bdsm-fiction Chapter 158
Chapter 158
If the news is true...
Fuck!
Jiangling Police Station will be famous!
The instructor who is about to take office shot the second-in-command of the Municipal Bureau with one shot!
This is too explosive!
For a moment, dozens of police officers in the room were like scum in a melon field, and instantly pounced on Wang Yibao, the king of melons.
Several buddies sitting next to Wang Yibao raised their hands to take his mobile phone, but this guy hid the phone in his arms immediately like a thief.
"Let me see! Let me see!"
"Baby, what did your buddy at the shooting range say! Where are the chat records!"
"Don't hide it, I will only look at the chat records between you and that buddy, not the records between you and your girlfriend..."
Wang Yibao's protest was eventually ignored, and in that small group of seven or eight people.
The person who posted the news, holding a picture that he didn't know where he got from, ran to ask Wang Yibao if it happened in your public security unit.
The picture was a not very clear one. The content of the picture was a giant with a body shape like Hulk holding an exaggerated revolver and walking out of a collapsed wall in the dust.
Opposite the giant was a figure with blood on his clothes lying on the ground.
Although the figure on the ground was only a side profile, several colleagues who were familiar with Political Commissar Wang could still recognize it at a glance.
The man who fell to the ground was Wang Zishi, Political Commissar Wang!
And the exaggerated giant in the dust. As long as you are not blind, you will naturally know that it is Su Ming.
In the entire conference room, everyone who saw this photo pressed the pause button instantly.
Silence!
Damn!
Bull arm!
He really shot at Political Commissar Wang!
Everyone gasped. Most of them had just watched the video of Su Ming and Zhang Yi's shooting competition, so they naturally knew that Su Ming was indeed at the shooting range.
However, the rigor of the police still made them not easily believe that Su Ming would really shoot Political Commissar Wang to death.
What they meant was, is it possible that he was just injured?
"No... Political Commissar Wang was shot, but if he was shot with a pistol, he wouldn't necessarily die, right?" A registered female police officer expressed his opinion weakly.
But a male police officer who was quite knowledgeable about firearms shook his head, stared at the giant revolver held by Su Ming in the photo, and picked up his mobile phone to search for a while.
While putting the mobile phone on the table, he shook his head and said heavily: "No, the revolver held by Su Ming is a Smith & Wesson M500. Although it looks a little different, but..."
The male police officer clicked on his mobile phone, and a gun with an exaggerated shape appeared on it.
This revolver and the one in Su Ming's hand are basically the same in shape, but the one in Su Ming's hand seems to be a circle larger.
".. The lethality of the entire firearm is absolutely super large!"
The male police officer popularized the knowledge of firearms to this point, and saw that the female police officer in front of him was still confused, obviously not quite understanding the power of this gun. I had no choice but to add: "This gun uses 12.7mm bullets."
12.7mm bullets!
As soon as this was said, the female police officer instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.
No matter where this shot hits, it is fatal!
Everyone moved solemnly to the body of Political Commissar Wang lying on the ground in the photo, but the photo was taken from the side.
For a moment, I really couldn't see where the wound was.
"Wait! Look at this!" The female police officer just stretched out her slender fingers and enlarged the mobile phone photo.
Following her fingertips, everyone saw that under Political Commissar Wang's buttocks, there was a winding yellow water flowing out of a pool of mud, and the yellow water had a little white foam. .
"Is this... urine?"
Everyone frowned.
"Political Commissar Wang's bladder was blown up by Su Ming's shot!" Wang Yibao clenched his left fist and slammed it hard on the palm of his right hand, and instantly came to his conclusion.
"Go away... How dare you say that! Baby, you don't want to do this anymore, right?" A middle-aged policeman waved his hand and asked Holmes Bao to sit down.
Wang Yibao saw the rebuke for his reasoning, and muttered indignantly: "The urinal must have been blown up by a gunshot, otherwise how could there be such a pool of urine at the scene..."
"Could it be that Political Commissar Wang was scared to pee!"
"Who was scared to pee!?"
Before everyone could answer, a gentle voice came from the door and interrupted everyone's discussion.
Everyone subconsciously felt that the voice was familiar, and turned around to look.
Jiangling Police Station, at the door of the second-floor conference room.
Director Zhang Xiangqian and Deputy Director Yan Zhengyi walked into the conference room one after the other, and they were smiling and obviously in a very good mood.
And it was Director Zhang Xiangqian who was speaking. At this time, he walked to the front of the conference room with a smile.
Curiously waiting for everyone's answer.
Apparently part of the conversation just nowIt reached his ears, and he also raised the question.
"Tell me, who was scared to pee!" Director Zhang smiled and urged Wang Yibao who had just spoken.
"No... no one! Director Zhang, we were just chatting... chatting." Wang Yibao secretly thought that he was unlucky and scratched his head awkwardly and answered.
And the leaders of many police stations who came in after the two directors also glared at the police officers in the room and signaled them to return to their positions quickly.
Everyone reacted at this time, and did not dare to say much, and hurriedly returned to their seats and sat down.
"Director, the brothers below also heard that Su Ming was going to be the instructor, and they were also very cordial and happy!" Zhang Bo coughed twice, forcibly rounding back the scene that was obviously wrong just now.
Director Zhang waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter, indicating that he would not take it to heart.
Although he was the top leader of the Jiangbei Public Security Bureau, he was still very caring for the brothers below.
This little thing, no need to explain anything.
Director Zhang sat in front of the conference table, with Director Yan on the left and Director Zhang Bo on the right. Many leaders of Jiangling Police Station also sat down in turn.
Only the second seat on the left, next to Director Yan, was left vacant.
After everyone was seated, Director Zhang saw the empty seat and asked with a smile: "Old Yan, where is Su Ming?"
"He went to the bathroom as soon as he got off the car. He probably wanted to tidy up his image. After all, he... hehe"
Director Yan shook his head helplessly and smiled. He and Director Zhang were in the same car. On the way back from the Manshan shooting range, the two laughed particularly happily.
When it came to Political Commissar Wang Zishi slumped in the mud he urinated in, hesitantly told them to go ahead and do their work and not to worry about him.
The two couldn't stop laughing wildly, and tears came out of their laughter.
They had fought with Wang Zishi for so many years, and they had always been suppressed and breathless.
Where have you seen Wang Zishi peeing and mud, such an embarrassing scene?
As for Su Ming going to the bathroom to tidy up his image, it was also reasonable.
After all, this big guy kicked down the wall with one foot, and the dust he raised made him look a little dusty.
Now he is an instructor, and it is his first time to make an appearance.
He really needs to pay attention to his image.
Everyone didn't wait for two minutes.
In the corridor, a heavy footstep came from far away.
Until a burly figure in police uniform squeezed in from outside the door frame!
The man in the oversized police uniform had a three-bar shoulder, and his towering body stood straight.
As he strode into the meeting room, a murderous aura filled the entire meeting room.