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The long whistle of "Woo ......" spread for ten miles, and the salty sea breeze blew from Zhenbao Bay, and in the sky, several thunder swallows passed through the clouds, making bursts of loud chirps.

A breeze blew, and the hair roots were pressed by the police hat on the top of the head, and the tips of the hair could only swing weakly in front of its owner's eyes.

"I'll take a look. The owner of the hair, wearing a straight police uniform, with a bright police badge hanging on his towering left chest, short hair, and a delicate little face, makes people feel a strange feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

There are a lot of equipment hanging from your waist, starting from the left side, and you can line them up in turn. Explosion-proof batons, handcuffs, identification terminals, bullet boxes, daggers, and all the way to the right waist were a black holster, revealing a dark hilt.

"Wait a minute......" Behind her, she was also dressed as an old patrol officer in his fifties, with wrinkled skin on his face, probably patrolling the seaside dock all year round, exposed to the wind and sun, and his color was eight points similar to that of a sea ghost who had been at sea all his life to beg for a living.

"Uncle Feng, these two people have been staring at Shao's gun shop for almost two hours, no problem is a ghost, we are police, don't be so cowardly, okay." After speaking, he leaned forward vigorously, broke free from the old hand behind him who was pulling the corner of his clothes, put his right hand on the holster, and walked quickly towards the two young men sitting on the stone steps opposite the gun shop.

The old patrolman, known as Uncle Feng, shook his head with a wry smile, and habitually put his right hand on the holster, looking at his expression, he knew that he didn't take it seriously at all.

Uncle Feng's name is Feng Bao, nicknamed Feng Laoshi, he is over fifty years old, and it has been a few years since he retired. Feng Laoshi is a good man, a little timid, he has worked in the patrol brigade of the Zhenbao District Bureau for more than 30 years, and he can't be more familiar with this piece.

He is timid, after all, he has been a patrolman for more than 30 years, and his eyesight is far more powerful than ordinary people.

People who are qualified to come down to gild are of course self-confident qualifications, unlike him Feng Honest, even if he retires, he is still just an ordinary little patrolman.

From the first time he saw Xiaomi, he knew that this Miss Mi was quite not simple, this was not simple, not only in Xiaomi's personal strength that he couldn't see through, but also in what Feng Laoshi cared about was that the background behind Xiaomi was much stronger than any young man who came down to gild before.

This made Feng Laoshi quite restrained and a little puzzled at the same time in the first few days. It is necessary for the person who can let the patrol captain Leng Jun accompany the smiling face to come to this ghost place to gild? What gold is there here that is worth her plating?

After a few days, Feng Laoshi figured out Xiaomi's character, the more clear her character, the more Feng Laoshi had a headache, this is an angry young man with extreme strength, sense of justice and responsibility, no wonder he was sent here.

There are three wharves, one commercial area and three residential areas in the treasure area of Pingchuan City. Needless to say, there are many people in residential areas. Not to mention the business circle, there are naturally disputes with interests. Even the three piers are not so easy to get along with. After going through it in her head, there really was only Fisherman's Wharf that suited her best.

Fisherman's Wharf, also known as the civilian wharf, is 4.6 kilometers long, has 123 berths, and the docking are small and medium-sized fishing boats.

Such a person, even Feng Laoshi can eat, let alone Miss Mi with a deep background. The arrangement of the cold brigade is really the most suitable. Xiaomi has been here for a month, and he has beaten more than a dozen little gangsters, detained three boats, and kicked two power transport vehicles.

However, compared with those people before, Xiaomi still gave him an excellent impression, at least Xiaomi will not have nothing to do, let alone oppress the good. Although her temperament is hot, she is reasonable after all.

It's this eyesight that needs to be practiced. Fisherman's Wharf is full of people every day, not to mention more than 100,000 people, responsible for the safety here, only six teams of patrol police, insufficient manpower, if there is no good eyesight, nothing to do, idle things are always indispensable.

The two young men were full of strength, and when they looked at it, Feng Laoshi could see that the two boys were still very tender, and the fetal hair had not yet faded. Counting the days, looking at the outfits on their bodies, when they occasionally look at the Shao's gun shop, the eagerness in their eyes, more time, their eyes are locked on the berth in the distance, such an obvious feature, without looking at the second glance, Feng Laoshi can guess eight or nine without leaving ten.

If you want to be a good patrolman, the most important thing is not how high your combat power is, but how good your eyesight is. If it really starts fighting, it will have to rely on the Flying Tigers, who are the combat troops of the police department.

