My name is Wang Ping'an, male, female, 25 years old, single, and an armed policeman. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the recent incident of deliberate murder on Huayang Street, before the danger was completely eliminated, the leader received the task assigned by the superiors: that is, to pretend to be the security guards of Yunjun's company with a few friends, and provide secret protection to the upcoming Secretary Qin and other leaders who visited Yunjun.

Qian Dalong, our leader, told us an hour ago that a vicious wanted criminal had recently appeared here, and that he was good at endangering the property safety of the broad masses of the people by disguising himself in various identities, and asked us to pay attention to the situation around us.

Put on a security hat and a security uniform, saying that although the salary of being a security guard is a little lower, it is very leisurely, and you can see all kinds of beauties every day, which is great!

The six welcoming ladies standing at the door are all beautiful, although there is a makeup bonus effect in it, but it is really beautiful, if only one would marry me......

The cheongsam of the welcome lady in the middle of the left row is tied one less button, revealing a snow-white ...... Anyway, the ravine is a bit shallow, I really don't understand how she is embarrassed to show it.

The boss must have noticed the abnormality of this beautiful woman, and I saw him shake his head imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

At this moment, a man in a neat suit and wearing a mask sneaked in to the door, and I noticed that the leader's expression had a hint of solemnity.

"This man is not ordinary!" I thought in my heart, when he walked, every step seemed to be carefully measured by a ruler, his steps were steady, his steps were meticulous, and his shoulders did not shake, and he knew that he was a practitioner at a glance.

Could it be......

I tightened my baton in my hand and looked at my head.

The leader made a gesture with a serious expression, signaling us not to move yet, and then opened his fingers and turned his palms upwards and clenched his fists. Let's get ready to round up this masked man.

The other two friends obviously noticed the mask man, and their expressions became as solemn as the leader.

One step, two steps, one step two steps, one step two steps. The masked man was getting closer and closer to us, and then I saw him tiptoe down the red carpet and rush down the hall.

So fast!

"Security, catch him!" The pretty welcome lady screamed and chased after her.

My heart tightened. I forgot to look at the gesture of the head, and as soon as my head was hot, I rushed forward with a baton and waved my right hand high.

Don't panic, girl, hug me tight!

Because I was afraid that something would happen to the girl, I waved my baton at the mysterious masked man.

Although I waved a baton, I definitely wouldn't just knock it on his head, after all, it is a society governed by the rule of law, maybe this mask man is not a gangster, what if it is broken?

So my aim was to use my elbow to hit the mask man's neck area. The human neck is very fragile, and doing so can cause a concussion in the mask and then fall into a coma.

At the same time, I also raised my knees so that he could feel the invisible threat from ****.

Under normal circumstances, the gangsters would have taken a step back in shock, and then quickly subdued by my combo......

If you think about it carefully, this posture is a bit like the male protagonist in the Fist of the Big Dipper...... If it weren't for a baton in his hand.

As the distance closed, I realized that I was wrong, because I even raised my elbows. I can't reach the neck of this mask man.

I hesitated, and there was a pause in my steps.

The man in the mask seemed to feel my kindness, and his figure magically stopped, and then ripped off the mask. Whispered: "Don't be nervous, it's my ......"

Nima, so handsome!

My heart trembled, and I was shocked by the handsome appearance of the mask man, and then I felt indignant in my heart: Who knows you, and I am a straight man. Don't think you can brush your face in front of me.

"It's your sister...... I couldn't help but spit out, and beckoned to his shoulder with my baton......

The handsome ones are definitely bad people, this is a grudge from a single dog, and I have never felt so firm in my hand to swing a stick.

"Bang!" It's the muffled sound of the soles of the feet colliding with the body.

There was a sharp pain in my abdomen, a tumbling stomach and I flew out before I could react......

Nima ......

"Oh my God, he's Song Jun!" While I was doing the parabolic motion, there was a sudden exclamation from the group of reporters outside the door, and then it became noisy.

Song Jun?

This name is a little familiar, by the way, isn't he the old version of this company?

In other words, you bring a wool mask when you enter your own company......

……

Song Jun?

Qian Dalong was about to knock on the masked man who kicked his beloved subordinate with a baton, but after hearing the reporter's exclamation, his face showed a stunned look: Isn't this one of the characters he wants to protect on this trip?

The corners of his mouth trembled, Qian Dalong put away his baton, looked at the reporters who were swarming outside, frowned, and shouted: "What are you doing, stop me!" ”

"It's Song Jun, get out of the way and give us an interview."

"Hello Mr. Song, why did you use such a radical method to avoid the interview?"

"Mr. Song take a look at the camera, I have something to say in the City Entertainment Daily."

……

The scene was chaotic, Qian Dalong was a little helpless, and beckoned three of his subordinates to form a human wall to stop these reporters.

To be honest, Song Jun beat his brother and had to protect him, which made Qian Dalong feel a little aggrieved, but there was no way, if he didn't maintain order before the secretary came, he would be blamed by the boss when he went back.

"Huh? What about Wang Ping'an? When Qian Dalong and his subordinates joined hands to form a human wall, he glanced at Wang Ping'an and found that the latter was holding his stomach and curled up on the ground.

"It's just a kick, is it so exaggerated!" Qian Dalong muttered in his heart, he knew about Wang Ping'an's physical fitness, and it stands to reason that it would not be so miserable to be kicked, but thinking of Song Jun's whip foot, a chill still rose in his heart.

"No matter, let's maintain order first." Qian Dalong silently retracted his gaze, and with his comrades-in-arms, he pushed down the influx of reporters......

……

Half an hour later, the chaos in the hall was quelled, except for the reporters who were blocked out excitedly talking about what had happened before, everything was the same as before Song Jun came.

At 10:20 a.m., Lin Ling, who was busy arranging in the company before, and An Feiyun, who went to the hotel to book a box in person, stood in front of Song Jun and Song Jun, waiting for the arrival of Qin Mingjun and his party.

Ten minutes later, a black Audi parked in the parking space in front of Yunjun's company, and behind the Audi, there were two Buicks.

"It's coming!" Song Jun and Lin Ling glanced at each other, and they could both see the nervous look in each other's eyes, and on the side, An Feiyun was light and light, but from the clenched fists, he knew that his heart was not as calm as he appeared at this moment.

After the Audi car stopped, the door was opened, and a tall, handsome man walked down, there was no so-called overwhelming superior's momentum, but his eyes were open and there was a majesty, and at this moment with a faint smile on his face, his eyes swept to Song Jun who was standing at the head of the three.

He is the number one in the city, Qin Mingjun.

An Feiyun gave Song Jun a look.

The corners of Song Jun's mouth twitched, a hearty smile quickly brewed on his face, and he walked towards Qin Mingjun quickly, stretching out his hands as he walked: "Clam clam, welcome Secretary Qin's visit, your arrival will make the company shine......

An Feiyun and Lin Ling smiled at the corners of their mouths and followed. (To be continued.) )

ps: There is still eight yuan left to pay two hundred, I don't know how many chapters I have to write--!