bdsm-fiction Chapter 182
Chapter 182
These big guys in the corridor.
They are all a group of ruthless hooligans, so when faced with the police officers rushing over, although most of them were forced to squat with their heads in their hands, there are still a few vicious guys who choose to fight.
They started to push and shove the police officers, and shouted that the police beat people to death.
The situation is about to get out of control again.
Seeing this, Su Ming rushed up without saying a word, holding the police gun.
He kicked a strong man with a tattoo on his neck and hit him against the wall like a cannonball.
He slapped a man with a crew cut and almost half of his teeth fell out under his huge palm. He turned around and punched another man in the chest. Before he could take off, Su Ming grabbed his suit tightly and pulled him back, and raised his hand to throw him to the ground.
A thin man beside him narrowed his eyes unkindly. Seeing that Su Ming was killing people everywhere, he took out a three-edged military bayonet from his arms and stabbed Su Ming's back without any hesitation.
But he didn't expect that the sturdy policeman in front of him was as agile as a monkey. He slightly turned sideways to avoid the knife. Then, a fist that was rapidly enlarged like a casserole came into view.
It hit the face of the little man hard, and the force was so fierce that he almost became the second He Lao Si.
His feet flew five or six meters in the air before falling to the ground.
In less than a breath, Su Ming raised his hand and knocked down five or six people.
At the same time, he looked around. In the whole corridor, if there were any hooligans who dared to stand, he would go up and kick them down.
The chaotic scene gradually calmed down under Su Ming's violent suppression.
The hooligans on the first floor corridor were no longer as arrogant as before. They all squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, but from time to time they would sneak a peek at the figure who looked more like a gangster than them.
The bulging muscles made the police uniform tight, and the height of more than two meters and three meters and the momentum of a gangster who had killed countless people.
Is this a policeman?
The attack was ruthless and cruel. At the least, the bones and tendons were broken, and at the worst, like He Laosi, he wanted to kick the chin to the top of the head. They glanced at the guy who just used the bayonet. At this time, he was also in a formal suit and vomiting blood bubbles.
It is estimated that he is not far from burping.
They are really convinced. If he is so good at fighting, he can be a policeman. Wouldn’t it be better to be a gangster boss?
Is the gold content of the current establishment so high?
The police officers saw that so many gangsters were more obedient than children in kindergarten under the patient "persuasion" of Su.
Let alone the admiration in their hearts, they all looked at Su Ming with admiration.
Any of Bai Jinhan's scoundrels, if picked out individually, would be a famous character in Jiangbei.
But unfortunately, they met their instructor.
Tsk tsk tsk....
This won't work.
After Zhang Bo saw that the situation was completely under control, he slowly put the police gun in his hand into the gun bag and strode towards Su Ming. He asked solemnly: "Su Ming, how is your leg!"
"It's okay, the bullet didn't hit me, it just happened to rub past my leg." After the violent output just now, Su Ming's anger was vented, and his mood returned to normal. He waved his hand and explained with a smile.
As he said this, he pulled his police pants so that Director Zhang could see clearly.
Although the bullet holed the pants, it only rubbed a bloody mark on the calf.
It looks very scary. If the bullet was a little more off, it would probably hit Su Ming.
Fortunately, fortunately...
Zhang Bo checked Su Ming's injuries and put his worries aside. He sighed and patted his chest: "It's okay, it's okay! Fortunately, the bullet missed, otherwise..."
"Otherwise I'd be fine, don't worry, Chief Zhang! I'm very tough, don't worry!"
Zhao Yifan stood in front of Su Ming with guilt and sighed deeply: "Su Ming, blame me this time, I don't know when He Laosi stole my gun... Find a place to bandage the wound on your leg first."
"We are all brothers, why are there so many polite words! Look at your pants, you just got kicked, right? This big footprint! Wipe it off!" Su Ming patted Zhao Yifan's shoulder in front of him. "Also, I'll return the police gun to you, you have to be more careful in the future!"
Zhao Yifan looked at Su Ming in front of him, nodded with a slightly red face, took the police gun, turned off the safety and put it in the gun bag.
Looking at Zhao Yifan, who looked ashamed, Su Ming almost didn't tell him the truth.
In fact, Su Ming stole the police gun from Zhao Yifan's waist when the scene was noisy just now.
With the skill of [God of Gamblers], his skills are extremely good. Although not as exaggerated as a professional thief, it is definitely enough to be an ordinary baggage snatcher.
And the purpose of stealing the gun, needless to say.
It is to kill He Laosi.
Frame-up is not only a bad thing.The patent of others.
He Su Ming can do the same! And it is more covert and deadly!
He Lao Si is an out-and-out villain, and his friend value alone has reached nearly 200 points.
Rape, murder, kidnapping, drug trafficking... There are more than a dozen crimes on the information box.
So Su Ming has no psychological burden to kill him.
It's just that after this incident, Zhao Yifan may have some troubles because his gun was stolen.
However, Su Ming has made up his mind that if there is a chance in the future, he will definitely take care of Zhao Yifan as an apology.
After comforting the self-blaming Zhao Yifan for a few words, Su Ming took out a cigarette from his pocket.
But he was embarrassed to find that there was only one cigarette left, and kicked the scoundrel squatting next to him.
He stretched out his big hand and said without lowering his head: "Cigarette!"
The scoundrel hurriedly took out his cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Su Ming.
Su Ming looked down and saw that it was still a pack of soft 95.
He casually walked around with the brothers from the police station next door, and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Brothers, are there any injured? If you are injured, come to me, follow Chief Zhao to check the injuries first!"
"No, Director Su!"
"No one on our side!"
"No one on our side!"
Seeing that the brothers in front of him said that they were not injured, Su Ming took a deep puff of cigarette and exhaled the smoke.
He was very happy that no one was injured.
However, Su Ming was also very unhappy at the same time.
Because just now, the bandit system [ding] again.
He looked at the notification flashing in his mind, his face was neither sad nor happy.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host, the first robbery was successful! Successfully activated the robbery medal and won a silver treasure chest! ]
Su Ming sighed and skillfully canceled many prompt numbers with one click.
Skipping the fragmentary rewards obtained from the melee just now, he clicked on the silver treasure chest with a clear goal.
Sighing softly, Su Ming wanted to ask: How can asking for a pack of cigarettes be considered robbery?
Although the little bastard was beaten badly by him.
Although his tone when he asked for cigarettes was not very good, and he kicked him by the way.
But a pack of cigarettes is 95 yuan, 100 yuan!
Is it considered robbery?
He is really screwed.