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"Uh. Sergeant Mike looked at Zeng Gong a little helplessly, and said in his heart What is the matter with your subordinate, how did you talk about it just now, am I so like a stepping stone?

Zeng Gong didn't look at Sheriff Mike, he twisted his head to the side directly, chose to ignore it, and crossed Erlang's legs to admire the tall and straight cedars outside the window.

"Sheriff Mike, please don't harass my client, let's talk about bail first. Seeing that Zeng Gong was unmoved, Carl immediately opened his essay and said solemnly.

Well, Sergeant Mike knew that he would not get any help from Zeng Gong, so he sat down opposite Carl and said impatiently, "Mr. Carl, you have no problem bailing him, you should know the relevant provisions of federal law, and I don't want to see him anywhere other than Livingston during his bail." ”

Looking at Carl's movements, Sergeant Mike knew that he was a veteran of the lawyer industry, and there was no extra nonsense, so he just talked to him.

Carl nodded understandingly, just on the way back from Zeng Gong, he had already learned some of the details from some special channels, this was a thrilling road shootout, even more exciting than the movie, but Zeng Gong was not a member of the police, the more this is the case, the more low-key it is, unless he is a member of a heroic police officer who is waiting for recognition.

"I know this, I still have a divorce case to deal with, let's do our best to complete the relevant procedures. Carl also agreed with Sheriff Mike. In addition to protecting Zeng Gong as much as possible, this can also enhance the tall image of the police.

Sergeant Mike is a little helpless, but the efficiency of his subordinates has never been low. After a while, the relevant procedures were completed, which was quite special. Then he urged Zeng Gong and his party to leave the police station like a plague god, which made the frightened old Jason stunned.

"Sir, Zeng has been released on bail. Looking at Zeng Gong's disappearing back, Sergeant Mike walked into his office and immediately dialed a mysterious phone number.

"Very good, keep it up, you can't relax Zeng Gong's surveillance at all, but you can't let him show up. Disgusted, you know?" said the mysterious man as he greedily enjoyed Castro's autographed Cuban hand-rolled cigar.

"But the sir's surveillance of Zeng seems completely unnecessary, I feel that he is an ordinary rancher, is there any danger?" Sheriff Mike felt that it was boring to stay in Livingston, not as exciting as it was outside in Afghanistan and Iraq.

"It's not dangerous, isn't it safe, you know Mike. Just now, the relevant information from the National Defense Guard showed that Zeng Gong only fired three shots when he attacked those drug dealers, but Zeng Gong killed seven people in a daze, do you think you can do it? As for giving up duty. It's no longer in scope at all. Hearing Mike say that, the mysterious man on the other side of the phone immediately said sharply.

"Impossible. Mike's face was full of horror, all of which were expressions of disbelief.

"It's really impossible, according to Kenny's examination, every drug dealer has a bullet in the center of his eyebrow, Tommy has two bullets in his brain, and those surviving drug dealers say that only three shots were fired, and the only possibility is that the bullet that you said this Mr. Zeng shot in a very short period of time, which gave those drug dealers the illusion. The mysterious man slowly spoke out his speculation.

"This," Mike felt as 10,000 grass and mud horses ran over his head. The situation that appeared in the legend actually caught up with him, and he took out a cold medicine for his son from his pocket. I feel better when I eat it.

"Wasn't it shocking, I listened to it at the time. The first feeling is that I don't believe it, but some intelligence from China shows that this Mr. Zeng is a Chinese so-called national art practitioner, good at brewing wine, cooking, and is very proficient in some muscle injuries, fractures, trauma and other medical skills, and seems to have a little relationship with some high-level Chinese officials, as for the rest, it is very vague. The mystery man took a deep breath and shared his information with Mike with strong questioning.

Mike couldn't help but nod, and then asked suspiciously, "Sir, I don't know what you want to say, I know about martial arts, and his marksmanship seems to have been learned after coming to Montana, but what does it matter?"

"Marksmanship was learned in Livingston, why didn't you report such important information in a timely manner?" the mystery man was shocked, and immediately yelled at Mike in a rage.

"I, I thought you'd know, and I knew I was spying on him. Mike felt a little aggrieved, and even felt that this time he was tasked with spying on Zeng Gong.

"Okay, Mike doesn't blame you this time, it's my negligence, since Zeng Gongxian you are spying on him, then monitor it openly, this time the matter should be downplayed as much as possible, anyway, even if it is a lawsuit, we can't help others, if there is any small trouble in the future, we can help deal with it." Finally, the mysterious man was silent for a while, and then said with a sigh.

"Uh, okay. Mike looked at the phone in his hand in a daze, a little confused, and his usually ruthless old boss seemed to have changed his temper at this moment.

Zeng Gong, who returned to the ranch with great grace, did not have the slightest feeling that he had just killed someone, maybe as the master said, he was born to mix the rivers and lakes, but God knows that his dream is to be a rancher who is happy and happy, and provide the most delicious and top-quality food for the world, otherwise he would not go overseas and stay away from the rivers and lakes.

The undulating mountains are constantly changing in the eyes, the white snow and the lush green seem to constitute a bit monotonous, but on the rocky mountains it is majestic and majestic, rough and unrestrained, it is a soaring eagle, it is a galloping horse, the vast world, the car is galloping freely, the eyes are open-minded.

"Davis? Jason and I had some accident and are on our way to the ranch, Bozeman can't go, you can take two cowboys to Bozeman and get those Tibetan pigs back, by the way, there are two hundred yellow sheep. Zeng Gong sat in Carl's car and answered Davis's phone and said lightly.

"Accident? Zeng, are you all right? Davis heard that Zeng Gong had an accident and said with concern.

"It's okay, we'll be back to the ranch in a minute. Zeng Gong shook his head with a smile, his face was full of lightness, and even the strong murderous aura scattered all over his body began to fade.

"Well, okay, I'll organize people out right away. Hearing Zeng Gong's pleasant voice, a heart finally let go, hung up the phone, and called two cowboys to get ready to come out.

"Yellow sheep? Why didn't you say it when we came out? This is a protected animal in Asia. Jason was a little unhappy, influenced by his youngest daughter, Jason is an out-and-out animal protector, how can he be happy to hear that his boss sells cherished protected animals.

"Uh. Zeng Gong habitually touched his nose, knowing that Jason had misunderstood, so he explained with a smile: "It's not like this Jason, the yellow sheep I got are not pure wild yellow sheep, all of them are semi-wild, and now there are some people in China who have begun to see the business opportunities of yellow sheep, and began to raise yellow sheep, inspired by them, I am ready to raise some in the pasture, what do you think?"

Zeng Gong heard Sanders say that Jason was an animal protectionist, but he didn't expect this to be so sensitive, just a yellow sheep, not a giant panda, not to mention that yellow sheep are freely hunted in Mongolia, so he had to tell a little lie to comfort a somewhat stubborn old man.

"Oh, I'm sorry Zeng, I misunderstood. The old man said to Zeng Gong apologetically.

"Hehe, it's okay, this time the yellow sheep and Tibetan fragrant pig are just one of my real yàn, if it can be successful, I am ready to introduce some Tibetan antelopes to raise in the pasture, so as to reduce the poachers' killing of Tibetan antelopes." Zeng Gong waved his hand and took the opportunity to describe his ambitions. (To be continued)

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