Life as a police officer in America

When encountering such a situation, Wang Dengming's intuition told him that the plan was still imperfect and needed further improvement.

Where there is a loophole, he can't find it.

After thinking about it, he planned to go to Hansen's house. He had to check whether the condition of the tour guide was normal.

Riding on the dilapidated motorcycle, under the fresh sea breeze, Wang Dengming felt that the little lump in his heart seemed to disappear suddenly.

In fact, riding a motorcycle to patrol is quite cool. Wang Dengming thought about buying a decent motorcycle when he returned to Gumeng Town, Alaska.

Just thinking about it, two bricks fell from the sky.

One drifted past the front of the car, and the other flew overhead.

You xx!

He braked suddenly and pulled out his gun. It turned out that it was bricks thrown by two angry women. The two bricks missed. The women didn't care about the gun in his hand at all, looking for bricks and rocks everywhere.

Good men don’t fight with women, not to mention that the other party is an aunt at the level of an aunt. This is not the United States, and it is not Gumeng Town in Alaska. One thing is worse than one thing. Because of the ghost ship incident, their anger cannot be eliminated so quickly. It is impossible to extinguish the flames so quickly.

"Hi, friend, Namo Amitabha, would you like a drink?" It's English, but the accent is Korean.

"Boys and girls, this island is not safe, you should leave here as soon as possible."

Simply, he decided to take a look on the ghost ship.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the magistrate would have thought he was blind.

The young man ran away screaming and panicking.

Wang Dengming sat on the shore, let the sea breeze blow, the sun shone on his body, and it was a little hot.

Another said: "Benefactor, seeing that your car is so outstanding, let me give you a piece of barbecue."

"Father Louis"

"I'm an American police officer, please don't delay on this island, it's dangerous."

Wang Dengming didn't bother to fight back and drove away on his motorcycle.

Looking at the black smoke billowing from the exhaust pipe, those people laughed and cursed: "Idiot!"

He saw two large sharks wandering around the ghost ship, and it was clear that the blood hadn't parted.

"Are you from America?"

After the motorcycle passed the suspension bridge, Wang Dengming headed straight to the south of Witch Island.

When he came to the suspension bridge, he greeted the people on the city wall with a smile on his face: good morning, hello, brother, you are so white!
No one paid attention to him, with a cold face, looking at him was like seeing an annoying zombie.

"どういたしまして."

He didn't dare to stay for long, so he could only leave.

Are there gorillas on this island?

he shouted loudly.

The others laughed.

He increased the accelerator to dodge quickly, the only retaliation was a thick middle finger.

Tourists on Witch Island are rare, why did I see a group of people today.

Wang Dengming took out his gun and fired into the sky: "Boys, you are given five hours to leave Witch Island!"

"Ah, I finally found the true meaning of danger. Why is Wicked Witch Island dangerous? He is very dangerous!"

Wang Dengming walked into the church amidst deep introspection. It turned out that monks had a more relaxed life than me, so I should try to relax myself.

When he walked, he made gestures, raised his hands high, and roared like a gorilla.

Wang Dengming didn't know what he was talking about, the man recognized Wang Dengming, stretched out his hands to hug Wang Dengming, and left silently.

Today is really a special day.

It seems that this is a group of monks who have crossed borders to build a group, and the location of the group has come from East Asia to the Caribbean.

"who are you?"

Wang Dengming walked up to him, and the man in his 40s pointed at the ghost ship, groaning in pain.

"Smecta."

On the shore, an islander sat on the sand and wept.

"No, he's a down and out sailor."

When he passed the dense forest, he wanted to go in, he wanted to have a good chat with the little old man.

He saw no dead bodies, not a single one.

Very good, it feels like the police are out, like an airport was attacked by bad guys, and the police warned the people to flee.

A tall girl: "Are you a policeman?"

"Bad guys usually pretend to be good guys, handsome big brother, you look too jb and disabled, are you sure you are an American policeman? How could the American policeman come to the island to perform duties? What about your police uniform? Your belt and matching Where's the gun?"

Wang Dengming touched his jaw muscles and said with a smile, "Leave quickly, this island is not suitable for playing dangerous games."

Maybe the person who died on the ghost ship had his son, or brother, or other relatives.

"Stupid!"

A group of people immediately distanced themselves from Wang Dengming.

Wang Dengming said in Chinese: "No, thank you, I still have something to do."

"Yes, who are you?"

The female pastor holding a Bible in her hand is also frightening.

From far away, he saw the big wooden boat dumped in the sea, the huge mast fell down, and one of them was broken, and it broke when it hit the hull.

When he was about to arrive at Hansen's house, Wang Dengming felt that something was wrong. Louis asked him to investigate the murder of the ghost ship, so he should investigate it, and you have already agreed to it.

"He went to see Dr. Mokda, the priest had a slight injury to his leg."

I'm going to you!

A group of young people walked towards them, happily taking pictures with their cameras. They were young and arrogant, they were bright and immature, and they joked and played without any scruples.

There is a boat parked on the shore, and a cruise ship is parked on the other side of the boat.

"We are here for danger. We need an exciting and dangerous trip. May I ask, where is the danger on this island?"

The hull sank, but the machine gun was unsinkable. It must have been the effect of the grenade. The hull was already in danger, and the explosion of the grenade was like the last straw that broke the camel's camel.

Moving forward, he saw four more tourists.

This guy has a Japanese accent.

He wants to smoke, he wants to.
On the shore, another old woman came. She threw the mountain flowers in her hand towards the sea. When she saw Wang Dengming, her eyes were sharper than knives.

"He looks like a fisherman."

The waves rose and fell, and the originally clean sea foam turned upside down, and even appeared a little dirty and chaotic, which was something floating out of the ghost field.

The monks actually used the original iron plate barbecue to eat in public. They haven't eaten meat for a long time, so they sneaked to the island to barbecue.

And the entire hull was almost falling apart, and within a few days, the ship would become pieces of planks drifting around.

Wang Dengming was still thinking that the islanders had left sadly.

"No, he's like a hooligan."

Four people were having a barbecue on the shore. Wang Dengming wanted to remind them, but he saw that there were four fat and white monks in cassocks.

They are also monks, why is there such a big difference, and the monks who eat meat on the coast also seem easy-going and indifferent.

The ghost ship that had stood unsinkable for 20 years actually sank in a massacre. Wang Dengming stood on the shore, full of emotion.

"Hi, pastor."

The female pastor wore a large white robe, dressed like a nun, and wrapped her body tightly.

Her face was half hidden under a black hood, and her eyes with long black false eyelashes were as mysterious as wild cats.

Those eyes and her ferocious face frantically kneaded together, a match made in heaven.

Wang Dengming thought, she must have had too many cats and was infected by cat eyes.