In the early morning, Tang Dao was awakened by a burst of gunfire!

That's right, it's gunshots!

Tang Dao slept very lightly when he heard the gunshots and rolled under the bed, huddled in the corner, and covered himself up with the greatest possibility. The door was kicked open outside. The little angel wearing a short-sleeved shirt bent over and rushed in. After seeing Tang Dao safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pistol from behind with his back hand and handed it to Tang Dao.

"Go and see what's going on first." Tang Dao took the gun and opened the insurance, stared at him, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his elbow. The spit stains that night had been sleeping, the confusion in the eyes instantly disappeared.

When did Poland become so dangerous?

There were screams and running footsteps below.

The little angel bent over and walked to the window, carefully squatted, pushed open the window, and poked his head out, and saw two corpses lying on the street below, one head up, and lying on his back, and blood stains under his body also oozed out. In the distance, you could see several figures running away.

"Boss, the person is running away." The little angel turned his head, grabbed the window edge with both hands, preventing himself from falling, and said to Tang Dao.

Tang Dao then stood up, his legs were a little numb. He glanced out the window and frowned, "Warsha's public security..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rapid alarm ring and walked in. A police car slowly "walked" over, and then got out of the car. Two policemen were stunned when Tang Dao saw one of them, and a complicated expression flashed across his face, "Help me invite that police officer up."

The little angel looked along Tang Dao's finger and was a strong body, but with white temples... a middle-aged man? He mainly had a not too old face. He responded and ran downstairs.

Officer Smith inserted his waist, with a communicator hanging on the left, and he held it down, "Control Center, we have arrived at Conway Street, and the shooting occurred, two people died at the scene, and the murderer fled the scene."

"Received, please bring the body back, gentlemen." The opposite side said lazily.

"Will the forensic doctor come?" Smith asked with a frown.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, the last doctor at the Forensic Center resigned yesterday. Now I can only rely on you. God is with you, Amen." The people in the command center still had a sense of humor, and just finished speaking, they hung up the phone.

The daily consumption in Warsaw is too high, the coins are depreciating and the wages are not rising, which is why everyone resigns.

Just as he was calling his companions to restrain the body, he heard the chaotic footsteps. Smith turned his head in confusion and saw a white man running down from the next door. He was stunned and looked at the door sign behind him. Could it be that the owner has changed here?

"Mr. Smith? Hello, our boss wants to see you." The little angel said to the police in a sovereign state like this.

Perhaps, in his heart, he didn't take the country of Poland at all. He was a fence-bearer. He would go to the other side. After the bear fell down, Poland also became an important verbal quarrel in the West!

Smith looked at the little angel in surprise, "Who is your boss?"

"You will know when you see it yourself." The little angel said with a smile, but the smile still looked very stiff.

Smith hesitated for a moment. He wanted to refuse, but the house was the home of his former best friend and partner. After hesitating for a while, he nodded, and said to his companion, and followed the little angel upstairs.

Looking at the familiar stairs, Smith sighed helplessly.

Since Tang Dao left, he has never come here again. Of course, he doesn't know where that little guy went. Perhaps, he has long become a dead bone in this damn society.

"Sir, here." The little angel's voice interrupted Smith's thoughts. He raised his head and happened to see a man smiling at him. His face would never be forgotten.

"Tang!!"

Smith exclaimed and rushed up. The little angel was about to reach out, but paused and shrank back. He saw the white-haired policeman hugging the boss and constantly patting his back, his eyes flushed, and he asked, "Where have you gone? Damn it."

Tang Dao could feel the feeling of being cared for, and his heart was still very warm. After staying outside for a long time, he thought that society was bad, but in fact, there were always people waiting for you and giving you a hug.

At that time, when his parents died, Smith helped him a lot and even secretly helped him. At that time, he had a daughter in college.

The feeling of being cared for is like giving people a beam of light in the darkness. Maybe it won’t make people full of sunshine, but it can also have hope.

"Uncle Smith, I just went out." Tang Dao opened his mouth and said. He didn't dare to tell the other party what he did, because the identities of the two had already created a natural gap. He was just a criminal! No, he should be said to be a speculator.

Smith could also feel Tang Dao's tone. He grabbed the latter's shoulder with both hands and glanced at the little angel and others. Smith had served in the army and felt that the people in front of him had a strong sense of rank, or that the spirit was very different from that of ordinary people.

It seems that he is not an ordinary person. Smith looks at Tang Dao, "What are these?"

"They are my bodyguards." Tang Dao said, the other party must believe it when lying.

"Yeah, it looks like you've been a great person outside."

Tang Dao didn't want to talk about this issue, and said with a smile, "I just made some money, sit down and chat. Uncle Smith, you can't let others see you. I'll keep you outside the door, otherwise I'll be scolded by my neighbors."

Smith nodded, walked in, glanced at the familiar room, caring about every bit of it, but he hadn't been here for a long time.

"How about Aunt Georgia and Sister Yunis?"

"I've divorced Georgia, and I've... studied in France for a Ph.D.," said Smith.

"divorce?"

Tang Dao was stunned. He remembered that the relationship between the two was very good and loving. How could they get divorced suddenly? And seeing Smith like that, it was obvious that there was something unspeakable. He didn't want to ask more, for fear of irritating the middle-aged man, but just said, "I'm very sorry, Uncle Smith."

"This is all arranged by God, isn't it?" Smith was open-minded.

Looking at him with a much haggard face, Tang Dao pondered for a moment and whispered to the little angel. The latter nodded, walked into the house, took out his wallet, and handed it to him. Tang Dao took out a bank card from it, put it on the table, and handed it to the other party, "Uncle Smith, Sister Yunis must have a lot of money to study abroad, and your expenses are also very large. You can take this little money."

"Well? Tang, I'm not old enough to need you, a little guy, to support me." Smith's face darkened slightly. He was also a person who wanted to save face.

"My father's medal is still there, you must have a chance to redeem him. I gave him to you at that time. Now I have to pay a price to collect it."

At that time, Tang Dao used the valuable copper and iron as garbage in the cemetery!

Although he also thinks it is also garbage now, now he is rich and doesn’t have to worry about life. He thinks more, such as the honor of his parents and elders, grandpa’s homesickness, etc. Only when you live better can you pay attention to those spiritual things.

Smith opened his mouth.

"Don't refuse me, okay?"

...

ps: Restore update tomorrow
Chapter completed!