-haired lady's mouth, successfully saving the lives of everyone present except himself.

In his mind, if Ron was allowed to continue to taunt them like this, the gang members would definitely get angry and start fighting.

Klein wasn't actually that worried about the kid's safety; he was worried about the safety of the gang members.

This person is a high-sequence expert who is not afraid of killing people, and highway robbery does not require a life to pay for it. "All of you come with me to the police station to take a statement. Even though we are familiar with each other, the rules are the rules!"

"By the way, you guys should gather some money together to pay for the mental damage!"

However, Officer Taylor's powerful shout successfully woke up the great detective.

"This, you!? Me!?"

Such a big change in attitude, this can't be an extraordinary ability...

Seeing that such nonsense and obvious lies actually convinced the police, Klein was shocked by Ron's talent.

If he had the ability to confuse right and wrong, it would save a lot of trouble.

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry, this is what you deserve. I still have to arrest them and take their statements. Don't worry, I will let you know the result!"

Ron took the twitching soula and a handful of copper pennies and took a quick look, finding that it was only a mere thirty pounds.

She raised her silver head arrogantly and threw all the small change that did not match her status to Klein Moretti.

"Chaos breeds order, and order brings its own shadow!"

Pulling up the pot-shaped pendant on his waist, Ron looked at Klein with confusion and added.

"You mean... there is an Extraordinary behind those gang members? An Extraordinary who is a lawyer?"

Klein, who had the Black Emperor card in his hand, was naturally familiar with this sentence and immediately associated it with the secret knowledge in this area.

"Yes, that's right, but it's none of our business..."

After slapping the wildly vibrating wishing lamp twice, Ron threw it back around his waist as if nothing had happened.

"Ron, there is a Beyonder in the gang, can I report it?"

"If you are not afraid of the police coming to your house to check your gas meter, you can report it at any time, but don't hide in my house."

Hearing this stupid question, the tall lady rolled her eyes, then walked leisurely to the front of the street with her long, straight legs.

……

Cragg Club.

"Klein, what is the investment you just mentioned?"

After jumping off the rented carriage, Ron immediately looked at Klein Moretti, who had been chattering with her all the way, with much anticipation in his words.

Originally, they wanted to go to the Glorious Church, but something Klein said halfway made Ron change his mind.

The silver-haired lady had never considered investing in business before, because such a small matter was not worthy of attracting the attention of the great being.

However, after she heard Klein's words just now, she instantly became interested.

The reason is still because of "poverty". Although Ron is very rich now, it is just a drop in the bucket for the group of people who believe in her in the southern continent.

Although the silver-haired lady could create matter into gold with just a wave of her hand, this could not reverse the economic disadvantage of her own forces.

Money is only considered money if it can be spent and circulated, and gold and silver are merely carriers of wealth and a form of currency.

The real wealth is the foundation of a power, the industrial level of a country and the vigorous development of all industries. Paper money is the product of this rule.

At present, all the mineral deposits and land specialties of the Southern Continent are controlled by the great nobles or businessmen of various countries in the Northern Continent.

Especially the sap of the Tonings tree, which has a hair growth effect, can earn those businessmen a lot of profits and various kinds of "wealth".

Although the Southern Continent is planning to establish a country soon, how to achieve economic supremacy after the establishment of the country remains a difficult problem.

Looking at Mr. Fool, who was also a social animal, Ron pouted and moved a little further away from this guy.

This guy actually made me want to work harder, which is rare. How can I do this?!

How can I be so cool! How can a god work for his believers in the opposite direction?
Maybe I don’t have to do it. It seems that I still need to discover talents...

With his bloodshot eyes lowered and a deep breath taken, the kind and merciful god rubbed his forehead.

"Bicycles, this is the project I invested in. Now the patent has been applied for, and the final stage of product production is left."

"Ron, in this era, this is a business that is sure to make money. Its development prospects will definitely exceed your imagination!"

As if he was worried that the "country bumpkins" from another world had never seen such things, Klein gestured considerately, and his words were full of temptations of making huge profits.

"How much money can it make? Ten thousand pounds, twenty thousand pounds, or a hundred thousand pounds, or a million pounds?"

After brushing his long silver hair behind his ears again, Ron asked a heart-wrenching and realistic question.

This money was just a drop in the bucket for her, and the income generated made her too lazy to even turn over on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)