the end of the heavens

"That's right, there must be something wrong with this group of people, as well as the recent New York City. Gangs are fighting openly and secretly. I don't know which of their tendons are wrong."

"Who knows..."

Russell pouted slightly. He really knew about this. Some time ago, he killed half of the high-level members of the leg raising organization. The underground world was fighting for power and profit, and fell into a new round of reshuffle.

In New York, because of himself, he is relatively restrained. In other American cities, it is not uncommon for gangs to fight with guns every night.

Speaking of it, the professional capabilities of the Leg Raising Organization are really not bragging, and there are inexplicable relationships with the governments of various countries. The underground world is like the rivers and lakes in martial arts novels, and the government hardly cares about the grievances and grievances.

The report was completed by Pierre, and Russell turned on the computer on the desk next to him, ignoring the reports about aliens and devils, looking for news about mutant orangutans.

In the next few days, if New York is a little quieter, he will go to California to see orangutans.

There is also Pluto, the opportunity is right to meet Miss Satan, God sold her openly, this is very dishonest, Russell can't stand it, and decides to tell the truth.

If Satan revolts and wants to go to heaven, he will definitely support him spiritually.

"Oops, I suddenly remembered something."

Pierre, who was writing the report, was taken aback, and turned to look at Russell. "Last night, someone called the police in Chinatown. The night shift colleague rushed to the scene, but found nothing. The director asked me to go again."

"How big is it, can it be more important than my report?"

"That's not true. It is said that the dragon dance during the festival celebration, and then the fake dragon turned into a real dragon. Many witnesses saw it."

Speaking of this, Pierre sighed again, "That's why I feel sorry for you. Recently, there have been weird reports."

"The fake dragon has turned into a real dragon... What does the colleague on the night shift say?" Russell's eyelids twitched, feeling that things were not that simple.

"The result of the investigation is that firecrackers were set off during festivals to light up the dragon dance, and then the reporter drank too much and regarded the fire dragon as a real dragon."

"What kind of crappy investigation result is this? A group of witnesses all drank too much?"

"So the director asked me to verify..."

"I go!"

Russell picked up the coat on the chair and patted Pierre on the shoulder, "You help me write the report, and I help you verify the case. It's such a happy decision."

"It's so kind of you."

"No appointment!"

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The first thousand and thirty-six chapters of the young man, the body is very weak

In Brooklyn's Chinatown, Russell drove a police car through the messy streets, feeling that he had come to a small county town, both in terms of architecture and people, which were far worse than those in China.

Looking at the advertisement of an old Chinese medicine professional specializing in infertility on the telephone pole, he was silent for a moment, pretending that he was in New York.

The riot last night was over, a farce with no casualties, but ribbons and paper flowers can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and passers-by who have played are also arguing about whether it was a real dragon or a fake dragon last night.

According to the reliable news from the seven aunts and the eight aunts, the dragon dance turned into a real dragon last night not because the gods appeared, but because the evil aliens used lasers to bring the dragon dance back to life.

Russell was looking for the reporter on the street. No wonder the police officers who were on duty last night judged that all the witnesses were hallucinating due to excessive drinking.

Chatting with several informants one by one, Russell saw a fragment of memory about the dragon.

A nondescript dragon, the product of the combination of east and west, with six thick thighs, two wings and fleshy wings on its back, a hideous face and horns all over its head, very fierce.

It will also breathe fire!

Because of its body size, it is a heavyweight player in the fat dragon world, so the wings of this fat dragon are purely for decoration, and it can't scream like a pig in mid-air.

Confirming that there was indeed a mysterious incident last night, Russell continued to investigate, and came to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic on the telegraph pole with his face full of black lines.

The wood-decorated floor and walls are covered with Zen incense, which is antique. The room is full of Chinese medicine props, and the medicine cabinet is written with the names of medicines in traditional Chinese characters.

Strangely, when Russell walked into it, he always felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he found that the furnishings in the room were too deliberate.

It seems that the owner of the shop is afraid that others will understand, so he placed all kinds of complicated objects related to Chinese medicine, which makes people unclear and highlights that he is very professional.

"Young man, can you speak well?"

An old doctor with a goatee came out of the door curtain, shaking the quill fan in his hand.

"Ancestral skills will last for many years." Feeling weird, Russell couldn't help complaining.

"That's good, because the old man's English level is average."

Your intermediate level is also very average!

Listening to the old doctor's crappy Mandarin in many dialects, Russell felt like he had encountered a liar.

"Please sit down."

The old doctor asked Russell to sit down, and said straight to the point: "The tea will not be served, tell me, are you here to treat infertility, or other intractable diseases?"

Russell shook his head: "Neither, I am in good health, I am looking for you for"

"Young man, don't be embarrassed. This old man has practiced medicine for many years, and this pair of recruits has never misjudged anyone."

The old doctor pushed the brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a low voice: "If the old man is not mistaken, your bones are very weak!"

Russell:

Give you a chance to reorganize the language!

"Don't be shy, we practice martial arts, we Chinese medicine practitioners pay attention to observation, hearing and questioning. Just like you, the old man can see through it at a glance. The intercourse is not going well, right?"

Russell:

Why are you spouting blood for no reason?

"Don't worry, if the law is not passed on, it is not human, and if the way is not passed on to the six ears, there are only two of us here. This disease is known to everyone, and we will never spread it."

The old doctor stroked his beard with a well-informed look: "You are a young old man who has seen a lot. It is understandable that you are thin-skinned and shy to speak, but some diseases are better treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late to regret."

Russell: benefit

A man with a handsome head, an old thief with a gray beard, how dare he bark here?

"Young man, have you heard of the dragon and tiger coughing loudly, have you heard the story of Bian Que and Cai Huangong, you must not follow Cai Huangong's taboo of illness and avoiding medical treatment!"

The old doctor spoke earnestly, but suddenly changed the topic: "By the way, what is your income, cash or credit card?"

"First, I am in good health, and second, I am not here to see a doctor"