Han Xiao took a step forward and spread out her hand: "Mr. Police Officer, don't you understand what we are saying?" You'd better put the gun down first. If you continue to point guns at us, then I can't guarantee that I won't fight back......"

The feeling of being pointed at gunpoint is very bad.

Although Han Xiao was completely sure that he could easily dodge the bullets that came out of the muzzle, he still hated this feeling.

"Damn...... Whether you're a princess or not, you'll have to walk with us around the police station! ”

When the fat officer heard this, he clenched the pistol tightly, but the muzzle of the gun was still facing the ground. Dead people, even if the dead guy is a well-known and notorious scoundrel or scoundrel, their investigation procedure must not be missing any step. Even if Ariel was really a princess, she would have to follow them back to the police station to take notes.

Taking the identification document that Ariel handed him, Officer Fat asked the person next to him to immediately confirm his identity. Several other police officers confirmed the bikers on the ground one by one, but in the end, there was not even a single one alive.

At this time, two other police cars arrived, and eight officers got out of the cars.

There were more police officers, and the fat officer was a little more relaxed, and he heard the sound of an ambulance in the distance, muttering, "What is the ambulance doing?" They should have just asked the funeral home car to come ......"

Of course, this is just a joke.

The police began to ask the surrounding onlookers about the whole process of the crime, and the body on the ground was covered with a white cloth, carried to the ambulance that arrived, and sent directly to the police station.

Han Xiao, Ariel, and Louis were also invited into the police car and sent to the local police station in Northam.

As soon as he arrived at the police station, the person who was arranged by the fat officer to confirm the identities of Ariel and Han Xiao came up: "Boss, the identity of that little girl has been confirmed, she is indeed the princess of the Moroccan royal family. Ariel. On the Moroccan royal family's external website, you can find her photo and information about it......"

“…… As for that Mr. Han. He is a wealthy man in Huaxia Kingdom, and just this afternoon, he bought a total of seventy-two seagoing vessels from a bankrupt shipping company......"

“Shit！ Is it really a princess? Won't there be a fake? The fat officer scolded.

"There will be no fakes. Unless someone hacks into the official website of the Moroccan royal family and also intercepts our communication signals to the Moroccan royal office, giving us a deceptive reply. Otherwise, that little girl would definitely be a princess......"

"Bring them to ...... Bring it to the office! Fuck！ In addition, contact our dear Mr. Mayor and ask him to contact Western Australia and our Australian government, and tell them that a group of young men who like to ride motorcycles and fool around on the street are in big trouble again~ Not only did they play themselves into hell, but they died in vain......" said the fat officer self-deprecatingly.

Originally, the fat officer wanted to bring Han Xiao and Ariel into the interrogation room for questioning. But now that Ariel's identity was confirmed, he really didn't have the courage to bring Ariel into the interrogation room.

There were a lot of witnesses at the scene, and they could all testify that it was these damn biker guys who surrounded Ariel's car, banged on the windows with bats, and even took out guns in a vain attempt to kill.

Han Xiao and Ariel are two real victims.

Even if Han Xiao kills all these people now, at most, it can only be said that Han Xiao is overly defensive, but he is not a criminal.

And, in the opinion of the fat officer. In the end, Han Xiao may not even be charged with excessive defense.

The men took out their guns and fired them on the ground. In this case, Han Xiao fought back and killed them all, from a legal point of view. It's not over-defended at all. Not to mention, with Han Xiao, there is also a princess of the Moroccan royal family.

Now that he thinks with his navel also zhīdào, the Moroccan royal family will definitely protest on this matter. Their princess was attacked in the street by a mob in Australia. Don't you need an explanation?

These bikers are really a bunch of guys. Isn't it okay to stop a little and charge a few hotel protection fees to get by? Fooling around all day, and now it's finally something big.

……

Because there are many eyewitnesses. Ariel's identity is very special, Han Xiao and Ariel did not receive any unfair treatment or induce interrogation or anything, but only made two very detailed records.

In the transcript, although the Northam police also asked Han Xiao and Ariel whether they had a feud with the bikers or whether someone was retaliating or anything, Han Xiao did not tell McGaulle and Little John. Louis and the driver are also "victims", and the place where the transcript was made is next to Han Xiao and Ariel. Originally, he wanted to say McGolle's name, but when he saw that Han Xiao didn't mean to say it, he kept silent.

