Xia Bing's Promotion (2)
With that, Xia Bing got up from the sofa and gave a military salute to Zhou Yang.
Things are like this, Xia Bing doesn't want to say anything. Since it was arranged above, she could only accept it. Besides, this is a good thing for her.
"That's what a good comrade is!" Zhou Yang smiled and said, "From today onwards, this gun is yours." Zhou Yang handed a pistol engraved with the word SWAT to Xia Bing, with a calm face. It is normal for the guns of the special police captain and the civilian police captain to be different.
So, Xia Bing and Zhou Yang chatted for a while. said goodbye to the police station, and she had to go to the police squadron to hand over some related work to the new captain. Zhou Yang looked at Xia Bing's figure and smiled, he was busy with his work.
In the afternoon, just after four o'clock, a luxurious private villa. In the luxurious living room, two men sit. A middle-aged man, an old man. The old man's face was hideous, and his face was evil.
The middle-aged man respectfully paddled the tablet in his hand, using wireless technology to cast it onto the screen of a large 50-inch flat-screen TV on the wall. The above is exposed, one by one photos, the man in the photo is very handsome, enough to fascinate all girls.
"Master, this kid is the same kid who used evil magic on me last time. I don't know, do you have a way to give this kid...! The middle-aged man made a snapping gesture to the old man next to him. Looking at it like this, I want to kill Bulun.
"Apprentice, this kid is not an opponent for his teacher. So, you give me a month, and I'll rest for a while. A month later, I personally killed this kid! The old man glanced at the picture on the TV with contempt, and said with some disapproval.
In his eyes, isn't this kid just a little martial artist, what is there to be afraid of. It's just that he is currently recuperating, and it is not appropriate to use strong force at all. Otherwise, your plan will fail miserably.
"Master, are you telling the truth? By the way, the thing you gave me last time is gone. I don't know, you can! The middle-aged man looked at the old man next to him with anticipation.
Between words and deeds, he waved his hand and gently hammered his shoulder. Thinking that the pill from last time is gone, I have to ask the master to reward two pills this time! Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep on your own.
The old man seemed to have guessed the middle-aged man's thoughts, and said, "I know, I'll give you training tomorrow." Remember, what you promised me must be done. Otherwise, I can make you plummet. That's it, I'm really tired today and want to take a break! ”
The old man said this with assurance, got up from the sofa, and went into one of the rooms of the villa. Only the middle-aged man was left in a daze. However, he was only stunned for a moment, and then he would look at the picture on TV and mutter, "Wait, your death will be in a month." If you want to go against me, this is the end! ”
Between words and deeds, the middle-aged man crushed a water cup on the table. It's a Bolin cup, not a roar. It shows what kind of realm the strength of this middle-aged man's hand has reached.
"Hmph, just wait!" As he spoke, the man snorted coldly and walked into a room.