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0885 Shooting Club
Baroque¡¯s eyes were like an eagle staring at its prey, staring at Xia Qingcheng, as if he wanted to dig out the secrets of Xia Qingcheng.
"I'm working."
Although Xia Qingcheng was a little disgusted with this uninvited Baroque, she still cooperated with his investigation and "drove away a few gangsters who wanted to steal things."
"But it's a bit too harsh, isn't it?"
Baroque asked.
¡°As God is my witness, I just kicked him.¡±
Xia Qingcheng shrugged, "It seems he should take a calcium supplement."
"Oh, your kick is a bit beyond my understanding."
Barlock felt that Xia Qingcheng was talking nonsense, "But that's not important, Gerald deserves it. But if someone dies, this matter will be different. In my county, there must be no human life, you know?"
"Then you should do your job!"
The maid Mary was also very dissatisfied. She put a cup of hot tea in front of Baroque and said loudly, "Dear Xia, she just did what she had to do! But you let those damn little gangsters go! In my opinion Come on, if we pay taxes to support you policemen, we might as well raise a few Scottish hounds!!¡±
"Calm down, Ms. Mary, calm down."
Baroque was a little embarrassed, but Mary ignored him, turned around, and went to mop the floor with a mop.
At this moment, Xia Qingcheng felt that the maid Mary was a little cute. It would be better if she could wash her hands before cooking.
¡°Now that the report has been received, we must take it seriously.¡±
Several county police officers have returned to him, and it seems that they found nothing. But Baroque had no intention of leaving just like that. He stood up and said to Xia Qingcheng, "This bodyguard lady is our suspect and she wants to go back with us to investigate."
Xia Qingcheng was shocked and felt like she understood something.
"You can't take away my bodyguard like this."
Unexpectedly, Count Ters rejected him, "I need her to protect my manor!"
"Oh, dear Count, you are interfering with my work."
Baroque looked at Count Teres with a half-smile.
"This is my manor, you have no right to take away my people."
Count Ters¡¯s face also became serious. He actually protected Xia Qingcheng, ¡°Chief Baroque, it¡¯s my nap time. Usually, I don¡¯t like to be disturbed at this time.¡±
He is equivalent to issuing an eviction order. In this Turs Manor, the old earl does have the right to evict them. Baroque frowned. Without the above documents, he could not take Xia Qingcheng away by force.
"This matter will not end like this."
Baroque put down his words and said, "Close the team."
These county police officers followed Baroque and left the manor. Through the window, Xia Qingcheng could still see the police chief turning back frequently, with unwillingness written in his eyes.
"Don't worry, my child."
Count Tells was still comforting Xia Qingcheng, "Our police chief is a bastard. He dreams every day of solving some big cases and then being promoted to a big city. You did a great job yesterday, protecting my manor. I Thank you very much. During this time in the manor, you are a part of the manor, and I will not let Baroque take you away."
"Thank you!"
Xia Qingcheng was indeed a little moved. She didn't expect that the old earl was quite loyal.
"Okay, I'm going to take a nap. See you in the afternoon, Miss Xia."
?? Earl Tells¡¯s habits are consistent. He watches his favorite British TV series in the morning, takes a nap at noon, and watches old movies in the afternoon It can also be said that he continues to take a nap, and then it is time for afternoon tea
"By the way, today's afternoon tea will be cancelled."
As a result, the old man interrupted Xia Qingcheng's thoughts before leaving.
"Today is the activity day of the shooting club. Many club members will come to my manor in the afternoon."
"I understand, I will keep an eye on them."
"No, they are all true gentlemen."
Count Teres smiled and shook his head, "These people will not want to steal my property. I am very confident about them."
"Oh, dear sir!"
Mary just came back from mopping the floor. She walked to the restaurant and when she heard these words, she couldn't help but said, "Yesterday you said those little hooligans wouldn't steal things! It turns out you are still too kind!"
"Let's get this matter over with."
The old count felt slightly embarrassed, "I'm not familiar with those young men, but the guys in the shooting club are all my old buddies, so they'll be fine."
After saying that, he walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Don't listen to him, keep an eye on those guys, dear Xia!"
Mary Jing was familiar with all kinds of gossip in the county. She lowered her voice and said to Xia Qingcheng, "If you don't say anything else, just talk about Mr. Gessen! He lost a lot of money on his stocks. Oh my God, I told you before. It¡¯s the devil¡¯s game! And Mr. Doyle, the swine flu caused his pig farm to suffer huge losses! He shouldn¡¯t have married that Japanese woman, she must have learned some messy witchcraft!¡±
Listening to Mary's thoughts, Xia Qingcheng smiled bitterly. The shortcomings of these parents obviously have nothing to do with her. She is more worried about the Baroque Sheriff than Mr. Gershon or Mr. Doyle. If the other party is really from the Order Group, then he will definitely not let him go so easily. It would be too willful to just count on Liao Yang, and he had to think of something.
A beautiful shooting range was built in the backyard of Tells Manor. Unlike other deserted places, the shooting range is well maintained and clean, even the weeds have been pulled out. According to Mary, the gardener responsible for cleaning the shooting range comes to work every Monday, and his weekly salary is enviable.
There are quite a few people in the club, many of whom are celebrities from Rob County and even many surrounding counties. They all wore special shooting uniforms and gathered in the shooting range with their beloved shotguns.
The same goes for Count Tells. He is dressed in a gunman uniform with black and white lines and holds his beautiful shotgun in his hand. The barrel of this shotgun is shiny black, the barrel is silver-plated, and the crest of the Tells family is engraved on it. The butt of the gun is engraved with the head of a British Queen, proving that this gun was once given by the Queen, symbolizing supreme glory.
Mr. Gessen, a clean-shaven middle-aged man, looked at the shotgun with some jealousy.
"Count Tels, if I still have money, I will definitely buy this treasure of yours!"
"Oh, Mr. Gessen, you know me, I'm not short of money."
The old count said with a smile, "Let's talk about gun skills. How much do you want to bet with me this time?"
"One hundred pounds!"
Gessen immediately said, "I practice shooting hard, and I will definitely hit twenty targets this time!"
¡°It sounds awesome, then count me in.¡±
Mr. Doyle, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, also came over. It seemed that even if the business failed, he still had not lost his interest in gambling. "Today's champion will be me."
A group of club members gathered around. They thought that one hundred pounds was not interesting, so they began to discuss a new bet.
"As we all know, Mr. Earl has always been confident in his gun skills."
A handsome middle-aged man in luxurious clothes and a mustache came out. He smiled and said, "Count Tels, why don't you bet bigger with us?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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