Doomsday Hunter

Linhai City Police Station. Sun Ling passed by the hall and glanced at the suspects squatting in the corner.

A group of people bowed their heads, only Zhou Bei, the habitual criminal, didn't care. For him, getting into the game is the same as a regular meal, eating and drinking, without worrying about anything else.

Even the cleaning aunt in the bureau knows this guy.

Steal money, have food to eat, enter the game, and almost eat. For Zhou Bei, this is not a moral problem, it is simply a question of whether it is worthwhile.

Like this, those who lack moral sense and do not have empathy and sympathy for victims are often called anti-(harmonious) social personalities.

Anti-amnesty society personality and high IQ anti-amnesty society personality are two concepts. The former are mostly just some gangsters in society, or the annoying guys in life. And the latter is the real, troublesome serial killer and gangster of the century.

Zhou Bei's IQ is actually just ordinary. If you are really smart, you won't have to be a pickpocket every day. At least have to mix a black boss or something.

Recently, there have been several homicides in the city. Sun Ling thought it would be assigned to him, but he heard that a new department had taken over. That department is quite mysterious, she ran to ask her grandfather but didn't ask.

Major General Sun must know the specific situation, but their family style is like this, and people who do not have the authority will definitely not be able to tell.

In this regard, Officer Sun can only curl his lips.

She sat in her office, looking for clues about a recent gun-smuggling case. There are many indications that this matter has something to do with the secretary of Xu, a wealthy businessman in Linhai City.

It's hard to catch a tough criminal suspect like this. Mostly a white glove.

Of course, Sun Ling's own backstage has never softened. Major General Sun has always supported this kind of righteous action, and it is because of this bad temper that he has offended too many people.

His son and daughter-in-law also died because of these things. Two years ago, Sun Ling and her brother Sun Zheng also broke **** because of being involved in some things.

Justice is a difficult thing to hold on to...because the bad guys are always unscrupulous, and the good guys are easy to suffer.

Such as the Sun family, who are in a high position and are upright and honest, there are actually a few who insist on justice. And it is a very small minority. Most of them will choose to be wise and protect themselves even if they are not in the same situation.

Those who are truly downright bad are also in the minority. Most of the officials of the People's Federation are doing business, and by the way, they are convenient for themselves, while others turn a blind eye.

It's just that there are always some people who can't tolerate sand in their eyes.

A mid-level judge in his late 40s was fired today.

He took off his judge's uniform and placed it neatly with the gavel. Finally, he glanced at the People's Union emblem who was watching him above, and turned to leave.

If it wasn't for Zhao Shiming, who worked with him many years ago, and Zhao Zhouchang, who took the initiative to protect him... then this time it would probably be more than just resigning.

But I don't regret it.

After you leave, open a law firm. Thanks to Zhao Shiming's help, he did not leave any stains on the file, but had the experience of serving as a second-level judge, which was enough to make him make a good price when he was a lawyer.

Before thinking about that...let's find a place to stay tonight. He previously lived in a court-assigned house. And the daily wages are used to do other things, so I can't stay in a hotel for a few days.

With a sigh, the future Justice of the Safe Zone walked down the street. A car drove past him, and the yellow-haired thug in the car threw a plastic bottle filled with paint and splashed it all over his body.

It was obvious that he was being warned.

Oh, it's really reckless.

Mengbushe didn't get angry, and didn't even rush to clean up the mess. He glanced back at the courthouse one last time.

It is estimated that I will never have the opportunity to be a judge again in my life. Then be a lawyer for the justice and the weak.

It is true that character determines destiny.

Of course, it can also be the other way around.

If it wasn't for Meng Puyi who always insisted on the justice in his heart, Zhao Shiming would not have found him after the end of the world. He also can't become a safe zone justice and become stronger in curses and blessings.

And if it wasn't for the sudden arrival of the apocalypse, if it wasn't for Zhao Shiming who had worked with Meng Pu'she. He is probably dead now, and even if he survives, he can only be a tainted lawyer in the future.

Justice is something that requires luck and means to keep going.

On the way to looking for a place to live, Meng Buai was watched by many passers-by. A person with a painted face and a calm and majestic face is indeed worth seeing. Afterwards, a person who recognized the unforgivable came up and asked carefully what was going on.

Mengbu Forgiveness also remembers him, this fierce man with five big and three rough was sentenced to five years for robbery a few years ago.

But this fierce man didn't come to seek revenge for Mengbu Forgiveness. He was very polite to Mengbuforge with a sullen face. Because during the years he was in prison, he was the mother who used his salary to help him with a serious illness.

Although, his mother died of illness in the end. But this kind of man remembers it very well.

Know what happened today and when he had no place to live. The man was silent for a moment, and then invited Meng Bushe into the low-cost room he rented temporarily.

After thinking for a moment, the future justice did not refuse.

