Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 184 The Little Crocodile Who Loves to Cut His Fingers
"Is the castor bean lady he mentioned the head of the Sherman family?"

Yan confirmed again.

"Oh, you've reminded me."

Milo suddenly realized that he had never mentioned the Sherman family to Yan.

He had something he originally intended to give to Yan, but a series of strange things had happened recently, causing the delay.

Milo pulled out the gold-rimmed VIP card for the pleasure house that Grace had given him from his pocket.

He had promised Yan that once the situation stabilized, he would take him to a pleasure house for a good time.

After all, Yan had been a great help in dealing with the Sherman family's affairs.

The half of the marriage certificate that Milo is holding now, which proves that he is Grace's legitimate heir, was dug up by Yan, who went all the way to the remote town of Merlin. Without this thing, Milo and Emma would probably be knee-high on their graves by now.

"Here's a gift for you." Milo tossed the card to Yan: "Be more restrained, you'll have plenty of wealth and luxury to enjoy in the future, so don't lose your life."

Yan took the card and examined it for a long time.

After reading the words on the card, his eyes widened in surprise:

"Holy crap! You actually sold your body to that castor bean lady?! How could you even get your hands on something like that?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Milo was too lazy to explain.

Yan put his hand on Milo's shoulder: "Good brother, don't be discouraged. Your efforts have been worthwhile. From now on, I'll take over your tasks. Your wife is my wife, it's my duty, I can't shirk it."

"Fuck you."

...

……

Crocodile was quite efficient; in less than ten minutes, he brought someone in.

Yes, they were carried in.

Normally, given that crocodiles are less than 1.6 meters tall, very few adult men can lift them, unless the other party has already been beaten up beforehand.

Take this unlucky guy in front of me, for example, covered in bumps all over his head.

The man dragged in by the crocodile was bald, his collar was covered in blood, and his body was covered in bruises. He could barely stand. As soon as the crocodile let go, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

“Bald Bell, his business is to help the lamplighters dispose of stolen goods, which is what you call Aya Ferguson’s former boss.”

The crocodile pulled up the white tablecloth and elegantly wiped the bloodstains from his hands and ring, while pointing out the puddle of mud lying on the ground to Milo.

"How can I question you when you're beaten like this?"

Milo rubbed his brow with his fingers.

“Believe me, it’s easier to question him now that he’s beaten like this, otherwise he won’t tell the truth.” Crocodile chuckled as he rummaged through the table, finally pulling out a cigar tongs and saying to Milo, “Watch this.”

He grabbed one of Bald Bell's index fingers, put it in a cigar tong, and then snarled:
“Next, this law enforcement officer friend of mine behind me is going to ask you a few questions. I need you to answer all his questions fluently. If I see you hesitate even once, I’ll cut off one of your fingers. Understand, old Bell?”

Seeing this scene, Milo almost burst out laughing: "You're stealing my skills, huh?"

"You're never too old to learn," the crocodile said, turning around and forcing an ugly, fawning smile at Milo.

……

"Aiya Ferguson, you saw her yesterday?"

"I've seen her, I've seen her, I've seen her." Bell, whose head was swollen like a pig's head, frantically pointed to his bald head, his eyes darting back and forth between his fingers and Milo's face, not daring to hesitate for a moment: "She came to our door around 8 o'clock last night!"

"And then?" Milo asked, squinting as he ate fruit from the fruit platter.

“That bitch… she told me she had a way to get the goods to the city center for better sales, and asked if I was interested in cooperating, saying… saying she’d gotten in touch with the city guards.” Bell spoke, spitting out a bloody tooth, but even so he dared not stop:
“I refused. I refused outright and firmly, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer. I will never touch anything that poisons the minds and bodies of citizens, and I will never touch it again. Please believe me! I… I can tell you who the real seller is. It’s those old lunatics from the new Tata gang. They just recently brought back a shipment from the colony by smuggling boat.”

“Stop, stop, I’m not here to check the source of the goods.” Milo frowned. “Tell me where Aya is.”

“I can’t reach it.” Bell paused for a moment.

Click!

"what--!!!"

With a crisp click as the cigar tong blade snapped shut, the room was instantly filled with Bell's screams.

"Gift crab!"

Yan, who was standing to the side, did not expect that the crocodile would actually do it for real.

He actually used a cigar tongs to bite off half of Bell's finger.

The crocodile shook the cigar tongs in its hand, pressed its heel against Bell's palm, and slipped the cigar tongs back onto its other intact finger, muttering irritably:
"I told you not to lie, not to lie, why won't you listen to advice? Honestly."

"I didn't! Really!! I really didn't lie!" Bell was almost crying, his face a mixture of snot, tears, and blood, as he trembled as he spoke:

“She left around 10 p.m. last night. I didn’t stop her. The receivers of stolen goods and the lamplighters have a cooperative relationship. If I go after the lamplighters, they won’t come to me to sell stolen goods anymore. That’s the rule… I’m telling the truth, Boss Crocodile. I beg you to let me go. I really didn’t lie.”

“Leave after 10 o’clock…” Milo muttered, glancing back at Yan before continuing to ask Bell, “Do you know where she went?”

"I really don't know. She must have gone back to the city. I really don't know. She... she told me to think it over carefully, saying it was a good opportunity to make money. I was drinking at Gain's place all night. It's true! You can check if you don't believe me. Go confront Gain!" Bell was really at his wit's end. His voice trembled uncontrollably, afraid that Crocodile might cut off another finger of his if they disagreed.

Crocodile looked at Milo: "I can go and get Gain, but we might need to find another cigar clamp."

"never mind."

Milo waved his hand.

He popped the last piece of apple into his mouth, tossed the clean plate onto the table, stretched, and scratched his head with a troubled expression.
"Let's think of other ways."

It is now almost certain that Aya was not controlled by Bell.

He shouldn't risk his life for a woman.

But the journey from Yaden Village to Nanwei City is not too far. Aya left around 10 o'clock yesterday and has not appeared since. Where could she have gone?
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(End of this chapter)