Regardless of their identities and equipment, most of the patrol officers may not be as strong as the gangsters on the dock.

"You two, stand up and put your hands where I can see. Misu said with a tense little face. Relatives and friends praised her for her beauty, with an ageless baby face, but in the past month, she hated her appearance very much, on the dock, with such a face, there was no deterrent at all, and it was too incompatible with the patrol uniform on her body.

The thin man sitting on the left stood up, at least a head taller than Misu, definitely more than one meter eight, with a lazy look on his face, which made Misu angry when he looked at it.

As the thin man stood up, the sturdy young man on the right also stood up, this one stood up, startled Misu, and subconsciously took half a step back, this guy is at least two meters and one more, a strong elephant cow, the thin man is already quite tall, but beside him, like a child.

It was the naïve look on his face that made Misu breathe a sigh of relief, this strong man's IQ is obviously not high.

"Senior sister, my own people, is there anything wrong?" It was the thin man who spoke, still a Pi Lai elephant.

"Shut up, ask you what to answer, who is your own person with you. Misu was furious, this month of life as a patrol had taught her a lot of things, and she saw another life that had never been like it before.

This is exactly the same as the little bastards on the docks, ten little bastards, at least nine, and this is the tone as soon as they open their mouths.

"Well, even if it's not today, tomorrow will be. The thin man clearly didn't care about Misu's anger.

"Uncle Feng is on alert, you two take out your identity cards. Misu said, these two guys, the body is too oppressive, even if he is quite confident in his own strength, Misu still strictly abides by the patrol code and uses the safest way to conduct a raid.

"Alert over. Feng Bao looked helpless, but still pulled out the kinetic pistol according to his words, the muzzle of the gun drooped slightly, facing the two young people, he didn't even open the insurance, he believed that his judgment would not be wrong, the two boys who had not faded were not threatening at all.

But in order to ensure Xiaomi's safety, he still prepared the kinetic energy gun, Misu's identity is not simple, if she really has a problem here, he will be in big trouble.

"The ID card is on my chest, and I took it. The thin man reminded first, and unbuttoned the collar, revealing the blue metal ID card hanging from the safety rope inside.

Seeing that the identity cards of the two were hanging around their necks, Misu was stunned for a moment, she was naturally no stranger to this way of carrying, almost all soldiers would carry it like this. What made her blush even more was that the two metal ID cards were actually blue.

According to the Imperial Identity Management Law, the identity card for adults is green, and only minors under the age of eighteen will use the blue identity card.

It's too big, Miss Mi is so nervous about the two minors, if this spreads, won't let the brothers laugh to death?

"Throw it over. "I can't do it in my heart, but my face is still tense, two bastards, not yet adults, what are you doing when you are so tall, you are sick.

His right hand was still on the holster, and his left hand touched behind him, pulled out the wireless identifier terminal, and swiped the thin man's identity card on it with one hand.

On the dark green screen, the information on the ID card is immediately displayed.

Du Qian, male, 17 years old, born on September 18, 63502, war orphan, combat strength of 5,908, tested on June 18, 63520.

Below are the lines of detailed information, including Du Qian's parents, the time of death, and when Du Qian entered the war orphanage school.

Seeing the words war orphan, Misu's heart softened, and her tight little face melted.

War orphans refer to children whose parents died in the Great Patriotic War and whose immediate family members are unwilling to raise them, and who, when they reach the age of eight, enter a war orphan school with their consent and are raised by the state at half expense.

The Empire's policy towards minors is still quite humane, especially war orphans, their parents, who sacrificed their precious lives for the Empire, if the children's families are not well cared for, how can they win the trust of the people, and how can they continue the war?

Misu has been to the war orphanage school, in her eyes, the children there, life is not good, compared to the poor, the basic living conditions are quite reluctant, but after all, after losing their parents and relatives, the material conditions are not very good, in her eyes, these children, really pitiful.

The economy of the empire is not bad, but it is not very good, so the policy of half-money support is adopted for war orphans.

The so-called half-capital is to give war orphans two choices. If they reach the age of eighteen, are in good physical condition, and voluntarily join the Imperial Army, they will be free of maintenance, and all expenses will be deducted from the annual military expenses by the Imperial Military Administration.

If they do not wish to join the army, the alimony will be converted into half, half by the Imperial Treasury and the other half by the war orphans, who will be repaid in installments for up to thirty years. Of course, there is interest to be paid.

Whichever one is chosen, the starting point for war orphans is much lower than that of ordinary children.

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