Originally, he was going to live with a classmate who was a prosecutor for a day. But thinking about it carefully, it is not a good thing for people who are developing within the system to find them by themselves now.

It's hard to say that those people won't even take revenge with their classmates.

At night, Mengbushe didn't fall asleep for a long time.

"Judge, judge, have you slept yet?" whispered the man who had invited Unforgivable to stay here temporarily.

"Not yet." Meng Bu's forgiveness sighed. How could he fall asleep in this situation? The environment of the cheap rental house was obviously not very good, and the smell of paint did not dissipate on his body. Of course, the more important thing is what happened to him today.

Why does doing the right thing fall to this level?

He recalled his fellow travelers, many judicial workers who wanted to speak out for justice, who were retaliated against by their targets. Either use power to remove him, or directly assassinate him.

Mengbu's pardon still has a piece of evidence in his hand, but he has no chance to make a comeback for the time being.

Just wait, justice will come. The People's Federation has not yet reached the level where these people can cover the sky with one hand. They are so arrogant and destined to not last long.

He actually understands these truths, but he is not convinced.

"Judge, I think that sometimes we can't fight those people, so let's just forget about it. If the green hills are left, we won't be afraid of running out of firewood." The man comforted him.

It is hard to imagine that he had been sentenced to five years without pardon before. In prison, this kind of carefree man can be regarded as a hegemon and no one dares to provoke him, but he is so kind in front of those who have helped him.

It should be said that if it weren't for the help of the unforgivable, he would probably go the way of entering the palace for the second time and the palace for the third time.

Mengbuyi always felt that what he had done was not enough, but he actually saved many people with his actions. Those victims and prisoners who have been helped by him will all be grateful.

However, those whom he had offended did not intend to let him go easily.

Huang Mao, who had splashed paint on Mengbushe before, carried two oil drums and touched the low-rent housing.

He first urinated in the corner, then started pouring gasoline while humming a little tune.

The evidence in Meng's hands is too crucial, this person is immortal, and the big guy behind Huang Mao decides he can't feel at ease.

So even if Zhao Shiming made a move to protect the unforgivable, he still had to call people to kill them all. It just so happened that a fire in a place like low-rent housing killed a few people, and no one would care at all.

The two people in the room who couldn't sleep were still chatting.

Suddenly, Mengbushe smelled a strange smell.

The fierce man reacted faster than him, and looked out in the direction the smell came from.

The fire had spread to the corridor and burned in along the plywood walls. While scolding the mother, the man greeted Meng Bufor and tried to run out.

The firefighting measures for this kind of low-rent housing are obviously not much better.

"Let's jump out of the window, this is the second floor." Seeing that it was impossible to walk through the door, the man shouted Meng Buai and came to the window. He also shoved the evidence that Mr. Judge had put in the suitcase into his arms amid the shouting of the other party, and the two of them hurriedly turned them out.

Meng Fu's skills were really inflexible, and he almost didn't fall, but luckily the man held him up. He was sitting on the ground panting.

"Grass." The man scolded the mother. There were several burn marks on his hands. The man's meager belongings in the rental house are probably gone now. He didn't have time to get the cash or valuables, and only took the evidence he was asking for.

Looking at the raging fire, in the heat wave and soot, Meng Fu felt a little cold.

A truck came up and hit the man directly.

Huang Mao stepped on the accelerator and ran over.

Blood wetted the information in his arms. At the same time, it was also splashed with unforgiveness.

In this regard, Huang Mao shook his head, indicating that he was crooked.

does not matter.

He reversed the car, turned the front of the car lightly, and drove towards Mengbufu.

The blood had not yet flowed from Mengbu's face.

The man's corpse was lying on the ground, his eyes were blinded, and he seemed to want to say something.

Mengbuxi closed his eyes and opened them again.

Invisible chains appeared beside him.

A mallet appeared in his hand.

The illusory judge's robe was also draped over him, and his mind seemed to light up one by one.

"Judgment!"

For the first time, the power of curses and blessings converged in humans.

The chains passed through the truck, shocking Huangmao.

He was torn from the car by an invisible chain, and his previous arrogance and disregard for life had disappeared without a trace.

Although Mengbu's forgiveness didn't know what happened to him, he was sure that with a swing of the mallet, the yellow hair could be killed. After that, you can also send the person behind this guy to death.

This feeling is called power.

But this murder is not a true trial.

After being silent for a long time, Mengbumei still did not choose to abuse violence.

He put down the frightened yellow hair. In front of the building and the corpse in flames, he stood silently for a long time.

ps today's update. I just like the feeling that every supporting character is a legend.

This range is almost there, ten or twenty chapters?

What to write next? Death seems to have a lot of votes, but I can't think of how to write him for the time being.

Ask for a ticket, ask for a collection, ask for a subscription. Even the extras are written up to May or June (that seems to be quite a long time), let's see and cherish it.