After the internal road of the town, take the interstate road, and then the road is smooth, and you will reach Isecourt in a straight line for 30 kilometers.

Bad luck, not long after driving, a police car caught up from behind and signaled Zhang Jing to pull over.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, Zhang Jing took the initiative to stop and get out of the car early.

At this time, the police car behind it had just stopped, and two Asian police officers stepped out of the police car.

"Do you have a gun?" One of the policemen asked in English.

Zhang Jing shook his head.

"What about the car, are there any guns?"

Shaking his head slowly again, Zhang Jing noticed a frightened situation.

Five-meter metal detection found that the police G~Locke pistols carried by the two policemen in front of them were in a loaded state.

The bullet was in the chamber.

Also because the G~Locke police pistol does not have any manual insurance, as long as the finger is on the board machine, you can shoot if you press it down.

This shows that as long as they are willing, Zhang Jing may be killed in the next second.

The brain rotated at high speed, and I carefully recalled the pistol of the skinny and tall policeman Joe, although it was also the same model, but it definitely did not remain loaded!

What does this mean?

Unprecedented, Zhang Jing felt a huge panic for the first time!

What is the crime of killing a police officer?

The thought was only in a thought, and when he saw a touch of abuse from the corner of the other party's mouth, Zhang Jing decisively took out the M500 and directly buckled the board machine.

There was a loud bang, and an adult-sized fist-sized hole appeared in the chest of the policeman in front of him.

Another policeman didn't expect his companion to die so quickly, so he decisively pressed down the board machine and shot Zhang Jing twice with a bang.

Hurt!

Zhang Jing was repelled by the bullet and fired a second shot, and half of the second policeman's head exploded.

Auntie really didn't deceive people, M500 power is really not blown, the effect is just right, rubbing is crippled, next to death.

The question is, what now?

Zhang Jing trembled and called lawyer Shen Mingming.

"I shot and killed two policemen on the road from Whitefish Town to Isserge, what now?"

Shen Mingming was playing a game with the blonde secretary in the office, and subconsciously asked, "Why did you kill them?" Quickly describe the process in detail! ”

"I was driving normally and they caught up from behind and told me to stop;

Then I got out of the car first, and they asked me if I had a gun on me, and I said no;

But I noticed that their pistols were all loaded, and when they showed bad intentions, I shot first. ”

Shen Mingming was confused, "Don't you have no guns on you?" ”

"Don't dwell on this matter now, I'm hiding it well."

“OK!” Shen Mingming quickly advised, "You put down the gun now, call the police immediately, and say that if you encounter a fake policeman, it's best to take off your clothes, and I'll come over now!" ”

"Okay."

Zhang Jing hung up the phone and noticed that vehicles were coming and going on the road, and he was already calling the police.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, he calmly lowered his pistol, then walked to the rear body of the pickup, lifted the tarp, and transferred two tons of silver from the Mithril space and put it in the rear body.

Then he called the police, and at the same time stripped himself naked, leaving only a pair of shorts in the cold wind, which looked absolutely harmless.

The first time I killed someone, I killed two policemen.

God forbid, just when Zhang Jing was under great mental pressure, the first to arrive was an acquaintance.

Whitefish Town Skinny Tall Cop Joe. Taylor, and his colleague Eddie Hurt.

Looking at the two police officers on the ground who were in a terrible state of death, Joe. Taylor was confused.

"They are fake policemen who want to rob me of the silver in my car," Zhang Jing was cold and scared, fighting between his upper and lower teeth, but his tone was affirmative: "They shot at me, but fortunately I was wearing body armor." ”

Joe. Taylor walked over to the pickup truck and lifted the corner of the tarp, revealing some silver nuggets inside.

Then he walked over to the two dead bodies, trying to test his neck veins and see if there was any air.

As a result, there was no need to try at all, a large hole was opened in the chest, and half of the head was shattered.

Look at the ground again, the M500 revolver, known as the hand cannon, Joe. Taylor cramped at the corner of his mouth.

