Chapter 145 Be sincere when treating children

The siren sounded throughout the campus. As a private aristocratic school, the police were dispatched very quickly.

Because of this, when Valco's father came to the school, two police cars were already parked at the entrance of the school.

Valco's father was slightly shorter, with a bald head and bluish skin, but he wore a straight suit, with the muscles on his body making the suit bulge high.

He came to the school lawn. The weeds under his leather shoes were crushed, and the blood was mixed with soil and glass residue, making it look like a murder scene.

However, there were no white lines drawn or warning banners raised, because Valco was not dead and had already been taken to Gotham Hospital by ambulance.

At this time, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and one of his subordinates who was following him held up a black umbrella at the right time to shield his boss from Gotham's humid and foggy raindrops.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Valko's father suddenly spoke and said to the men behind him.

He murmured softly to himself: "I just bought a batch of goods at the port early this morning. I killed two blind people and lost two of my men. The gunshots of the exchange of fire could be heard across two streets, but five

Hours passed and not a single police car approached."

As he said that, he turned around and left the lawn and walked towards the outside of the school: "Now, in this school, there was just a fight between children. In less than 20 minutes, 4 police officers arrived.

...They are really efficient."

The subordinate in black suit following the boss didn't say a word, obviously knowing that his boss did not expect to communicate with him.

Valko's father walked to the school gate and looked at a police car with the back seat open in the rain, and a confused-looking teenager sitting there.

Other police officers were maintaining order at the scene, such as stopping students who wanted to watch the excitement. Finally, after being greeted by teachers in the crowd, the students reluctantly returned to their classrooms.

Only Bruce still wanted to go to Karl, but was grabbed by the sharp-eyed teacher.

He had long discovered that Valco's father had arrived at the scene. He was afraid that the young master of the Wayne Group would be tainted, otherwise he would lose even if he had a hundred jobs, but he did not dare to let Bruce join in the fun. So he ignored the young master's resistance and forcibly removed him.

Drag it into the classroom.

And all of this happened next to Valco's father, but he just stared at the child in the police car without saying a word.

At this time, a young police officer approached, took off his coat and put it on the child.

The young police officer with brown hair comforted him softly with a complicated expression: "Kid, don't worry, there is news from the hospital that your classmate's life is not in danger."

When Karl heard this, his face relaxed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body was no longer stiff.

Valco's father watched this scene quietly, when the phone of his subordinate behind him rang.

The Asian subordinate had a stern face, holding an umbrella for his boss with one hand, and took out an old-fashioned flip phone from his arms with the other hand, and answered the call: "Hello?"

There was a slight sound on the phone. The Asian bodyguard who answered the phone nodded and said, "Yeah, yeah, I understand."

He closed the flip phone and reported to Valko's father: "Boss, the hospital's test results have come out. The young master is indeed your son."

Valko's father frowned slightly, his muscles pressed the skin into folds, and sighed: "Damn, he is really my seed."

But he still had some illusions and gave another instruction: "Just in time, Valko is in the hospital again. Wait for me to go over and do another test."

When his subordinates took orders and sent messages to the other end of the phone, he raised his head, looked at the young man not far away who was relaxed, and whispered: "However, since he is really my son, then this doesn't count for me.

It’s a waste of time.”

Then he took a step forward and walked to the police car.

And the young police officer who put a coat on Karl to prevent the whole child from catching a cold immediately stopped him vigilantly, trying to comfort him and said: "You are the father of the victim, right? I can understand your anger, but you

The child is fine now, please don’t be impulsive."

But the other party ignored the entire young police officer, and just looked down at the seven-year-old child who was a little panicked under the dark umbrella.

Karl looked at the other party nervously. He also heard from Valko's words that his father seemed to be some kind of ruthless villain. Karl, who encountered this kind of thing for the first time, was no different from ordinary children.

Extremely nervous.

The dark umbrella above this man's head seemed to cover the entire sky as a background, which made his stocky figure look like a majestic black iron tower.

"Introduce yourself, kid. My name is Wes Patch, the father of Valco Patch."

Upon hearing the self-introduction of the visitor, the young rookie police officer immediately changed his expression, nervously inserted himself between Carl and Wes, and faintly put his hand on the holster of his gun.

His expression intrigued Wes, and he turned his attention to the police officer, smiling like a wolverine: "Do you know my name? You dare to hold your hand on the gun even if you know my name?"

?You are very brave."

With that said, he turned back and asked his men: "How much did this boy spend?"

His subordinate also touched the gun in his arms with the hand without the umbrella, looked at the young police officer's face, thought for a moment, and said softly: "I didn't spend any money... He is a new guy, his name is Gordon.

It’s not yet time to spend money.”

The two of them discussed corruption matters openly and openly, but the policemen around them showed no expressions on their faces, as if this was an everyday conversation.

