As the Sheriff of Springfield City, Will is also a person with status and status in Springfield. Moreover, because of his special profession, Will joins the Rifle Association, which is very beneficial to the development of the Rifle Association and can also enhance Will's social influence. This is a win-win choice.

If possible, Li Mu would of course be more willing to invest in himself, but due to age limitations, what Li Mu can do now is extremely limited, so investing in Will, the "guardian" is Li Mu's best choice.

After finishing the Rifle Association, Li Mu started his real work with Will. Only then did Li Mu fully realize how dark the American police were.

In the 21st century, the most criticized group in the Republic was urban management. After seeing Will's working style, Li Mu could be sure that the urban management in the Republic in the 21st century was one hundred times more civilized than Will's.

Will's working style can be described by the word "simple and rough". If you don't commit it to Will, Will is a harmless guy, but if you commit it to Will, Will will immediately turn into a demon.

When patrolling Yanhe Avenue, the police station on Yanhe Avenue handed over a thief to Will, who was said to be a habitual criminal.

When Li Mu saw Will, he found that the thief's body was a little trembling, and his eyes looked at Will could be described as horror. Soon Li Mu understood why the thief was afraid. In order to prevent the thief from escaping on the road, Will ordered Bresta to interrupt the thief's hand.

"If he wants to prevent him from escaping, shouldn't he break his legs?" Li Mu didn't deliberately raise trouble, just asked questions.

"Will had thrown his wallet here-" Bresta said only one sentence, and immediately let Li Mu understand the whole story.

Even the sheriff's wallet dares to steal, and it's light to interrupt your hand!

"That can't be proved that it was a thief. It's also possible that Will accidentally lost it." Li Mu made a malicious speculation.

"Who cares!" Bresta didn't care, pulled the thief's arm out and put it on the table, pulled out the baton from his waist, and smashed it hard.

Bresta’s baton was a steel bar wrapped in cloth strips. When he was hit by such a "baton", there was no injury at all on the surface, but there must be injuries inside.

Sure enough, when the baton was hit, the thief was so painful that his head was exposed. When he grew up, his mouth could not make any sound. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his arms were even swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How did you get hurt?" Bresta asked coldly.

"No--I fell accidentally." The poor thief was extremely scared. Tears as big as beans were dripping from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry out loud, and he didn't even dare to scream.

"Hmm--you must be careful." Bresta put the baton back to his waist with satisfaction, and pulled the thief's neck collar, dragging the thief out like a dead dog.

As soon as he sent the thief back to the police station, Will received a request from tax officer Anthony. Anthony finally seized the handle of the profiteer Consicao, and was ready to ask Will to assist in the case.

"Your reminder is the right time. I have long noticed the profiteering businessman Consicao. This guy does everything he wants to do and dares to steal money from the state government. This time we must make him pay the price." Anthony mentioned Frank and smiled sinisterly.

Anthony is a thin middle-aged man. Compared with Will, Anthony is pitiful, as if a gust of wind can blow Anthony away. This guy has a pair of long, narrow glasses like a poisonous snake. His eyes look chilling, as if he is a poisonous snake entrenched in a dark corner, ready to attack his prey at any time.

安东尼是税务官,在安东尼看来,商人缴纳税赋是天经地义的事,如果有人敢偷税漏税,那就是偷了州政府的钱,应该被拖到广场上五马分尸.

"I knew this guy was not clean. In fact, all Jews were not clean. As long as you check, you can always find something wrong." Will has now exposed the hateful face of a "racist", knocking over a boat of people with one blow.

"Ha, we can't scare everyone away, then I'll be unemployed. For us, these guys are our captive fat pigs. Letting them keep getting cubs is a more economical way of working." Anthony is also a guy with no bottom line, and this guy's heart is also dark.

When we came to the horse market, we were still as bustling as before, with people coming and going. This was always the case in the horse market, because people’s main means of transportation were horses, so the horse market was always very lively.

In a corner of the horse market, Consicao was selling his products to a customer, and his mouth was filled with passion. The customer's eyes were staring at a purebred horse, and it seemed that it had reached the critical moment of the upcoming transaction.

“康西卡奥,你有麻烦了——”安东尼笑吟吟的下马,随手把马缰递给严顺.

Li Mu also dismounted and followed Will to Consicao, standing behind Consicao with Bresta, one left and one right, faintly forming a clamp on Consicao.

“安东尼先生,我的每匹马都已经足额完税,从来没有过拖欠,麻烦一说从何说起呢?”康西卡奥虽然脸色发白,但还是强自镇定的辩解.

"Yes, it's not your final word for whether there is any trouble. You sold an Arabian horse worth $4,000 last week, but why did you pay the transaction tax at $2,500? Do you think I can't understand those numbers? Or do you think you can go beyond American law?" Anthony hit Consicao's hat with the whip in his hand. The insulting meaning of this action is obvious.

四千美元——两千五百——听上去好像和李牧有点关系.

Consicao immediately jumped up like a cat with a stomped on his tail, his voice sharply: "It was originally 2,500 dollars, and the horse was indeed worth 4,000 dollars, but it was sold to the gentleman for 2,500 dollars. Sheriff Will was also present at the time, and they could all testify."

"I will not testify to you. I am assisting the tax officer in handling the case." Will's expression was serious, and he looked like a selfless sheriff.

“是这样吗?”安东尼看向李牧,目光很耐人寻味.

"I don't remember it. It's too long since time passed, and I forgot." Li Mu's answer was even more straightforward.

It's a long time, it was obviously a week ago.

"Ha, it seems you have no witnesses, Mr. Consicao, now I officially announce to you that you must be sentenced to jail and fined for tax evasion, and your goods will be confiscated and then used for auction." Anthony immediately announced the result, not giving Consicao time to defend.

"No, I didn't evade taxes, I didn't - please, you can't do this -" Consicao was about to cry, begging in a low voice regardless of his decent plea.

"Reim--Your name is Reim, how about you? Do you want to buy this purebred horse? This is a purebred horse, the fastest horse in the world--" Anthony ignored Consicao and immediately started to deal with the stolen goods.

It's really dirty, too dirty!
Chapter completed!