"I didn't shoot the gun!" Pang Jindong followed the direction from which the gunshots came and immediately discovered the murderer. He told Jin Lingling: "Don't do anything for the time being, I'll talk about it when I come back!" With that, he flew and chased after the murderer.

It was a thin black man who fired the shot, he tucked the gun in his arms, and ran away quickly, with Pang Jindong chasing after him.

Since the place where the conversation had just taken place was far away from the crowd, and the noise drowned out the sound of the whispering pistol, it was not noticed. But Pang Jindong's pursuit of this black man attracted people's attention, which made Pang Jindong know that he had to catch the other party as much as possible.

The black man exited the door of the antique market and quickly slipped into a car. With a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the car sped away.

"I'm cāo!" Pang Jindong pointed the gun wrapped in his clothes at the car and tried to shoot several times, but in the end he did not pull the trigger.

Pang Jindong immediately realized that if he shot in public, whether he hit the murderer or not, he would be in trouble afterwards. In addition, the killing of Thompson depends on this gun, and this gun must not be fired for this.

Just when Pang Jindong decided to go back to Jin Lingling, he was suddenly bumped into someone. At that moment, Pang Jindong found that his wallet had been stolen.

Pang Jindong doesn't feel sorry for money, but there is one thing in it that can't be lost no matter what. In desperation, Pang Jindong had to turn around and chase the thief again.

The thief ran very fast, through the streets, and finally stopped in a secluded alley. Pang Jindong, who was in hot pursuit, then slowed down his pace and observed what the other party would do.

The thief was so tired from the strenuous exercise just now that he was hunched on his knees, hunched over and panting. Usually he stole something as long as he ran away from the scene, but he didn't meet Pang Jindong who dared to chase with his life, although it was not long, but he was forced to take out the fastest speed in his life.

After a while, the thief straightened up and looked at Pang Jindong triumphantly.

Pang Jindong knew where the source of the thief's pride was—there were four people with guys in their hands, and they were slowly approaching him. Through the unique appearance of these people, Pang Jindong knew that they were accomplices with the thief.

These people are different from ordinary thieves, they rely on the protection of their special status by virtue of the law, and they have been doing whatever they want for a long time, and they have developed to the point of common anger of people and gods.

"Give me back the wallet, and treat it as if it didn't happen!" Pang Jindong said to the thief.

The thief and his accomplices laughed and looked at Pang Jindong like a Martian. Immediately after, the thief shouted something, and his four accomplices immediately rushed towards Pang Jindong.

As soon as the other party made a move, Pang Jindong quickly raised his right leg backwards and kicked one of them in the crotch, and the man immediately squatted down holding his life. Immediately afterwards, Pang Jindong curled up with his right arm and slammed his elbow into the other one on his right side, hitting the opponent's eye and knocking him down on his back.

Pang Jindong's movements were so fast that the thief and the other two accomplices were stunned for a while. Pang Jindong didn't give them a chance to come back to their senses, and kicked the third person's lower abdomen with his right foot, putting the third person down. Seeing this, the fourth person waved the stick in his hand and smashed it at Pang Jindong. Pang Jindong raised his left arm to block the stick, only to hear a "click", and the stick was broken in two at that time. Although there was a sharp pain in his arm, Pang Jindong could not see a painful expression on his face, and he did not hesitate at all, but smashed the butt of the gun in his hand on the face of the fourth person, making him hide aside with blood from his nose and mouth.

In the blink of an eye, only the thief was left, this thief was no longer as proud as just now, he looked around at his painful accomplice, and in a panic, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and shook it at Pang Jindong.

Due to the special care of the policy, these people can carry controlled knives on their bodies. Normally, they would use these things to oppress the kind people, but at this time, in the face of a fierce god like Pang Jindong, the thief himself knew that this knife could only strengthen his courage at best.

Pang Jindong lifted his clothes, pointed the gun in his hand at the thief, and then said, "Give me back the wallet!"

As soon as the thief saw the gun, his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof" and threw away the knife in his hand. With trembling hands, he took out a black plastic bag from his waist and said in stiff Chinese: "Big brother, spare your life, I will take two people today, both for you, and for you ......"

Pang Jindong took the plastic bag and opened it to see that his wallet was indeed inside. He sneered and told a few little thieves: "Let me see you stealing again, the bullets in the gun will be rewarded to you!"

This matter can only be handled in this way, if it is handed over to the police station, these people will also enter the front door, and the back door will slip away. It's not that the police station doesn't want to take care of it, but it doesn't dare to manage it.