Only young Gordon, with a stern face, suppressed his anger, and warned again: "I understand your anger, please don't be impulsive..."

"Haha, it looks like she's still a baby."

As he spoke, Wes bent down and came close to Karl. His rough face, covered with stubble, looked damp and rough in the shadow of the umbrella.

Karl couldn't help but lean backward slightly. He didn't know whether he was taken away by the opponent's aura or frightened by the green-skinned face that suddenly came closer.

Wes grinned, showing his neat teeth, stretched out his broad palm, touched Karl's black hair, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, little guy, you just punched my stupid son. It's a child's fault."

It's just a joke, adults won't do anything to you."

He lowered his head slightly, and his whole face was covered by shadow: "However, your parents obviously did not teach you the principles of life... It doesn't matter, I will help them correct their way of life."

Then he let go of his hand on Karl's head, stood up and left.

He took two steps and calmly ordered the men behind him: "Wait for his parents to come over and tell him that my son was seriously injured and needs 10 million yuan in compensation. Let him earn it slowly. If he

If a person has a house, burn it down and don’t let him sell it. At the same time, break his hands so that he can’t work, and use his monthly relief money to pay back the money.”

Wes took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and the men behind him immediately helped him light it. After puffing for a while, he walked further and further away, and his voice was faint, but Karl could still hear it clearly.

In the ear: "By the way, let's bring his mother to the club. Didn't we just have a nightingale who overdosed and died last month? Make up for this hole."

The words were spoken so calmly that Gordon couldn't help but clench his fists, wishing he could just pull out a gun and point it at the visitor's back to reveal a magazine.

But he knew that this would not help the entire city. Gotham was full of assholes like this. The only result of killing the other party was to be imprisoned and sentenced to life in prison.

Once this happens, not only his family, but also his dream of changing Gotham will be shattered in an instant.

And I can't even use the other party's words as evidence, because the other party can claim that he is deliberately scaring people and making a bad joke in order to retaliate against the child who hurt his son.

Such a confession cannot be used as evidence of conviction. It can only be used as a supplement to the ironclad evidence. It is of no use when taken alone.

At this moment, Gordon's heart was at war with nature. He already knew the process from the teacher's mouth, and also understood that the father of this child named Carl was a diligent firefighter.

As for what happened with a punch that sent him flying more than ten meters... Police officers with some experience in this kind of thing would just turn a deaf ear. It was obvious that they just moved to the grass during the fight between the two. Those seven or eight-year-old children were too exaggerated.

Can't tell the difference between a statement and a metaphor.

The same was true for the firefighter's deeds. Although many people who were rescued claimed that he had extraordinary abilities, Gordon knew very well that the other person was just more professional.

But no matter how professional a firefighter is, he is just an ordinary man of flesh and blood, a common man with no power. Because of this, Carl was bullied and bullied in this aristocratic school, and finally rebelled in anger.

, causing this kind of unbearable result for the family.

Gordon clenched his fists tightly and swore in his heart that he would never allow the other party to destroy a good man's family in front of his eyes.

But what is he going to do?

Gordon's brain thought quickly. He had just joined the job and had little experience. In the current situation, the only thing he could think of was to warn Carl's father not to leave him alone. It would be best to stay near the police station every day.

Let him protect...

Can you even invite the other person to live temporarily in your home? If you and your wife live in the master bedroom, the second bedroom reserved for your future children can be temporarily occupied by the other party's father and son.

Although the wife may be dissatisfied, it won't last long. As long as she can grasp the evidence of the other party's crime and put him in jail, this good family will be safe...

Just as Gordon was thinking of a way, Wes heard the whispers of his men and said in surprise: "What? He doesn't have a mother? Ha, then his father is really a poor guy."

The words were spoken in a slightly higher pitch, so everyone around could hear them clearly.

But Karl only felt a rage burning in his chest.

With a loud noise, he stood up from the back seat of the police car so fast that Gordon had no time to stop him.

Little Karl didn't know how to refute the other party, but he still said harshly: "Shut up! My father is ten thousand times greater than all of you!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards Wes's back like a small cannonball.

Gordon only had time to stretch out his hand and yell: "No!"

Karl has already arrived behind Wes.

Wes remained unmoved, while his men were equally expressionless, kicking cleanly towards Karl with just a whip kick!

Weiss took a deep breath of cigarette, his strong chest swelled slightly, his eyes were indifferent and he said: "What a stupid boy..."

Being able to serve as his bodyguard requires extraordinary skills. As his personal bodyguard, he was hired from the Royal Guards of Thailand at a high price. The other party had experience in fighting in the Golden Triangle. Even if he went to the battlefield and faced a cold gun from behind, he would not be able to do it.

Be able to respond quickly without changing a face and become the final winner.

Although I have agreed that as an adult, I cannot take action against children...

But the majesty of adults is not something that children can provoke at will.
To be continued...