"And then, and then?" Boom.

"And then there was no then, and when they saw that I could catch the bullet with my hand, the policemen all turned around and ran, leaving only the one who was corrupted by the madness. He fired several shots at me in one go, all of which I grabbed and threw back into an iron ball to smash his gun. At that time, he basically didn't have any reason left, and he pounced directly to catch me, but I grabbed my neck and threw him out along the gate of the community. ”

Lingxian held the mouth of the green onion girl with one hand and chewed the green onion in a big mouthful, while summarizing what she had just done very simply.

This kind of lonely gunman-like experience has always attracted the adoring eyes of the girls who listen to the story. Hatsune Miku isn't like that, but it's exciting to listen to.

However, when they first came to this world, they didn't know that the real world and the law enforcement behavior all relied on the human body to guard the world and the death courtyard of the Hirori witch. In this country, the police are only second to last in the ranking of national execution. On top of the police, there are special police, garrison troops, special forces, and national security ......

Therefore, when the regular soldiers of the whole squadron arrived at Chu Feiyue's door in the afternoon, Ling Xian was still very confused - didn't I already drive the police away, why is there still one!

However, before anyone present could speak, a "humming" sound from a very powerful motor was heard clearly from a distance, and the volume was rapidly increasing in the form of a quadratic. A few seconds later, a rustic-looking van rushed out of the trail in a very sturdy way, drifting at a ninety-degree angle around the corner in a very, very unscientific way, and then the engine let out a terrifying roar, propelling the van like lightning between Reisen and the group of soldiers.

Reisen and the soldiers on the other side were both startled by the car's completely lifeless driving method, and almost subconsciously jumped backwards to make way for the van to pass.

The van's hydraulic speed pads and bearings screamed harshly from friction, the tires rubbed four arc-shaped black lines on the flat concrete floor, and the whole car drifted forward horizontally for a few meters before coming to a stop less than half a meter from the exterior wall of a garage.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the row of seats in the van slid open violently, and a middle school girl who looked like Sister Cannon rushed out of it, ran two steps to the side, and vomited at the flower bed of Yueyi's house.

"Fu Jiaju... Vomit... You're this... Vomit... Bastard! When you are... Vomit... Are you chasing fugitives in Hong Kong... Vomit!!! ”

At this time, the driver's seat door was opened, and Fu Jiaju, a traffic assistant police officer who had been directing traffic at a nearby intersection and organizing elementary school students from nearby elementary schools to cross the road, came out with a smile.

"Haha, that's because your sense of balance is too poor, when chasing the murderer, every second counts, if you want to catch the criminal, you have to drive faster than everyone else, this is the truth of survival."

"I don't want your distorted outlook on life... Vomit! ”

Before he finished speaking, a feeling of nausea came back to him, and Zhang Bingo vomited at the flower bed again.

At this time, everyone else in the car also got out of it. Except for Zhang Bingo is a girl, the remaining four people are all big men, and the leader of them is the young man who served as the scene dispatch at the beginning on the night Chu Feiyue was shot.

But perhaps Fu Jiaju's driving style was too rough, except for his own usual complexion or even a little pleasure ♂, the other people were more or less pale, and their legs and feet were fluttering.

It's just that the business still has to be done, and the people over there are all looking at their uninvited guests...

The young man directly found the leader of the group of soldiers opposite Lingxian and took out his small national security notebook, "Hello, Sima Yi, director of the External Relations Department of the Ministry of National Security." ”

"National security... What are you doing here? Casually glancing at the photo on the ID, the strong officer with sturdy muscles about to explode frowned and asked in an unhappy tone.

Although the Ministry of State Security is feared like a tiger and avoided like a snake and scorpion by those departments full of political colors throughout the world, the more it reaches the grassroots level, the less afraid it is of them. Especially in the army, these sturdy men don't have the concept of giving way to national security in their minds, and if they contradict the orders given to them by their superiors, whether you are the king of heaven or the dragon crossing the river, they will all squat obediently against the wall.

Moreover, because it has the privilege of inspecting any department, in the eyes of other departments, the Ministry of State Security is simply a bunch of unwelcome mad dogs, and anyone who catches it has to bite two bites of meat, and it is not good to meet them.

Although he did not learn to have a fearful attitude towards national security, he learned ten out of ten muscular ♂ male officers to have a bad feeling towards national security, and he looked at Sima Yi with a very unfriendly look.

