I Summon the Shadow Corps in the American Manga

Fox town.

Bate Department Store.

After the last turmoil, Better Department Store has added countless emergency exits and security guards who look pretty capable.

Of course, this guy is also one of the owners of Bate Department Store. Although they earn a lot of money every day as dealers, they are committing crimes in a group. After all, the advantage of committing crimes in a group is that the law will not punish everyone, or everyone can pay less bail. Some.

Because there won’t be much money left in everyone’s hands.

After the last zombie incident, the police station and the town government asked Beit Department Store to increase security personnel.

So a group of small bosses thought about it and finally decided to let their own people do it.

After all, it is more uncomfortable for outsiders to take your own money than to lose it yourself.

Frank is the security guard of this supermarket. Of course, everyone commits the crime equally. Now you have become a security guard, so you have to work overtime.

That is to say, Frank can't rest until [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, and he won't wake up until noon the next day to hand over the shift to another boss.

Frank yawned and looked at the dancing orange icons on his phone. This was one of the only distractions he could find at night.

Sometimes when the mood strikes, I will call a few girls to have fun together, such as matching black and white.

Frank smacked his lips. He felt that compared to himself, his companions were all discriminators. White people never looked for black people, but black people also liked to look for white people.

And he is an upright person who never judges a book by its appearance. Whether it is black or white, he has tried it all and feels that each has its own merits. Sometimes when lying in bed, he even wants to imitate the police detective named Kerry and write a book about it. A popular science book that explores the differences between different types.

In the beginning, Kerry's novels were actually not that popular. It was not until the New York Police Department included "Sherlock Holmes" in the category of must-read novels for police officers.

The chief of the New York Police Department who was interviewed said that many criminals commit crimes by learning the modus operandi from Sherlock Holmes, and there are also many lunatics who try to complete the perfect crime by reading "Sherlock Holmes".

These novel methods of committing crimes make the veterans and rookies of the police station miserable, so the police department unanimously believes that it is very necessary to learn what criminals learn to better understand them.

They won't admit that most of the NYPD officers who have become fat are too lazy to think.

After all, the New York police are used to shooting to solve problems, and solving crimes is enough to drive them crazy.

Frank was thinking while carefully watching Ms. Eva Alfie's performance.

"Da da da." The sudden knock on the door frightened Frank to the point of almost throwing the phone away.

After hurriedly closing the web page, Frank put on his clothes and picked up an SR-2M microflush from the bedside, cursing and shouting: "Who is it?"

A voice came from outside the door: "Hello, I am Detective Kerry. I have something to discuss with you."

Detective Kerry?Why did he come to find me?

For a time, Frank thought of a lot.

Especially the immoral things I have done recently.

The first thing that came to mind was the matter of opening the blind box of the deceased, but he was not too worried. After all, it had been more than a month since the last crime was committed. If Kerry asked, he could just pretend that he didn't know.

So Frank then thought: Could it be that the Internet police discovered that he was browsing the website?

But Frank then thought about it, looking at this thing is his own freedom, and freedom is guiltless.

So he felt that there was nothing wrong with him. He, Frank, was innocent and aboveboard!

"Uh, Detective Kerry, it's so late, what can I do for you?" Frank thought in his heart that he was not afraid, and turned on the guard room lamp. Under the light, he leaned one eye against the cat's eye and looked out.

There was a boy standing in the duty room outside.

Yes, Frank knows that Kerry is only a sophomore in high school this year, and technically he is not good enough.

However, the police detective uniform and the appearance of Leonard when he was young proved that the boy was Kerry.

After all, Kerry is the only one in this small town who is so handsome, and he is so handsome that even men find him handsome.

"Oh, dear Frank, don't be so nervous." Kerry turned off his phone and looked at the green iron door with a smile. Through the eyes of darkness, he could see the 500 points floating above Frank's head.

Although it is not clear how many points are counted for robbing a tomb, Mr. Frank only robbed the tomb a lot more times.

"The main reason is that there is a fugitive in the mall, and I need you to take me to find him." Kerry clasped his right wrist.

"Uh, fugitive? What kind of fugitive? The doors here are locked and no one can get in." Frank was a little confused. As thieves, the doors and windows of the shopping malls they decorated would automatically lower themselves when they get off work to prevent theft. The hardness of the window requires a cutting machine for cutting.

So Frank's first reaction was that Kerry's purpose was impure. Is this little kid not playing tricks on him, but actually he had some evil idea brewing in his heart?

With one hand clenching slightly and the other hand reaching for his pocket, Frank was about to call his brother to inquire about the situation. If Kerry was here to collect protection money, then at worst, he would be fed a wave of blood.

After all, in the Yingjiang system, this kind of situation is very common. Some police detectives have no money to spend, so they usually go to those guys who have evidence to ask for some filial piety fees.

For example, Frank knows the policemen responsible for preventing smuggling at the border of Burrito Country. Newcomers may be able to maintain professional ethics, but generally they will not last more than three months.

From the example of the seniors and the filial piety fees that are many times more than the salary, when ideals and reality collide, the worst death will not be the reality.

Either join them, or die for no apparent reason one day at gunpoint on the roadside, in a bar, or in a supermarket.

Frank thought this, and just as he was about to take out his mobile phone, he lowered his head and saw a black figure hit by the light from the corner of his eye.

"What?" Frank turned around in confusion, and was met by a white light, followed by severe pain.

"Hoho!" He felt himself being pressed against the wall by a huge force, and there was a strange pain in his throat.

He wanted to scream for help, but a cold hand covered his mouth from behind, and the slight rush on his hand was also taken away.

Blood surged from his throat, soaking the floor and the small table. Frank was thrown to the ground. His vision was blurred due to excessive blood loss, and he struggled to keep his eyes open.

In front of them were two strange men with red eyes and black night clothes.

"Ho ho."

Is it a vampire?what on earth is it?

With these two questions, Frank, who lost too much blood, his eyes widened and died of shock.

He somewhat regretted his job as a security guard. If he had not become a mall security guard, maybe he would be happily driving a blind box in a cemetery now, right?

"Click." The two ghost ninjas pulled off the door bolt and bowed their heads respectfully.

"Grudge." Kerry raised his hand to the corpse's neck and pulled the trigger.

Until the throat was broken into a ball, it was impossible to tell whether it was a stab wound or a gunshot wound.