I'm A Detective In The Beauty World

Chapter 147: God on the left, Buddha on the right, Sanqing Dao ancestor in the heart

A police car pulled the piercing alarm. It just turned the corner from the street corner. Before we could see what was going on, a trash can flew over and hit the front window heavily.

With a “creak”, this poor police car, staring at a piece of rubbish, drifted on the road, and the tires slid out of blue smoke on the ground and crossed the road.

The two police officers in the car climbed almost rolling and got off the other side of the car door. The other police cars following behind also hurriedly stopped on both sides of the road.

“My God, what is that?”

Amidst all the police officers’ mouths, a masked man dressed in red, green, and green was fighting inextricably with a black-haired man. The masked man has amazing jumping ability, and his hands can continuously eject segments of white, similar to cobweb, to fly around in the air.

The black-haired man is amazingly powerful and has thick skin. No matter how many times he is knocked down by the opposite side, he can always stand up again soon.

Without the limitation of the iron cage, Peter can finally play to his strengths. There is no need to compete with Downey in fighting skills, with cobweb, you can fight guerrilla warfare around Downey.

It’s a pity that after Downey was controlled by Bart again, his physical fitness improved a bit more than when he was in the iron cage before. In the iron cage, Peter couldn’t beat Downey in a short time, and now it’s even more impossible.

And because of Downey’s restraint, Peter relaxed his attention to Bart, so Bart escaped back to the apartment without knowing what he was doing.

Watching Peter and Downey’s inhumane fighting scene, the police officers with only small pistols didn’t know what to do. They could only seal the surroundings, evacuate the crowd, and then desperately wanted support from above.

No way, after all, there is no superhero showing up yet, and the police officers are not used to dealing with these abnormal guys.

Fortunately, a superior soon took over.

A bright red sports car came galloping, flexibly shuttled between the police cars, and rushed to the front of the convoy in the blink of an eye. Then the car door opened, and a pair of slender long legs stretched out, attracting the eyes of all the men nearby.

Tina didn’t care about the hot eyes that she was looking around, twisting her waist, holding a loudspeaker, stepped on high heels, “Ka Ka” stepped forward, and then shouted: “Smelly boy, the shrimp I ordered Where are the dumplings?”

Peter shuddered and almost fell out of the air, barely avoiding a punch from Downey, and shouting without looking back, “Sister, is it time to discuss this issue?”

“Definitely,” Tina akimbo her hips, shaking her thighs like a lady, “I’ll remind you, boy, because you didn’t deliver the takeout in time, causing someone to skip lunch, causing blood pressure to rise. My temper has also become irritable…”

Peter took a moment to glance at it, a sudden burst in his heart.

Only Tina, no Sharon.

Is it true that Sharon is angry as Tina said?

Just as Peter was anxious, Sharon had already sneaked into the apartment building. He knows better than Peter that Bart is more dangerous than Donnie, who is like a mad dog.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the dim apartment corridor. Xie Lun carried HK416 and cautiously searched the apartment building. Soon he discovered that a certain room on the first floor was violently knocked open, and when he looked carefully, he saw an old lady with bloody white hair lying in the room.

The body had been ripped apart, and it was obvious that he couldn’t die anymore.

Xie Lun squinted his eyes, and he could tell at a glance that the heart of the corpse had been dug out. With his finger on the trigger, he walked slowly inside, and saw Bart kneeling on the coffee table with his back to him in the small living room, kowtow and murmur nonstop.

On the glass tea table, there is a plate, and the heart of the one that has just been dug out is still beating.

“You beast, raise your hands!”

Xie Lun raised his gun and said coldly.

“Hehehe…”

Bart let out a horrible laugh. In the laughter, he slowly turned his head, revealing a pair of blood holes.

His eyes have disappeared.

Just like the victims before.

“Young man, your curiosity is too heavy. Don’t forget, curiosity…will kill the cat…”

Bart’s voice was strange, sharp and harsh, as if pinching his throat with his fingers.

“You’re not Bart,” Xie Lun raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted, “So… your name?”

“Hey…” Bart did not answer directly, still making that kind of piercing laughter, “Bring Downey, come to Gotham… I’ll be waiting for you here.”

Xie Lun sneered: “Gotham City is very big, where shall we meet?”

“When you get to Gotham, I will contact you.”

“Really? It sounds like an underground joint, but it’s a pity…”

Sharon squeezed the trigger abruptly and opened a third hole in Bart’s face.

“Why… why?”

Although there was a hole in his forehead, Bart was still a little surprised.

“Nothing, I just hate being coerced.”

Sharon shrugged and unceremoniously poured all the bullets on Bart. Pat’s fat body was like a plastic bag in the wind, convulsing crazily, twisting and shaking.

But as the blood and flesh danced, Bart still laughed sharply: “It’s useless, young man… come to Gotham, come to face your destiny… Remember, bring Downey, otherwise you will be at your own risk… …Hahaha……”

Amidst the crazy laughter, Bart’s body shattered, and Xie Lun couldn’t see it right, and he flew out of the living room for the first time.

Seeing that the living room was covered with flesh and blood, Xie Lun covered his nose and just wanted to turn around and leave. However, as soon as he turned around, a cloud of blood sprayed out from the mirror hanging on the wall beside him, blasting towards Xie Lun.

But when the blood mist touched Xie Lun’s body, a faint white glow emerged in front of Xie Lun. With a scream, the blood mist and the white glow melted at the same time.

Xie Lun turned his head to look in the mirror indifferently, only to see that he was not reflected in the mirror, but a black shadow completely condensed by black mist appeared.

“How can it be?”

The whispering voice echoed in the air.

Xie Lun grinned and laughed “Ha”, rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned the shirt, and unbuttoned his coat:

“I have God on the left, Buddha on the right, and the Sanqing Daozu in my heart, Harry Luya protects the whole body, there is it in the palm of Universe and Eight Diagrams!”

I saw a dozen or so strings of Buddha beads with different file sizes on Xie Lun’s wrist, and a string of crosses, statues of Mary, jade Buddha, unicorns, Guanyin statues hung around her neck…

These things add up to several tens of kilograms, just hanging on the neck, not afraid of the pressure of the cervical spine protrusion.

What’s more nonsense is that Xie Lun’s jacket is lined with a round of Tai Chi and gossip pictures, and an amulet is painted with cinnabar on his chest.

This is not over yet. In front of the shadow, Xie Lun took out a bottle of holy water, unscrewed the cork, and drank it from the sky.

After he wiped his mouth, Xie Lun hiccuped: “Grandson…or granddaughter, I protect the body of the gods and gather together, what else can you do with me?”

With a muffled sound of “bang”, the mirror turned directly into powder.