Hidden Assassin

It was late at night, with the bright lights on, but in any case there was a hard-on feeling between the police stations, and six or seven policemen came out of their offices and looked at the chaos between the corridors. A young girl who had just joined the police force after graduating from school had previously napped in her office and the whole window had suddenly burst into pieces. At this time, the frightened and somewhat overwhelmed clerk stood at the door, looking at the distorted and deformed window, and at the two teenagers confronted in front, staring at her.

The little prince of Thai boxing was only arrested at night. Mu Qingqing's side may have some unclear information, but the police officers in the next few rooms have asked for clarification. Chillivan and Choi Guohua are pushing, and outsiders can't see too many doorways for a while. For a moment, all of us don't know what to do, just look at it with confusion. After a few seconds, Silwan felt something was wrong. According to his own instruction, once the attack was launched, he had to give the other party no chance to breathe like a storm. As a result, after being slapped, Amre stood there in a position, not knowing whether he was stunned or angry by the insult of this slap, and even his body had a slight tremor.

How much force can a slap have before listening to the sound of a slap on the face, although loud, is just a very ordinary slap, the insult is far more than the actual injury. Although Siriwang is a Thai boxing master, he really needs to stop an agent, how long can he stop it? After complaining for a few seconds, he suddenly heard Amre shout, rushing and waving at the teenager in front again!

Meanwhile, Choi Guohua's hands snapped apart, shook Silwan's suppression, and the gunpoint lifted high and Qi: “Freeze!” Chillivan's hands pressed down again. Choi Guohua's eyes flashed sharply and was ready to pull the trigger.

The next moment, the gun didn't ring.

At this point, the radius of the two men's movements had become intense and the two policemen next to them had reacted, knowing that he had to pull out guns in order to prevent the two foreigners from committing crimes at the police station. However, at that moment, no one could pull the trigger in time, Choi Guohua, Silwan, and the surrounding police were attracted to the action of Vietnamese teenagers in front of them.

Just now, the Thai boxer kicked the iron window with his unmatched whip leg. At this time, he took two steps. One punch had not fully swung, and his left leg curved strangely. As a result, his whole body lost its balance. He took two steps in a row to the left, and then barely straightened his left leg and settled his figure. Again, with an already substandard Thai boxing momentum, Amre shook her head gently and began to wheeze. He retracted his left hand, wiped the sweat bead on his face, and rubbed it to the third lower point, unconsciously stroking it towards his ear, one or two times... In the bright light of the corridor, the trace of blood from his left ear along his touch coated his cheek, appeared particularly striking...

At this time, the policeman standing not far in front of him could see more clearly. As the blood spilled in the juvenile's ears, then the nosebleeds also seemed to dictate the continuous use of the embankment. The congestion in his left eye turned red and half his cheek was stained with blood red by the subconscious touch of the juvenile. After a while, he slowly lifted his hand and stared steadily at the blood in his hand, muttering several Vietnamese words and then turned his eyes to the young man in front.

“Uh... don't look at me like that... what's wrong with you... are you sick... have you suffered internal injuries before? Hey... you... you... why are you looking at me like that, I just hit you gently..."

In front of him, Jia Ming also seemed scared by this strange scene. As he spoke and defended himself, looking at this strange scene, his cheeks also appeared slightly twitchy, his mouth jumped and jumped. Two steps back to the safe distance, an innocent stare in the hand, and a plastic bag with a thousand layers of cake in it, are also swinging innocently in the air.

Seeing this happening, Silwan and Choi Guohua had also stopped the Tai Chi pusher between them and walked this way. Silwan sat down by the wall holding his disciple, checking his bloody cheeks, and the two spoke a few words in Thai, occasionally looking up at the minds standing aside to make innocent gestures. Choi Guohua stood nearby with his pistol, looking at Amre on the ground, looking at Jiaming again, stalling, shrugging and asking silently. Jia Ming was also a little underground teenager. He lit his cheek and opened his hand, indicating that he was innocent. It probably means: “I just hit him gently. Who knew he was so fragile...”

“Alas, call a doctor, call a doctor...”

When he slapped people like this, things really went too far. Choi Guohua shook his head and asked the policemen behind him to get a doctor as soon as possible. Still thinking about how to get better, a shadow of thunderstorm arose beside him, Xiliwang rushed straight towards Jiaming, while Choi Guohua lifted his hand and pulled the trigger without thinking.

