Liang Jian: I have a canteen

In the dark night, the patrol's shouting was particularly loud.

It was like a thunderbolt, frightening the three coolies so much that they trembled.

After turning around and seeing that it was the police, the three of them felt relieved a little.

However, the heart is just a little bit let go.

not much.

In this turbulent era, patrolmen were not the police of later generations.

Although they maintain law and order, they are sometimes even more brutal than bandits.

The flashlight was getting closer and closer, and the three people's hearts were beating faster and faster.

Finally, two patrolmen came up to them and shone their flashlights at the three people.

The strong light hit their faces, forcing the three of them to cover their faces with their hands.

After seeing the three people's attire, the two patrolmen put down their flashlights and asked, "What are you doing?"

The tone was a bit lazy and impatient.

"I'm a heavy bag carrier! I just finished working for my boss and am about to go home." Chu Dazhuang answered with a smile, then took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Work!" The policeman took the cigarette and said with a hint of doubt, "Who are you working for at this late hour?"

"This." Chu Dazhuang scratched his head. He really didn't know what the middle-aged man's name was, but he still remembered the house number. "I really don't know the boss's name, but I still remember the house number. No. 15 Huaihai Road!"

After reporting the house number, Chu Dazhuang added, "This job was assigned to me by the Black Dragon Society."

"Black Dragon Society!" The patrolman sucked his teeth and poked the cigarette in his hand a few times.

Chu Dazhuang took out a match, leaned over to light it, and put it in front of the patrolman.

The policeman brought the cigarette closer, lit it, took a puff, looked at the three people, and then said, "Do you have your ID?"

"No!" Chu Dazhuang touched his pocket awkwardly, "I forgot it at the dock."

Chu Dazhuang turned around and looked at the other two, "Have you arrived?" The other two shook their heads in unison, indicating that they didn't bring anything either.

The police officer raised his eyebrows, "This is not going to be easy!"

"What's so difficult about it?" Chu Dazhuang asked.

"Something happened at the Black Dragon Society's headquarters, and several people died." The patrolman said casually.

"Oh my!" Chu Dazhuang was shocked, "I really didn't know that!"

The policeman took another puff of his cigarette and said, "If you don't have your ID, come with us."

"This..." Chu Dazhuang looked embarrassed, "This has nothing to do with us, right?"

"Who told you not to bring your ID?" The policeman suddenly shouted, "You are lucky to have met us two brothers. If it were the military police, they would have dragged you away without saying a word."

Something happened at the Black Dragon Society's headquarters and several people died. This might be true.

To take them away must be fake.

Chu Dazhuang knew this very well.

The two patrolmen must have heard their conversation just now, so they came here to blackmail them.

The saying "plucking feathers from a passing goose" refers to them.

Chu Dazhuang, who knew what was going on, immediately felt his pocket, took out two French francs and quietly put them into the patrolman's hand.

The policeman smoked a cigarette and silently put the money back into his pocket, then coughed, "But it seems that it's not easy for you guys to come here at this late hour, so let's just go to the police station."

"Thank you, thank you!" Chu Dazhuang immediately bowed to express his gratitude, and then winked at the other two.

The other two understood and followed Chu Dazhuang in bowing.

The policeman took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and waved his hand, "Let's go!" (End of this chapter)