After seeing the eyes of the man in front of him, who was almost half a head taller than himself, looking at him, Sima Yi secretly smiled helplessly, this mission... Maybe I'm going to be blind.

"We are here to help this Miss Reisen Yuzukain Inaba, who is now the guarantor of our Ministry of State Security and is under the protection of the Ministry of State Security. So, please go back. ”

After stopping Sima Yi's answer, the officer glanced at Sima Yi with slanted eyes, and suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Oh, do you think it's possible?"

"Of course it is possible, as far as I know, Miss Reisen has not offended you in any way, many friends and many ways. So, please come back. ”

"You're farting!"

The officer slammed a finger into Sima Yi's shoulder, and the huge force directly pushed Sima Yi, an ordinary person who was not an anomaly, at most a stronger person, to the ground. Then, the officer took two steps forward, grabbed Sima Yi's collar with one hand, lifted him up again, pointed at Ling Xian and said to him, "What do you think I'm here for?" Widen your eyes and give me a good look, do you really know what's inside the house behind this woman? Protect and protect, protect your uncle! ”

Sima Yi pressed the officer's fist that clenched his collar and wrenched it twice, but it didn't work, "Although I don't know what you're talking about, I want to say, let go of your bear claws." ”

"The little white face who has no power to tie the chicken, go back to feeding,"

The officer let go of his hand, grabbed Sima Yi's shoulder, and pushed him away from his front like a chicken. At this moment, there is no longer any barrier between him and Lingxian.

But before he could take a few glances at Reizen, another face that was smiling, but gave a very dangerous blackened feeling, blocked his view.

The upper half of Fu Jiaju's face was completely shrouded in shadows, and although the smile on his mouth was very bright, it didn't make people feel even a little warmth.

Seeing that someone was in front of him again, the officer said impatiently: "Good dogs don't get in the way." ”

"A dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth." Fu Jiaju smiled coldly and scolded back.

The officer was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that in the national security, which has always been able to play tricks in the system, there are still people who dare to face him.

Then let me see if you can only play lip service, or if you have real skills...

"Yo he, Xiao * is very hanging, and he dares to scold Lao Tzu." Although he was scolding, there was a slight smile on the face of this tiger-like officer. At the same time, raising his leg was a side high kick, kicking quickly and hard towards Fu Jiaju's shoulders and neck.

If it was those Muay Thai kings on TV, he might have been knocked out by this kick directly, but Fu Jiaju is a martial arts faction with real materials, although most of his kung fu is on firearms, but this does not mean that his melee combat is very weak. On the contrary, Fu Jiaju, who has mastered the gun fighting technique, uses more physical skills to attack, and the spear technique is often auxiliary except for a fatal blow.

Slightly shorter, and at the same time with the palm and forearm to catch the officer's side kick, Fu Jiaju took a step forward without the slightest ambiguity, crashed into the officer's arms, and at the same time launched an attack on his throat, genitals and side ribs. The officer didn't expect that this driver dressed as a traffic police officer would have such a strong melee ability, and he was forced to take care of his feet, so he jumped back directly, and after landing, he fell to the side two steps before he regained his balance.

If it weren't for the contempt for the country, the officer would not have done such a big thing.

"Hey, why did you fight first? Don't fight..."Next to him, Reisen looked at the two men in front of him who were fighting, "Even if you want to fight, don't mess up our flower beds..."

The flowers in the yard have been trampled to rot, and that's all that is left outside.

However, before Lingxian's words were finished, Fu Jiaju was kicked hard by the officer who had regained his state, and although he used his crossed arms to offset the direct damage to his body, the person flew up.

Smashed straight into the flower bed!

And that's not all, after that, the officer who was chasing after the victory actually jumped directly into the flowerbed with flowers and plants, trampling on the plants that Qin Yue had carefully cared for, and at the same time got into a mess with Fu Jiaju again. The two of them came and went, and countless reds, reds, greens, and greens were uprooted from the soft mud on the ground by their big movements, and scattered everywhere.

A half-wet piece of mud was kicked up by them, and it slammed into Reisen's white shirt. Reisen lowered his head, looking at the marks left on his clothes by the mud that still carried the roots of the plant, and felt that a certain nerve in his brain seemed to be broken.

"You can't understand people, do you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

……