Super Detective in the Fictional World

Flatten your gaze, Eddie's eye curtain shows a scene you've known before.

Two flirty little gangsters stood outside the small supermarket door, chatting and watching the wind.

Eddie immediately remembered the last time he shrunk in the corner, sitting there looking at Mrs. Chan as if she had been blackmailed with a mixed gun. Her heart was both embarrassed and angry.

The venom wakes up in your heart: you pussy! Go ahead, break every bone in them, smash their brains, drink their brains...

Eddie:... you're crazy.

Venom: Who's crazy, apologize!

Eddie: Okay, I'll bring you two chocolates later, okay?

Venom: No. At least one box.

Eddie: I'm afraid of tooth decay.

Venom: It's okay, I'll clean your mouth.

Eddie:... please, can you stop saying that weird stuff?

He came in front of the store, ready to go in.

He didn't even show his face, making two wind watching gangsters feel wrong: isn't this guy some kind of fishing reporter or cop?

Although this is uncommon, there are two hundred and fifty such uninteresting differences.

Two people raised their hands resolutely, one of them said, “This place is temporarily closed, you go elsewhere. ”

It's not that this asshole talks about four beauties. It's just that I have doubts in my mind and I don't want to be photographed with evidence.

“Out of the way.” Eddie raises his hand and waves his arms back inside.

After the symbiosis, he was very powerful, and the two intercepted arms were similar to straw.

Two steps into the door, he stood in front of the gangster who had just put the money in his pocket: "Give it back to her. ”

Mixed face surprised, slightly sidebent body, saw two small mates outside the door follow.

One of them compared to a "cop" gesture, and the gangster in front of the counter hesitated for only 0.5 seconds and immediately pulled out the money in his pocket and put it on the counter: “Oh, here's the money she was looking for. I'm sorry. ”

He turned his head and cast a threatening look at Mrs. Chan.

Confiscate the money, find more and less, but it's just a matter of the owner saying something.

As long as the owners don't cooperate with the investigation, there's nothing the police can do about them.

They take too long to protect and the process is too familiar.

If the owner dares to be rigid, someone else will come to educate the head iron guy, hit her with a concussion and go to the hospital to fix it.

The owners will have to pay for their medical bills and compensate them afterwards, otherwise they won't be able to continue doing business.

Of course Mrs. Chan knew that, so she was pale and bitter.

Slightly squeezing out a smile, her voice shivered a little: "Oh, I was wrong. Come back tomorrow. ”

That's what it means to be an explicit gangster and pick up some other time.

It's not that she's sick, it's that the average little citizen is helpless in the face of gang members.

One or two of these protection-fee-paying gangs are useless.

If you get caught two or three times in her shop, it's not about money, it's about deterrence.

In order not to let the other shopkeepers learn from her, they must kill the chicken monkey, destroy the supermarket, and send her family to the hospital.

As soon as Eddie looked at the situation, he suddenly realized he was saying the wrong thing.

He's been thinking for two years that if he's capable, he has to clean up these disgusting guys.

Having just saved the middle-aged woman, he was a little spirited and unconsciously said what was in his heart.

In fact, the best way is to make it look like a provocation to seek revenge, rush in and beat them to death, so that the other party won't suspect Mrs. Chen.

Eddie regretted it, and the three gangsters didn't look so good.

If this guy's a fishing cop in front of him, they might have to get into the game.

Although they are regular visitors to detention centres and prisons, who wants to get into the situation if they can eat, drink and play outside?

The three of them looked at each other and turned away.

Eddie Mommer was standing there, quite helpless.

When he wakes up, he understands he can't do it.

Otherwise, the other party will not find him afterwards, and the anger will spill all over Mrs. Chan's family.

Selena's cold voice sounded: "Buy the box safely, check out and come out again. ”

As soon as Eddie stood still, he figured it out: this was a goat prison, trying to make three people think they were a passing customer.

Anyway, it's normal for men who are anxious to buy safety measures to have a fire + cover.

In some states with stricter laws, walking the streets at night with a box can even be considered a "murder tool” for "street business”.

Not surprisingly, he was grumpy.

Eddie grabbed a box of cargo from a small shelf next to him, let the venom control his voice, and said low, “How much? ”

“Ah?” Mrs. Chan hesitated and quickly took over the scan: “Thirty-six bucks. ”

Eddie: Fako, how come it's more expensive than I usually buy?

And he handed it over, and he grabbed the box and looked at it: well, it was actually a special trio of thorn rings. Who the hell is this for?

But then he remembered to pit Mrs. Chen, and now being pitted back is not a grievance.

If he pays for what the code says, can it count as a pit?

After picking up the change, he quickly left the small supermarket and walked in the opposite direction of the three gangsters.

This is an order that Selena has just given, and Eddie knows it's a further reduction in the likelihood of Mrs. Chan being retaliated against.

Eddie was a little distracted when he walked into the crossroads over 100 meters away.

Only a stranger was saved, and a acquaintance was pitted. This world is so volatile.

With this complex mood, he continues to wander the streets.

The security environment in the area was rather poor, and in less than two hours he completed a total of nine life-saving missions.

At this point, Serena's orders came in: "Go to the little park 200 meters away. There's equipment in the garden 20 meters to the left of the entrance, and change it immediately. ”

Eddie muttered in his heart: Is this last mission a hassle to temporarily send equipment?

Ten minutes later, he stood up from behind the bushes in the park, gauging himself, all excited: “Is this for me? ”

Selena's voice was very calm: “You made a serious mistake in your Chen Jia supermarket assignment just now, lending equipment is just a convenience for you to solve the aftermath. Now you owe me 50 points. ”

When Eddie listened, his face was full of pain, but he still noticed the point: "What are the points? ”

Selena: "A currency that can't be bought with any kind of money, there are a lot of people currently trading in the black market who buy points unlimited to the equivalent of $10,000 a point. ”

Eddie's face went dark immediately: WTF? Suddenly I owe half a million. What should I do? What the hell is this, two or three years of white work?

But Celina goes on to make him even more desperate: "But no one is stupid enough to sell it, because no one who owns it is short of money. ”

Eddie: “So how do I pay it back? ”

Selena: "If you can find out for yourself the exact whereabouts of your fellow Venom Disappearers, one can get at least 200 points. ”

Eddie: “What about the rest? ”

Selena: "Kill the Tahiti Witch alone for 10,000 points. ”

Eddie: “I get it. ”

His current strength matches that of a witch, dividing minutes into street life, so earning points is not a question of giving points, but a proposition.