"What are you looking at?"
Zhang Yanfeng asked while driving.
"Look at the prison."
"Why, you like it there, you want to go in
My job is to send people who are supposed to go there.”
"Oh, what a coincidence, that's how I work, too."
Zhang Yanfeng was stunned for a moment, but did not continue asking. To be honest, every time he was with Zhou Ze, he felt that his three views were under severe attack.
Zhang Yanfeng stopped the car at the entrance of the town.
"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes. What do you want to drink? It's so hot out here."
"Whatever."
Zhang Yanfeng went downstairs to buy some water. There was a small supermarket in front of him. Next to the supermarket was a lottery shop. There were a few people standing at the door, seemingly arguing about something. But when they saw a police car driving over and stopping here, and the uniformed policeman in the car also walked towards here,
The few people who were still arguing immediately ran away!
“Stop, stop!!!”
As an experienced criminal policeman, if Zhang Yanfeng still can't see that there is something fishy going on, then he could just find a piece of tofu and kill himself.
At the moment,
Lao Zhang, who originally wanted to buy cigarettes and drinks, had to start a marathon chasing game with the person in front of him.
Zhou Ze saw this scene and he also got out of the car, but he did not choose to help Lao Zhang chase the man. Instead, he took out the last cigarette from the box in his pocket and lit it.
Just blew out a puff of smoke,
A young man who was chased by Lao Zhang before actually came back.
Those guys must have run away separately. Lao Zhang had no choice but to choose one of them and chase after him. After all, he couldn't use shadow clones.
The other party ran back specifically to check the electric bike. He just jumped onto the bike, inserted the key, unlocked it and started it, all in one go.
Zhou Ze smiled.
Although he was too lazy to bother and had no interest in helping Lao Zhang play a racing game, at this moment, the other person had already come to him on his own initiative, and it would be a bit unreasonable for him to let him leave.
At the moment,
Zhou Ze walked over and slapped the other party in the face before he could attack.
In fact, you are supposed to wear a helmet when driving an electric scooter these days, but not many people actually wear it, and this guy is no exception, so Boss Zhou slapped him hard.
The other person happened to be turning the handle to accelerate, and was suddenly stunned by the slap. The car moved forward, but the person stopped and fell directly off the car. The electric bike fell a few meters ahead.
"Police, don't move."
Zhou Ze scolded with a cigarette in his mouth.
The young man squatted on the ground, his eyes constantly scanning Zhou Ze.
"Oh, you're not a policeman."
Before Zhou Ze could ask why he could read people so accurately, the other party pulled out a switchblade from his arms and rushed towards Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze subconsciously took a step back.
This time,
Boss Zhou promised,
He didn't forget that he had armor!!!
I really didn’t forget!
But there are many shops at the entrance of this town, and there were many people watching the police arresting people. There were even many people taking videos with their mobile phones and planning to post them on WeChat Moments to show off.
If Boss Zhou summons the armor at this time,
Of course, he could be invulnerable to swords and guns and knock down the idiot in front of him.
But he also had to become famous.
When these videos and onlookers spread this scene, it is estimated that many people will be shocked:
Oh my god,
Armor Hero is actually real!
As soon as Zhou Ze stepped back, the other party immediately withdrew his hand and prepared to go back to pick up the electric bike and continue running. He didn't really want to stab anyone.
But when the young man turned around, he felt that the guy who had just been pushed back by him was running up again.
He didn't care about anything else at the moment and just turned around and slashed at him with his knife.
In fact, people who really know how to use this kind of switchblade usually use it for stabbing, not the ancient-style broadsword. Sweeping or chopping people can only cause some external injuries, while the wound caused by a stabbing is truly terrifying.
When Zhou Ze was a doctor in his previous life, he took over an emergency case. The victim was a middle school student who had an argument with another middle school student and was stabbed with a switchblade by the latter. The wound was too deep and damaged his internal organs. Although he tried his best to rescue him, he could not be saved. The person who stabbed him was also confused and knelt on the ground begging the doctor to save him when he came to the hospital with him.
Of course, although such a sweep is not likely to be fatal, Boss Zhou is not a masochist, and he does not think that having a few more scars on his body can make him more powerful and majestic.
At that moment, the nail on his right hand grew a little longer and he grabbed the switchblade directly.
It is unlikely to perform a transformation of the Armor Hero for the onlookers.
But there is no problem in demonstrating how to snatch a blade with bare hands.
There was only a "crunch" sound.
The switchblade was caught by Zhou Ze's fingernails and then twisted.
The young man was stunned with fear.
no way,
Don't say he is indeed a fool.
Even among those desperate criminals who have killed people, how many of them have experience fighting zombies
While the other party was in a daze, Zhou Ze quickly approached and pierced his nails into the other party's wrist. The other party shuddered violently, foamed at the mouth, and fell directly to the ground as if he had a seizure.