By the time Pang Jindong returned to the scene where Thompson was killed, just ten minutes had passed. When Jin Lingling saw Pang Jindong coming back, she hurriedly asked, "Have you caught the murderer?"

"No, but I made a note of their license plates and will check them when I get back!"

"Do you know who did it?"

"I don't know, but I noticed that the driver was also a black man, wearing a wide white robe and a small white hat on his head, presumably a Muslim from a North African country. ”

"Why did the people of the North African countries kill him?"

Pang Jindong did not answer immediately, but felt Thompson's pulse and found that the other party was dead.

"Call the police right away!" Pang Jindong said, carefully pinning the gun in his hand to Thompson's lower back.

"You may be in danger now...... Jin Lingling pondered for a moment, hinting at Pang Jindong and said, "This gun does not exist in law!"

"It is precisely because this gun does not exist in the eyes of the law that we can get rid of the trouble caused by Thompson's killing! Because it has his fingerprints on it, it can prove that our respectable Detective Thompson illegally brought weapons into the country!"

"But there are also your fingerprints, if you wipe them, you will ...... Thompson's fingerprints as well" Jin Lingling was stunned before she finished speaking, because Pang Jindong raised his hand in front of her, and the palm of his hand was shining like a layer of paint.

"What is this?" asked Jin Lingling.

"Transparent nail polish! Before I come, I'm ready!" After a pause, Pang Jindong urged Jin Lingling: "You should call the police immediately! If the time is delayed for too long, the matter will not be clear!"

Jin Lingling quickly got in touch with the bureau, and while waiting for her colleague to arrive, she asked Pang Jindong: "Are you following me?"

"Yes! When you asked me what else I had done besides being a mercenary, I suspected that you had met an old man who knew me very well! When you mentioned that there were a few colleagues from country M, I was even more sure of this possibility! So I followed you, but I didn't expect it to be Thompson!" Pang Jindong sighed and asked Jin Lingling: "You won't be angry, right?"

"No! If you don't, I don't know what Thompson really is, and maybe he'll take advantage of him!"

"I'd rather you be used than face the situation you are in!"

"Why?"

"Because if it were the former, Thompson would only be bad for me, and now it's all of us in trouble!"

"You're quite concerned about my ......," Jin Lingling said, lowering her head. After a while, she looked up and asked, "When you found out what Thompson had done, did you want to kill him?"

"That's right, so I played cat and mouse with him for a while, sometimes I was a cat, sometimes I was......!

Pang Jindong's words were interrupted by a shrill siren, and three police cars drove into the scene of the crime. It was at this time that those who liked to watch the excitement but did not carefully observe where it was lively learned that there had been a homicide here, and the deceased was still a foreigner.

Unlike ordinary homicide cases, the murder of FBI agents in China immediately attracted the attention of the high-level leaders of the two countries, and they soon sent special personnel to form a joint investigation team.

In this process, Pang Jindong and Jin Lingling encountered a lot of trouble, and retold the incident to various investigators over and over again.

During the investigation of the case, witnesses were found to confirm that Pang Jindong had chased a black man that day, and at the same time, someone saw a car driven by a black man and left the scene of the crime on a rampage, which corroborated Pang Jindong and Jin Lingling's statements. In addition, the license plate number provided by Pang Jindong was later proved to be a stolen vehicle.

Based on these factors, investigators from both countries are convinced that in this case, China only exists as a place where the crime took place, and that neither its own government nor its citizens have anything to do with the case itself.

However, the more important reason why country M, which had made up its mind in advance to make things difficult for China, had to die down in the end: Agent Thompson, who was sent as a member of the exchange visit, actually carried a gun, which is an unclear thing.

So after the joint investigation was concluded, Thompson's body was repatriated. Next, it is up to country M to investigate the truth on its own.

"It's finally over!" Walking out of the investigation team's office for the last time, Pang Jindong let out a long sigh and said to Jin Lingling.

"Don't you thank me, do you know how much work my dad has done to settle this matter?" Jin Lingling said, pouting.

Jin Lingling didn't exaggerate, if she had changed to an ordinary identity, things would not have ended so lightly. Although Jin Lingling's father is the director of the municipal public security bureau, as the head of the public security system directly under the central government, his rank is actually only lower than that of the minister of public security. Considering Jin Lingling's grandfather who was a high-ranking official in the military circles, Jin Lingling is not a princeling. It is precisely because this case involves princelings that the Chinese side will argue on the basis of reason.