I rushed to Yang Luo and tried to kick him. Yang Luo waved: "stop!"
Surprisingly, the fat man's raised foot really stopped in mid air without kicking it.
When people looked at Yang Luo suspiciously, they found that he was wandering in front of the fat man with a small green book in his hand. "Don't you doubt the origin of the gun? This is a gun license."
The fat man slowly put down his feet and took over the small book. When he opened it, his face changed from red to white again. His eyes were firmly fixed on the words "General Office of the Central Military Commission.". Cold sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breath was a little short.
What does this gun license say? This shows that the guy with mental problems in front of him has a big head. The gun is not only legal, but also he can shoot at all problematic targets without paying legal responsibility, that is, to prove that the target he shot is innocent in the end, it must be handled by the functional departments of the Central Military Commission, and all other power departments have no right to interfere.
The fat man's hand began to tremble. Yang Luo smiled and held out two fingers to take the gun license: "fat man! Can I go now?"
The fat man nodded stupidly, and Yang Luo smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Good bye, brother. I'll go to the dock sometime."
The fat man watched Yang Luo leave with a sigh of relief. As soon as his heart was half relaxed, the corner of his eyes suddenly jumped wildly, because he saw that the psychopath had returned.
Yang Luo came over and asked seriously, "fat man! I really don't look like a hooligan in this outfit?" The fat man nodded.
Yang Luo frowned and said, "you are a policeman. You must have caught many hooligans. Tell me how to dress up to look like a hooligan?" The fat man is almost crying. If he goes on like this, he must be insane by this psychopath.
The fat man was sad and didn't know how to answer. Yang Luo waved his hand. "Forget it! I'll go back and study it myself." Then he turned and left.
Bei yinyao stood there and watched Yang Luo disappear into the crowd. She felt a little lost, as if she had lost something important.
This time, the fat man put his heart down when he saw Yang Luo disappear completely. A police officer said, "section chief! The certificate he showed you can't be fake."
The fat man glared at him: "I've been a policeman for so many fucking years, can't I even see the truth?"
The policeman said innocently: "but I can't believe that this psychopath's gun is legal."
The fat man didn't pay attention to him any more. He felt shocked when he walked to the body. "One shot, two lives."
The major came over and squatted down to check the deep bullet holes in the bandit's sun. "It should be a steel core bullet, otherwise it won't have such great penetration. Especially in that case, I admire his accurate judgment and shooting speed."
The fat man took a deep breath. "I don't know his identity."
The major thought for a moment and said, "there is only one possibility that he has no officer's certificate but carries a gun, and a gun license issued by the Central Military Commission. This guy was once a soldier, and his identity is very special. He must have many secrets. This gun should be for his self-defense."
Fat man is really regretful now, and wants to slap himself twice. Why don't you think about it more? Since people dare to take out the gun in front of the police, it proves that the gun is legal.
Yang Luo has been wandering in the street since he came out, muttering: "what clothes should a hooligan wear? How should he look like it?" Then he looked at his clothes and said, "isn't my dress really like this?"