Boss Zhou spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, sat on the other person, and at the same time called out to the auntie who was happily taking photos with her mobile phone in the hardware store opposite:
"Excuse me, lend me a rope!"
The aunt nodded immediately and went back to the store to look around. She didn't find a suitable rope, but she was decisive and directly pulled down the telephone line in the store and handed it to Zhou Ze.
"Thanks."
Zhou Ze tied up the man's hands with telephone wire and then sat down next to him.
On the other side, Zhang Yanfeng also came back, also holding down a middle-aged man, who had his hands handcuffed and was being pushed forward.
"You can." Zhang Yanfeng looked at Zhou Ze with some surprise, then took out his cell phone and called the bureau.
Although he has not been interrogated yet, he does not know what he has done.
But anyone who is not blind can see that it would be strange if someone who runs away when he sees the police is fine.
About ten minutes later, police officers from the local police station arrived and helped to capture the two people and sent them to the police station for custody.
Zhang Yanfeng patted the dust off his body, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, took a long breath, and said:
"Damn, I'm so tired, I can really run."
"You really run fast."
"Unfortunately, I still lost one."
Zhang Yanfeng gritted his teeth. He couldn't shoot when the situation was unclear. If they were chasing criminals in an open and aboveboard manner, he could shoot and stop them if they wanted to escape, but Officer Zhang couldn't do such a thing as shooting based on suspicion alone.
"If it were the Americans, they would just open fire." Zhou Ze joked.
"So I personally always feel that America is not as safe as here."
Zhang Yanfeng bought cigarettes from the small supermarket next door, took two bottles of water, and gave one to Zhou Ze.
Then, he answered another call, and after hanging up, he nodded to Zhou Ze and said, "Colleagues from the bureau are here too. Are you interested in sitting in?"
"Is it appropriate?"
"It's very easy to get a consultant status in the police station. When my father was a police officer a few years ago, economic fraud cases had just become prevalent. It was difficult for them, a bunch of old detectives who only knew how to catch criminals, to handle economic fraud cases. They only gradually got the hang of it by looking for consultants everywhere.
The police are not all-round warriors and encyclopedias, so it is not difficult to find a few helpers and consultants."
"What do you think they do?" Zhou Ze asked.
"I don't know, but he ran away when he saw the police. I guess he might be dealing in powder."
At this time, Zhang Yanfeng seemed to remember something, and immediately rushed to the door of the lottery station where several people had gathered before, but found that no one was inside, so he asked his neighbors,
"Where's the lottery ticket seller?"
"Yellow Hair, he ran away. He ran away when you were chasing him. His home is nearby."
The owner of the supermarket next door answered.
"Oh shit!"
Zhang Yanfeng threw the iced cola in his hand to the ground and asked, "Where does he live?"
"Turn left in front and go into the white two-story building with a red iron gate, and that's his house."
Zhang Yanfeng ran over immediately, and Zhou Ze had no choice but to follow him.
The iron gate was open. The two men walked into each other's house and found that the door of the room inside was also open. An old lady was sitting in the main room, leaning on a chair with a cane. She was a little puzzled to see two strangers breaking in.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a policeman. Does the young man with yellow hair who runs a lottery station on the street live here?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
“He is my grandson…” The old lady hesitated to speak, as if she was having an ideological struggle, and then immediately said: “He just ran back home, found a bag of things, and then ran out again, saying that he was going out to hide.
Police comrade, has my grandson done anything illegal? You must help him. My grandson is not a bad person. His parents are working in other places. No one takes care of him. He dropped out of school early... "
As she said that, the old lady dropped her crutches and knelt down, hugging Zhang Yanfeng's legs.
"Old man... you... you should get up quickly... you..."
"What did he take?" Zhang Yanfeng asked as he helped the old man up.
"I don't know either. He went to his room..." The old lady pointed to a room in the inner room, "he took a bag of things and ran out."
Zhang Yanfeng immediately walked into the room and found some copper coins scattered on the floor.
Zhou Ze walked over, squatted down, picked up the copper coin, then frowned, a look of disgust appeared on his face. The copper coin was Qianlong Tong Bao.
"Smuggling cultural relics?"
The investigation and interrogation over there has not yet produced any results, so Zhang Yanfeng can only guess first.
"No, it can be more precise."
Zhou Ze pointed at the copper coin.
"It should be a tomb robber."
"How do you know?"
"Because it smells like a corpse."
A while ago, Lao Xu was poisoned by a corpse, and I was busy thinking of various ways to help him detoxify. At that time, Lao Xu had this kind of smell on his body, a stench that only occurs long after a person has died.