Super Detective in the Fictional World

The gangster grabbed the money into his pocket, plugged it back into his gun, picked up two bottles of wine from the counter, and the other hand still grabbed a large handful on the chocolate shelf by the cash register.

Stuffing the chocolate in his pocket, he seemed to think it wasn't enough, grabbed a few more bottles of gum and condoms, and left Mrs. Chan with the phrase "The next time you beep, the money will double” before walking out of the door.

Eddie Momo took the dog's head back, and he couldn't handle it.

Don't look at his life foundation just because it's a bright company.

Things get stabbed on the table, there's more or less a legal chance of peeling.

This street gangster doesn't care about the law at all.

This robbery does not necessarily begin with the owner calling the police, and the police do not necessarily catch it (or fail to catch it), nor do they necessarily convict it.

Even if convicted, as long as no one was injured during the robbery, they would be released on parole for up to a few months.

Prisons in California have been nervous enough to keep these overflowing punks out of jail.

Hey, I wish Batman had been in San Francisco. Eddie couldn't help but think about it.

Most of the gangs in Los Angeles don't do gun blackmail anymore.

Because of those bright, protective gang members, they are thrown into the hospital collectively at intervals.

Broken hands and legs once or twice, both with guns and fleeing, are very unfavourable, and the gangsters without these two skills are uncompetitive.

As a Batman iron powder, Eddie, through data and statistical analysis, has long realized that this is Bat Team's pen.

The first were Batman and Black Cat women, known as Los Angeles "Knee Crushers.”

And then Batman leaves, on top of the Dark Knight, and there's the New York Bone Crusher.

Well, maybe I should send them a call for help, send the Dark Knights on a bone cruise to San Francisco? They also have a responsibility to do so.

These two years of cautious punks in Los Angeles have come to San Francisco to do extortion.

Why don't you just beat the shit out of this guy? Keep it to only harm the good guys. A journalist flashed his mind of extreme violence, but his body stood honestly in the food zone.

The guy's got a gun, he's got a buddy out there, he's got a gun, too.

San Francisco is not a populist New York City, there are too many lawless gangsters.

In order to grab a wallet, it's common for a psychopath to shoot someone directly.

He ran up to stop him, and his brain was hot, and there was a good chance he would be shot.

Just got robbed of a little money, no need to fight for it, I'm not a pussy. He muttered in his heart.

Then, his gaze saw a string of puppies coming from the side aisle, looking at him with “sneaky” dog eyes, the dog's face seemed to be... a mockery look?

Seeing him, the puppy sounded just like him. He turned his head and left, seemingly disgusted with his appearance.

Hallucinations! This must be a hallucination of fever! He shook his head and told himself so, picking up the basket and walking to the counter.

Mrs. Chan's face was much worse than when he entered the door, silently scanning the goods in his basket.

Eddie was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but say, "Everything's gonna be fine. ”

Mrs. Chan's eyes were red and she lowered her head: "Impossible, Eddie. Life always is. ”

Eddie was absolutely right, and once again he felt powerless and thought of those superheroes in New York.

Perhaps this can only be suppressed slightly if they repress violence with violence, as they did! At least... gangsters don't pull their guns anytime, anywhere, threatening other people's lives?

That's impossible.

Eddie is an authentic Southern California graduate, and it is clear that this is not a matter of mere confusion, but of the intransigence of American society.

Who let this be a country where guns are flooded!

In a car not far from the supermarket, the gold continues to diss its kind: “Pussy! Poison this host is getting old and bad, and none of the little bastards dare. Ha ha, how dare you be cowardly? I followed him home again, no grade at all. ”

Luke and Selena looked at each other in silence.

He's got at least one college student, and you're looking for a dog.

Though the knife enjoys better treatment than college students, the dog does not have the status of Eddie.

Eddie's just been dying a lot lately, falling into a low-life period.

But neither of them hit a dog head.

Or was that -- this guy is worse than his own dog, and it's more expensive than other college students, so what?

……

This way, Eddie goes upstairs, closes the door, opens the milk he just bought at the table, and prepares for chocolate cereal.

And the string of puppies came to his door, and the pitch-black asphalt monster venom came out of it and sewed into it.

With the cereal in his hand, Eddie remembers what happened last night to today, a little distracted.

The venom crept from the floor, clinging to his feet and drilling back into this familiar body silently.

After the first symbiosis, Eddie, who was distracted, had no idea of the venom "going home," but suddenly a low voice sounded in his head: "Eat up, I'm hungry. ”

Eddie shook his hand: “What? ”

He looked around, but the house was quiet.

“Maybe I'm really too hungry?” He muttered and finally poured the cereal in his hand into the bowl.

“Pour a little more.” The low voice suddenly said another word.

Eddie was scared to throw the cereal straight out: "Who? Who's talking? ”

Quiet again in the house.

Eddie:????

Downstairs in the car, for the dog's sake, Selena was already in the front row.

As a result, a dog laughed and rolled over in the back seat and didn't forget to send a voice message to share the surveillance sentiment: “Hahahaha, the host of the good sand sculpture, Claire, this little girl was bolder than him. ”

Luke, Selena:... you're not really trying to let go of any of the DISS venom!

Upstairs Eddie and the venom, didn't know anyone was watching them.

After finally checking the room, Eddie made sure there was no abnormality and picked up the milk cereal before taking a sip.

Knock, knock! A spooky knock suddenly rang.

Eddie just imported the milk cereal “Poop ~ Click ~” and most of it was sprayed back into the bowl and the little half was pasted on his face.

He held on to the bowl and coughed violently.

After a sigh of relief, he pulled several tissues, wiped his face and spilled milk on his body, and walked to the door in confusion.

“Don't open the door.” The low voice reminded him in his head.

Eddie took a nap, but decided to ignore this mysterious “fantasy”.

As Dr. Lewis said, many diseases can cause fever, and hallucinations of fever are common.

Eddie glanced at the cat's eye, only the door across the street, and nobody was in front of it.

This is the end of the hallway, and on the right is the window. He didn't really care, he unlocked the door and the probe went out and looked to the left.

I saw a bald black man standing by the door with four black men, just opposite him.

Black-headed smile: “It's hard to find you.” As he stepped forward to the door, he pushed Eddie back into the house and followed him himself.

Four big men in black also came in and squeezed into the room.

Eddie, who backed away, looked at the five big men, and felt a strong philosophical aura. He had to tighten his daisy: “Gentlemen, are you looking for the wrong person? ”