By the time the transcript was finished, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Han Xiao and Ariel also had the pleasure of enjoying a boxed lunch at the police station.

After the Moroccan ambassador on the Western Australian side arrived at the police station, the police station directly agreed to release the person without the ambassador speaking, but emphasized that Han Xiao and Ariel had better stay in Northam City in the next half a month, so that they could investigate Yunyun at any time.

The ambassador was not a soft egg, first of all, he blamed the officials of the Moroccan city hall who accompanied him, and then he reported to the king of Morocco about the chaotic law and order environment in Northam and the evil incident of an attack on the street......

In the end, when Han Xiao and the others were sent out of the police station, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The head of the Northam Police Department is a bald old man who will retire in a few years, and judging by his appearance, he must have been handsome when he was younger. After a few curses, the old man naturally shifted his anger to the damned bikers:

“…… Damn it! These abominable bikers! From now on, keep an eye on them. As soon as they make even the slightest mistake, invite him in for coffee! ”

"Director, those bikers seem to be gathered around the cinema now, and there should be hundreds of them. They seem to have lost twenty-seven of their members in the afternoon, so they want to take revenge......" One of the officers told the angry chief the latest inside information.

"Revenge? They still want revenge? Do they still feel like it's not big enough? Immediately send me the police and get them all back! The old man yelled, "Contact the SWAT team and let them all come out and move." Tear gas and riot shields are all brought, and they must not be allowed to make any more trouble! ”

“…… Okay, Director. The police officer responded, "However, we have arrested a large number of their members, and the members of the bikers who are not afraid of the sky and the earth will definitely make trouble......

"Rest assured. There are enough beds in the prisons on the Western Australian side. These damn junks should be cleaned up......"

……

Inside the Hotel Lyon.

In the lavishly decorated presidential suite, two strippers are dancing a fiery striptease, and McGaule's phone rings as they see that their clothes are about to be stripped to key parts and ready to start other services.

The Lyon Hotel is MacGaulle's property, and the presidential suite is his private domain.

Although McGaulle looks like a gentleman, in his bones, he is just an upstart pretending to be a gentleman. Unlike a real aristocrat like Francisco, MacGaulle's ancestor was just a villain of the Carolingian family in France, and later came to his father's generation, relying on unlucky resources to obtain a lot of wealth, and then he was connected with the Carolingian family and obtained the so-called "knight" title within the family, but this so-called title has no use to the outside world.

In the eyes of the true aristocracy, they still looked down on people like MacGaulle, and thought that he was not worthy of his company at all.

At the very least, a true aristocratic gentleman would rather spend a lonely and lonely night when no one is with him at night, rather than find two strippers on the street for two hundred dollars at a time and five hundred dollars for a night to spend a long night.

After answering the phone, McGaule temporarily cut off the music, and the two girls climbed down the bed to the bed, reaching out and groping under McGaull's loose nightgown, which made McGaule also interested, reached out and pulled a stripper to her side, kneading her plump breasts hard.

Listening to the voice on the phone, suddenly, I saw the expression on McGaulle's face change greatly: "What? Damn it...... Mad Dog Billy: They were all killed? Really twenty-seven people? Did that damn Huaxia pig do it? Does he know Chinese kung fu? ”

“Fuck！ What about the police? What about the police? He killed Billy and them, could it be that the police didn't come out? That guy must be arrested! Send them to prison for life! ”

"What? The police said it was justified defense? Have they been kicked in the head by a donkey? ”

"Princess? God, today is not April Fool's Day! You said that the little girl who was always held in his arms as a free translator was a princess of the Moroccan royal family? Shit！ That's the 'best' news I've heard today! ”

McGaulle hung up the phone in hatred, then kicked the stripper away from him, scolding, "Get out! Get lost! Get out of here! Damn the ......"

threw out a wad of money, and the two strippers saw that they could take the money without service, counted the banknotes, and walked out of the presidential suite with the already small clothes and **.

"Damn...... That Huaxia man is a madman! Absolutely insane! He killed twenty-seven people at once...... Shit! ”

McGaulle scolded in a low voice and dialed a French number from his mobile phone: "Dear Minister Garrod, I think we're in trouble......"

After a few minutes, McGaulle hung up, the look of panic on his face gone.

"The royal princess of Morocco, as long as she is killed without a trace, is just a little girl from an ordinary family......"

"Minister Garrod's words really make sense......" (To be continued......