Peter Pan looked at the villa with gunfire constantly lighting up the roof.

"I don't know how Julia is doing now.

If her husband hadn't been at home, he would have brought her and her children here."

But if his police detective husband arrived at the villa, he would only see the appearance of these sailors.

You will immediately guess that they are not ordinary sailors."

Out of concern for Julia's safety.

Peter Pan made a decisive decision.

He wanted to check out the situation of the villa behind.

"You guys keep a close eye on me, and if anything happens, let me know quickly using the language of lights.

I'm going to the back to see if our neighbors need help."

"I wonder which neighbor the captain should ask?"

A sailor said sourly.

This was the first sailor to pester Julia.

Peter Pan raised his foot and kicked the guy in the butt.

"Hurry up and put away those dirty thoughts in your mind."

Peter Pan put down his rifle.

He took out the pistol in his arms and inspected it carefully.

Make sure the pistol is in very good condition.

Then he pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist.

After checking it carefully, he took it in his hand and walked downstairs.

Lolita, the cook, walked out into the yard with a big beer glass in her hand.

There were corpses lying on the ground in the yard.

There were no less than ten thugs and twenty or thirty little green men.

Obviously, there have been many fierce battles here.

Some guys look a little bit mutilated.

"Child, you have worked so hard. You must be very thirsty. Drink these drinks."

She handed the beer glass in her hand to her son.

Jack threw away the knife in his hand.

"Pfft", this knife is very heavy.

And the center of gravity is obviously on the front half of the knife.

The head of the knife sank downwards, and the sword stabbed hard into the red lawn.

The size of this knife is amazing.

The blade is as long as an arm and as wide as a thigh.

This knife originally belonged to Lolita when she worked in a restaurant.

The part of the knife that was placed in the backyard stable to cut fodder for the horses pulling the cart.

Because there are more and more cars, guillotines are rarely used.

It has been thrown in an inconspicuous corner of the backyard.

Jack saw the guillotine by chance.

He told his mother that he wanted to use the guillotine to exercise.

The mother and son secretly used a carriage to bring the guillotine back.

It's something that's useless anyway.

The restaurant owner cursed a few times but didn't bother to look for it.

This guillotine became their family's treasure.

Tonight, this guillotine made a great contribution to their family.

Jack drank a whole glass of beer in one go.

"Mom, you'd better go back to the room.

If there's a guy with a gun, shoot them.

Anyone who is willing to fight me with bare hands will leave them to me."

"My lovely child, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired, but I want to eat something"

"Okay, I'll go back and see what else is in the kitchen.

You also know that during lunch, you ate everything at home."

"Mom, can't you bake these greens?"

"Oh my God, are you insulting me? How can you eat such stinky food?

If anyone knew I grilled these things, no restaurant would ever hire me again.”

"But wouldn't you wash them first before putting them on the fire?

Besides, why do we have to let people know these things?"

Jack opened his mouth and smiled, revealing two rows of teeth like hacksaws.

If my mother knew what she had secretly eaten.

She wouldn't think it was a problem to roast these little green guys.

Chandler stood on the rooftop of the building, looking down from a high position, patrolling everywhere.

There were seven or eight corpses of little green men lying in the yard.

He always felt that there were more than just little green men rushing into the yard.

It is even suspected that some of them have sneaked into their rooms.

But I can't leave the roof without worry.

At this time, a new situation emerged.

A man appears on the street.

Probably because he is afraid that he is not conspicuous enough.

He held a lighted candle in his hand.

Chandler raised his rifle.

Until he recognized that the other party was his neighbor, the captain.

He just put down the rifle in his hand.

At the same time, on the rooftop opposite, a sailor also put down his rifle.

If a sailor finds his captain in danger.

Will definitely launch a counterattack against Chandler.

"Mr. Captain, with the situation that happened today, I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to accept your visit."

"Mr. Detective, I have an idea. Can I get closer to you and talk?"

"Okay, of course, but for our safety.

You'd better move slower, my fingers are a little stiff."

"Well, I don't mean any harm to you or your family"

Peter Pan slowly walked towards Chandler's villa.

Chandler was even more nervous inside than he looked.

He knows too many people related to sailing.

Whether it's a slave-catching team or a sailor.

In fact, they are all those who cannot make it in their hometown.

Only a desperate desperado can take risks.

Compared with these sailors who dare to give their lives to some wooden boards.

Those guys who only dare to run around with sticks in the streets at night.
To be continued...