The shooting of two police officers is a big case.

Soon, more police cars, police, and reporters arrived.

Seeing a fat policeman walking towards him in handcuffs, Zhang Jing was scared, he didn't want to go to jail.

"Wait!"

A middle-aged man in civilian clothes held up his ID from the pocket of the corpse and shouted, "They are fake police!" ”

One sentence detonated many reporters outside the police cordon to scramble to ask questions.

"The body camera is not turned on," the middle-aged man squatted next to the corpse, holding up a pistol to check, "the bullet in the gun is loaded." ”

As more favorable evidence was released, Zhang Jing's mood was like a roller coaster.

The fat dun policeman looked at Zhang Jing, and then at the handcuffs, which were almost locked.

Zhang Jing retracted his outstretched hand and didn't lock it for the fat policeman.

"Thank you for your outstanding contribution to keeping Seattle safe." The fat dun policeman complimented.

Zhang Jing was still a serious criminal just now, and he became the embodiment of justice in just a few minutes.

At this time, Shen Mingming arrived and learned that Zhang Jing had killed two fake policemen, which was more surprised than Zhang Jing killing two real policemen.

"How did you do that?" Shen Mingming didn't understand, "Two to one, the other party or the police?" ”

"They obviously have bad intentions, they want to kill people, they want to rob my things," Zhang Jing explained, "I didn't know they were fake policemen." ”

Shen Mingming gave a thumbs up, "I was almost scared out of a heart attack by you!" ”

"Thank you."

Zhang Jing sincerely thanked Shen Mingming, his experience allowed Zhang Jing to reduce a lot of risks.

For example, calling the police and saying that he met a fake policeman, this can prevent him from being driven to the police and indiscriminately and directly burst out.

For example, taking off your clothes, although it is cold, it is reassuring that there is no gun hidden on your body.

Otherwise, it is also possible to be directly abrupt by the police who arrive later.

I also want to thank Aunt Susan for selling body armor to herself, otherwise she would have been shot twice in the body and would have died.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Jing is still alive is more on his own.

On the occasion of a thousand equals, fight decisively and courageously.

This includes transferring two tons of silver into the wagon, and if it was a real policeman who was killed, they were determined to revolt for money.

In other words, why did such an unlucky thing fall on you?

Could it be that you forgot to incense Brother Cheng?

It's not Qingming.

"This is your revolver."

The thin gaucho handed the M500 with a black grip and a silver gun body to Zhang Jing.

"Thank you," Zhang Jing took the left wheel and thanked Qiao, "Lucky you were the first to arrive, otherwise I would have been the other police officers to rush directly, right?" ”

"Probably not," reassured Joe, "when I arrived, you didn't have a gun in your hand, and you took off your clothes." ”

"What can I do for you?" Zhang Jing asked.

"The Whitefish Town Police Department is a small police station, there are only five people, and the various budgets are small, can you donate some money? Let's have money to buy gifts for our children at Christmas? ”

"Are you so direct?"

Joe. Taylor shrugged, "You asked." ”

"No problem," Zhang Jing promised, "I will ask Ba to transfer 10,000 meters to the town police station for donation." ”

"Wow~"

Joe. Taylor's eyes were bright, thinking it was only two or three thousand, and he promised, "There will be no less than two irregular patrols a day on the seven-kilometer gravel road leading to the Champion Racecourse. ”

Zhang Jing didn't expect that there would be such benefits in donations, and he actually felt like he had earned it.

No one else paid attention to himself, Zhang Jing asked Qiao, "Can I leave now?" ”

"You have so much silver in your car, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you."

"It's us who thank you, the Whitefish Town Police Department has a very small public budget, salary, vehicle maintenance, police station house maintenance, fuel costs, etc., and it can barely survive with donations from a few residents in the town."

Open the head of the spot, refresh the three views.

Isn't it enough for the salaries of police, firefighting, education, and civil servants to be supported by property taxes?