Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 212: Are you going to eat fried fish fragrant fins as a meal?
While Officer Xia, who was disguised as Xiao Heizi, was questioning, Minamoto and Russell had already sent the dying Omi Eiichiro to see Amaterasu, and returned to the scene of the crime after the logistics staff packed his body. Russell admired the strange woman who randomly shot and killed the A-level Deadpool, and he wanted to meet her to express his admiration no matter what.

However, when they arrived at the scene, they found several burly logistics specialists huddled together and rolling forward, with two Mercedes-Benzes flashing behind them.

"What happened?" Russell was a little suspicious that they had neglected their duties and started a performance art during the execution of the mission, and sincerely apologized for his previous suspicion of the minister. It turned out that the people in the execution department were really unreliable.

Yuan Zhisheng tried to stop the performance of "Roll, Commissioner!" "A few people in the group asked what happened, but were surprised to find that the other person changed directions and continued to roll around them. His movements were silky and smooth, as if he was an automatic sweeping robot in the future.

"Something's wrong." Yuan Zhisheng, who had dealt with many fierce ghosts with strange abilities, immediately realized that these people should be controlled by someone.

Swinging the scabbard, he knocked out the sweeping robot and the two drivers in the car. He said to Russell, "Watch them," and rushed towards the scene of the shooting.

He was very fast, and within five seconds he saw the Ferrari and a patrolman riding a Harley police car holding a notebook and recording something.

The blazing golden eyes narrowed slightly, and Yuan Zhisheng did not notice any dangerous aura, but this was obviously not in line with common sense.

Even with his "Emperor" qualifications, he cannot sense the existence of danger, which means that the enemy's strength may be beyond imagination.

Putting his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, Yuan Zhisheng's steps became slower and slower. Looking at the young patrolman who seemed to have flaws all over his body but also seemed to have no flaws at all, he felt hesitantly not knowing where to strike.

It felt like a young and accomplished swordsman came down the mountain excitedly to become famous, but as soon as he arrived at Novice Village, he faced an old swordsman who had retired from the world.

As if he noticed someone approaching, the young patrolman made a wait gesture to the woman in the car, and then took out two... bangles under Yuan Zhisheng's vigilant gaze?
What the hell?

Looking at the black wooden box, Yiyuan, despite his childish nature, couldn't help but feel a little baffled at this moment. Could it be that the other party used this thing to control those commissioners?

But there seems to be no similar word spirit on the periodic table of word spirits.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind for the time being, Yuan Zhisheng, with an attitude of rather trusting him than trusting him, drew his knife and rushed towards the young police officer.

Even if he has confidence in his own strength, it doesn't mean that he will just wait for others to take action.

Reality is not a tokusatsu drama like Kamen Rider. There are only those idiot villains in cartoons who will just stand there and wait for the protagonist to complete his transformation.

Yuan Zhisheng exploded with all his strength like a cannonball across a distance of several meters in an instant. The blade of the sword turned into a white streak in the air. With such a terrifying speed of swinging the sword, even if he was using the back of the sword, the patrolman His arm will definitely not be saved.

However, the patrolman didn't even look at the approaching and dangerous blade, and lightly tapped the clapper in his hand.

The two small wooden sticks turned into some kind of musical instruments in his hands, playing weird music of "plop".

Yuan Zhisheng, who hit like a cannonball, suddenly lost his indomitable momentum as if he had hit a special gel the moment the bang sounded.

The power was withdrawn from his body like an ebbing tide, and a look of pain appeared on his indifferent face. Then he lost all strength on the spot and fell down, hitting the Ferrari's taillight heavily under the influence of inertia.

There was a "bang" sound, and another tens of thousands of dollars of damage was caused to the car.

The violent impact caused the Ferrari body to shake suddenly. Su Xiaoqiang in the car was startled. He looked back but saw nothing.

"What...what's going on?" Ms. Susan, who had been on tenterhooks all afternoon, couldn't stand it any longer. Her right hand once again held the Beretta 3032 Tomcat that killed the A-level Deadpool. "Oh, don't be nervous, Ms. Susan. Just now, a turtle that lost its way on the road of life accidentally hit your car's taillight. I will let him compensate according to the price." Xia Di took back the two black wooden sticks. Pocket, softly comforting the frightened Susan:

"But there is one thing I must remind you, that is, never reach for your gun in front of other American police officers, otherwise my colleagues will empty the magazine without hesitation. You must know that in this impetuous society, not everyone Someone as loving and kind as me.”