“Stop! ”

“Bang--”

The bullet almost crossed from Silwan's side, the porcelain fragments splattered on the wall, and Jiaming's body was swept out by a fierce leg whip, severely smashing into the wall at the end of the corridor a few meters away, slowly slipping to the ground.

“Didn't you hear me tell you to stop...”

Choi Guohua roared and pressed the gun directly on Silwan's head. That Silwan's purpose was achieved. At this time, he could not dare to fight any more with agents who really dared to shoot, but turned back and looked at him coldly. Looking at Silwan over here, Choi Guohua shouted at the end of the corridor: "Hey, are you okay? How can I tell your sister when you're dead? ”

“Of course... nothing...” Rubbing his hands and chest, Jia Ming slowly stood up against the wall and took a break before coming forward and picked up the bag of thousand layers of cake on the ground, "Luckily, I practiced my ability to escape and resist blows well, what Thai boxing master, I vomit...”

He spit a little blood on the ground without hesitation, and Jia Ming rubbed his mouth corner: “I heard Thai boxing is the kind of punch that can kick a dead man's fist. Now even I can stop it. You didn't eat today? Here's a thousand layers of cake. Would you like one? I bought it on my way over. ”

Standing in front of the Thai boxing teacher with his pistol against his forehead, the family raised the plastic bag in his hand with no expression. Two people looked at him like that for a few seconds. Jiaming threw up several times on the ground with blood saliva, then compared to a middle finger, and turned away: “Pfft, Pfft, Pfft, Pfft, Pfft... I won't eat it. I'll go to the detention room myself. You can investigate the matter slowly, but it's none of my business. I just slapped him. He must have had internal injuries or something in the morning... Didn't you say that Wu gave him an iron hill, Pfft, it's too powerful...”

Shortly afterwards, in a room on the ground floor, Jiaming opened the door and saw the lavender, quiet and sand sitting inside. The TV in the corner of the room was playing a soap opera at midnight, with fruit juice and melons in front of them.

“Wow, I thought you guys had been arrested and suffered. Who knew it was a vacation? I knew I could come later.” Jia Ming closed the door with a smile, Kaoru stood up, his hands folded in front of him and bowed. Sha Sha was not so polite, he rushed over and hammered him.

“And you say, can we go now? ”

“The guy named Choi Guohua brought it over, said not to do it, and he let his men move in too.” Sober said with a smile, "but we didn't drink a bite. ”

“Oh, there's no need to be so protective of them.” Jia Ming laughed and raised the bag in his hand, "I'm afraid we won't be able to leave for a while. Have you had dinner yet? ”

“Not yet." Sasha laughed and took the bag and threw it in her mouth. "Well, by the way, what happened out there? It seemed so confusing, we heard gunshots... but Kaoru said it must have been a gunfight...” They were waiting to go out too, but when Jiaming arrived, they all relaxed, and there was no intention to ask why they couldn't leave for the time being.

Jiaming looked at Moon Pool Kaoru, sitting quietly beside him, and then shook his hand with a smile: “I heard it too, it was gunfire, but chaos. That's what the little monks made out of it. I'll tell you later, come on, eat some snacks first, drink their drinks don't matter, don't worry... When I came over, I saw that the store on the street was not about the door, it smelled like bananas, you always liked to eat, smell it, eat it too. ”

“Yes.”

The quiet Japanese girl nodded and took a piece of it. The soap opera on TV routinely shows the blood drama of another dog. The sand is smelly. The serenity is not as big as hers. After seeing Jiaming sitting beside him, he found the dust and stains on his back: “What's wrong with you? You got so dirty in the back... you got in a fight..."

“Well, the Thai boxing boy was caught in the police station to disgust me. When he saw me, he chased me out and hit me, so I slapped him gently...” Jia Ming shrugged his shoulder without a reason.

“A slap?” He thought softly and looked home and asked softly.

“Don't worry.” Jia Ming laughed, “he won't die. ”

……

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The three girls deliberately arranged in a quiet corner here did not know, because this was an understated slap, at a time when there was a bit of confusion in the whole police station, of course, the most troubled was the national security unit headed by Choi Guohua.

Take the injured Amre to the ambulance and send him away. Choi Guohua finds Xiaowu: “Hey, let me ask you something, will you be a little too hard at night?” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)