Even my father never beat me
1559 Words
"What are you doing?"
The boss's wife was shocked and reflexively tried to draw her hand back, but the biker in front of her firmly grabbed her wrist, and even yanked her over by brute force.
"Be honest, you don't want your husband to come out do you?" The man impatiently reached out to pull the apron on the boss's wife.
"Let go of the old lady! Have already given you money, don't give me too much!" Realising the other party's purpose, the boss's wife struggled up with deadly force.
"Damn, you also pretend to be innocent right!" The man was once again reminded of the memories of being rejected by Veronica in the past, and couldn't help but feel a little angry as he grabbed the boss's wife's hair and yanked it hard, yanking her to the ground and then pressed on, shouting incoherently with his mouth, "Anyway, you open this kind of shop to rely on your poise to solicit customers, don't you? Don't even know how many men have been on ...... one more not much more ...... Give me a bit of sense, I am willing to f**k a woman like you is to give you face!"
"Get up off me, you son of a b***h! Don't touch me!" Being abused like this by a drunkard, the boss's wife was instantly enraged.
The smell of alcohol from the other party's mouth smoked her, and in her anger she reached out and slapped the other party's face.
A heavy slap, immediately left a dark red palm print on the man's face.
The man only felt his head "buzzing" for a moment, and the last trace of his precarious sanity also followed the line.
This b***h even dared to make a move with me ...... Damn, even my father never hit me!
The boss's wife screamed and cursed as she reached out and clawed, struggling to jerk out from underneath him as she climbed to her feet, lifting the hem of her skirt and running in the direction of the back door, ready to go out and call for help.
Exasperated, the man tried to get back up and pounce on her, but his body was unexpectedly heavy and his legs were too weak to move.
The only thing that could still move was his hands, and by the time he came back to his senses, the sidearm that was supposed to be hanging at his waist was already in his hands.
The slap mark on his face was still hot and painful, he raised his trembling hand in a rage and aimed it at the boss's wife's back.
He was just about to utter a threatening word to call out to the other party, when the deafening sound of the g*n suddenly startled him, and the recoil shocked his wrist.
The boss's wife let out a muffled cry and fell straight forward, as if she had been kicked in the back. She struggled painfully and crossed her hands, but she never moved again, the pool of blood gradually spreading out beneath her.
The stinging blood made the man sober up most of the wine, and the g*n in his hand made him feel hot and solid.
His mind went blank, and his memory felt like a piece of it had been dug out of him the hard way. He could no longer recall whether it was his own hot-headedness that fired the g*n, or whether his fingers shook and went off, the only thing that was clear was the body in front of him.
Can't stay here ......
Fear reinvigorated his body, which was limp from alcohol, and he climbed to his feet, stumbled out the back door of the pub, and made a mad dash down the darkened alleyway, still knocking over several empty crates stacked by the door.
A sharp rain was falling outside, and within a few steps he was soaked to the skin.
A gust of night wind blew over and he winced, instantly sobering up.
He looked at the g*n in his hand and finally realised the severity of the situation.
He had killed someone with the police force's sidearm, and the mounted police force's g*n was specially made, so a casual check would soon lead to his head.
Going back now to deal with the scene? No, there are several taverns on this street, and there are still many people in the middle of the night, and the sound of the g*n just now must have been heard by someone ...... and then returned to the scene, and it may be caught on the spot.
The g*n ...... must deal with the problem of the g*n ...... Damn, if you don t go to return the matching g*n on time, you will definitely be suspected.
His hands and feet took out his pocket watch and looked at the time - twelve thirty seven, there is not much time for him to hesitate.
He gritted his teeth and walked towards the police station with a false step.
"Mr Jaron, it's been hard work, and you've been rained on ...... really suffering too." Bruce, the rookie manning the custodial vault, greeted him.
After greeting Bruce frowned slightly, the man reeked of alcohol - although the guy usually drank a lot while on duty.
Jaron nodded tautly but didn't move.
Bruce stared at him for a few moments, a little puzzled, "That sir, you ...... are returning your sidearm, aren't you?"
Only then did he move stiffly to unclasp his sidearm and hand it over to the newcomer.
Bruce froze as soon as he took the sidearm - he smelled a faint odour of smoke.
"Allow me, please, to check ......" Bruce tried to sound as calm as possible, but his eyes were dead set on the officer in front of him, Jaron.
As he watched the other man begin to check the bullets, Jaron finally tensed up and reached out to grab Bruce's hand.
"What are you doing!?" Bruce was taken aback.
"Kid, do ...... me a favour!" Jaron tried to squeeze an ugly smile from his face.
"You ...... shot him?" Bruce scanned the amount of residual bullets in his pistol and drew his voice up in some alarm, "In what?"
At that moment, a couple of mounted officers flashed by at the other end of the corridor.
"You guys stop eating your late night snacks and get out on duty! Someone's been shot downtown!" Someone shouted.
Jaron shuddered in fear and subconsciously reached for the g*n in Bruce's hand, trying to hide it.
Bruce realised what was going on and snapped his head up as if he'd been electrocuted to stare at Jaron's face, too horrified to speak.
"You just need to do me a small favour ...... help me figure out what to do with this g*n! I'll repay you! My dad is a councilor! I have the contacts to get you promoted ......," Jaron said urgently, lowering his voice.
"What are you talking about?" Bruce shook his head stiffly, "How can you hide something like you used a bullet ......? Hurry up and turn yourself in!"
"Make up for it with someone else's bullets! Either that or just switch over with someone else's g*n!" Jaron gasped for air, the crisis made his originally sluggish head turn quickly, and he suddenly had a flash of insight, "Right! Veronica! Didn't she happen to argue with that woman this morning? She handed her g*n back, didn't she, so use hers! Yes, use hers!!!"
Bruce turned pale at that, "No, no way! Veronica-senpai ...... is my benefactor! I can't die doing something like that!"
He said reaching towards the alarm button on his desk, as soon as he pressed it the mounted police on duty would swarm to the depository.
"You!" Jaron hastily reached for his other hand and pressed it, his face becoming a bit grim, "If you refuse, my family will not spare you! Understand? A rookie like you who just joined the police force, it's as easy as it gets for us to screw you ......"
"No, you're dead in the water!" Bruce cut back, saying that his hand was already touching the button.
"I'll give you a hundred quid!" Jaron shouted, opening his mouth in a rush.
Bruce's hand paused.
For a long time, he asked in a trembling voice, "You say ...... really?"
Jaron was stunned for a moment, then realised that he had grabbed a lifeline.
"Of course!" He agreed with a full-throated voice.
Bruce swallowed his throat nervously and stared at him with unblinking eyes, "So, what about the money?"
"This ......" Jia Long cursed the other party's lack of brains in his heart, how could a normal person carry so much money with them. But his life is now in the hands of the other party, facing the other party's sceptical line of sight, he can only touch out the most valuable piece of gold pocket watch on his body, "This is for you! This can be sold for at least fifty pounds, I'll make up the rest for you later!"
Bruce's eyes immediately pinned on the pocket watch, and he stretched out his trembling hand and grasped it in his hand.
Seeing this, a hideous smile emerged from the corners of Jaron's mouth.
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