"Oh, thank you, thank you." Ms. Susan moved her slightly trembling hands after hearing this, and then rested her head on the steering wheel as if she had collapsed, with tears flashing in her eyes.

Today was originally a good day to connect with customers and was about to complete a large order. However, first there was a bombing at my daughter's school, and then the quiet and peaceful New York City turned into a mess. New York City turned into Liberty City, and everywhere It's Grand Theft Auto.

And just now I was forced to kill someone, which felt terrible.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoqiang quickly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. She opened the driver's door and hugged her mother to give each other strength. This touching scene made Xia Di take off her glasses and wipe the non-existent eye stains. She was very generous. Hand them a pack of tissues to wipe away their tears.

After a while, the emotions of the mother and daughter finally stabilized. Ms. Susan looked at Xia Di again. She was somewhat blind and asked hesitantly: "Excuse me, have we met somewhere?"

虽然她是个时尚设计师，但主营方向是珠宝配饰，所以脸盲是很正常的一件事，当初她和老公相恋也不是因为他长得帅，而是被他结实耐揍的身板给Impressed.

"Oh, I have a twin brother who works as a charterer near Hehe Middle School. He also has his own Heizi restaurant. The most famous dishes are pan-fried fish, rice with fragrant wings, steamed shrimp heads in black sauce, resin oil cakes...eat All the customers who have passed by said yes." Xia Di pointed to Su Xiaoqiang's student ID card on the passenger seat, indicating that they should have met her when going to and from school.

"That's it. We must try it next time we have the chance." Ms. Susan nodded and asked if she wanted to follow him to the police station to take notes.

"No need, for the sake of fellow Chinese people, I will help you settle this matter. No one will come to trouble you in the future." Xia Di waved his hand, and this time he used a straight tone. Yuan said in Mandarin, and took out a pocket version of the pink Leita M92F pistol from the bag on the side of the Harley, and put it on Su Xiaoqiang's student ID card:
"Little girl, you can't protect yourself or your mother with a dagger alone in America. You need a good weapon."

The girl nodded in confusion, feeling that the gift was heavy. She didn't know whether it was the other person's intention or the weight of the gun: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xia Di smiled, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a golden-haired head not far away looking this way, and told the mother and daughter to leave first, while he wanted to deal with follow-up matters.

Su Xiaoqiang, who had returned to the car, looked at Xia Di, whose warm smile gave people a sense of security. A trace of longing and longing flashed in her eyes: "Brother, can you tell me your real name?"

The little girl was not stupid. She knew that Xia Di had not told the truth just now. At this time, her delicate and bright face with a bit of arrogance was full of seriousness and sincerity, and it seemed that she would not leave until she gave her a satisfactory answer.

"My name is Charlotte, and I work for the New York Police Department. The chief is Broken Moon, the police chief is Nestle, and the police dog is called Severe Punishment. If you don't believe it, you can go to the [Beep——] station to check."

"I remember!" The girl nodded seriously, then waved her little hand to say goodbye to Xia Di.

Watching the Ferrari, which had to be returned to the factory for repair, slowly leave, Xia Di looked at Yuan Zhisheng, who had fallen to the ground and fell into a coma, and kicked him in the waist, but he didn't wake up.

"It's good to be young, just fall asleep." Xia Di lamented the quality of his sleep, and then shouted to the shrinking golden retriever Russell not far away:
"What are you looking at? We've come here to collect the bodies. It's so cold on the ground. What should we do if we catch a cold later?!"

With that said, he didn't wait for the golden retriever to respond, and rode back on his Harley motorcycle to watch the child being beaten... Oh no, he went back to the police station to resume his duties.

Seeing that the scary guy finally left, the golden retriever Russell cautiously came over, stretched out his hand to check Yuan Zongsheng's breath, and confirmed that he was still alive. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and carried him on his shoulders and ran back. .

Minister, something big happened this time!
(End of this chapter)