What is the fastest reaction speed for a person?

An ordinary person's reaction speed is about 0:5 seconds, and a young man's reaction speed is faster, between about 0:3 seconds and 0:4 seconds. Agents who have received professional military training have a reaction speed of only 0:2 seconds. During this fifth of the time, they can judge whether they are safe and whether they need to fight back through their sight and hearing, and then draw out their pistols at around 0:5 seconds to make the final judgment.

Generally speaking, when an agent faces possible dangers, it takes less than a second to confirm the danger and confirm whether he needs to fight back. This is normal, and there are some abnormal situations, such as when the mood fluctuates strongly, the speed may change slightly due to excitement or anger. For example, it increases the reaction speed but reduces the speed of judgment, and then uses instinct to make the most common movements in training and career.

The moment Xiuen grabbed the pistol with his lightning fast hand, the people outside the house heard two gunshots. The agents following him were shocked and rushed over with their guns. When they stood side by side with Xiuen, wherever they looked were two children lying in a pool of blood. The young body was still twitching slightly, and the hot blood made a hint of water and heat blowing in the cold air outside the house.

A woman who looked well-dressed ran out of the room, then covered her chest in disbelief and cried heart-wrenchingly. The heavy footsteps in the attic made me feel a little uneasy. A man in a plaid shirt walked down the stairs with an axe. He asked loudly what was going on. When his anxious eyes touched the child's body in the pool of blood on the ground, his body trembled as if he was electrocuted. His stiff eyes moved from the children to Xiuen, who was standing at the door with a dark face.

The man didn't know what was going on, he only knew that someone had broken into his home and shot his son to death. He was shocked and angry while rushing down the stairs, causing him to raise his axe.

Then the gunshots rang again, more than once.

There was no more voice from other people in the quiet house. All the agents were silent. They were elites and naturally knew what the situation they were facing showed. Someone was setting a trap for their director. What was even more troublesome was that their director stepped in without hesitation. What was going on next is definitely an important issue related to whether the Tyneel City Contraband Investigation Bureau can take responsibility.

This is where the middle class lives, and some residents have surrounded it. The middle class does not have the largest number in the entire social system, but its energy is the most terrifying. If a country is a grand and beautiful palace on the top of a mountain, then the lower class is that mountain, and the middle class is the foundation rooted in the mountain. Once the foundation is broken, the palace will naturally break and collapse.

If this group of people starts to make a fuss, it will definitely become a huge political event, and may even affect the layout of the Contraband Investigation Bureau in the entire empire.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiu'en, and Xiu'en's anger was completely vented by shooting an innocent civilian in the family. He walked to the two children, bent down, and picked up the pistols in their hands. There was no doubt that these two light pistols with almost no feel were just toys and had no lethality. He was blinded by anger and fired without distinguishing the authenticity of these pistols. Now he had to pay for the troubles he had created.

"I suspect that this family is suspected of storing, smuggling, selling contraband, and searching for this house immediately!" After his face changed several times, he said this frankly. He cannot fall here. He still has lofty ambitions and ideals. How could he be trapped in endless lawsuits and prisons because of such small things? As the director of the Contraband Investigation Bureau whose power is currently infinitely magnified, he may need to abuse his power.

But this was not something unacceptable to him, because he had the reason to do so. Evil was not sanctioned yet, so how could justice fade away its light first?

The agents whose brains were slightly blank for a moment immediately understood. They began to block the house in silence and expelled some onlookers.

The owner of this house loves to be clean and should be very organized. The layout of the home is very concise. This can be seen from the arrangement of kitchen utensils in the kitchen. The breakfast items are placed together and you can easily complete the breakfast cooking work in one corner of the kitchen without moving back and forth. Only when lunch and dinner are used to place the cooking tools on the other side of the stove. The very planned placement shows that the owner of the house should be a person with a certain level of education and good plan. He or she may have an accounting job.

Xiuen unscrewed the coffee maker, and a lot of brown liquid quickly accumulated in the small cup under the filter, and a special mellow smell drifted out. He glanced at the beef that had been loosened and removed from the semen film on the cutting board, turned on the switch of the stove, put two pieces of butter in the fried tray, and put the steak in. The sound of frying and the sizzling oil smoke made Xiuen secrete more saliva in his mouth. He was serious about turning the steak in the fried tray with a clip, as if he was really preparing a hearty dinner for himself.

It would be even better if there was a little red wine!

Xiuen didn't know if there was something wrong with his mentality at this time, or for some other reason, the busy agents around him seemed to not exist. He leisurely sat on the edge of the dining table with a plate of steak, tied a pink striped napkin, picked up the knife and fork and started to enjoy the steak that was only six cents cooked.

"Finished!" An agent led a torn pillow with a pencil-sized sealed glassware with a diameter of no more than five millimeters and a length of no more than two centimeters, with some lilac liquid inside. This liquid is a hallucinogenic component extracted from the grimace mushroom and is rationed by some drugs for anesthesia during surgery. Of course, this anesthetic can block pain signals and also release a large amount of hallucination information to the user, and is labeled as a "dangerous contraband" by the empire. This thing will not have physiological dependence, but the hallucination process can easily cause the user to have various hallucinations to harm themselves and others, so it is completely banned. It can only be used for anesthetic injection after signing by the hospital and the administration.

Shuen slowly cut the steak from the plate, and as the knife squeezed the pink blood mixed with gravy, it overflowed from the steak's muscles and literacy. He turned his head and glanced, shrugged, "In the face of conclusive evidence, the criminal was excited and tried to attack the agent and was legally shot dead. You can write a report to me." He continued to taste the delicious steaks, which were provided to the middle class steaks were much better than those cheap steaks. "The criminals are really terrible now! This also shows the value and necessity of our existence!"

Early the next morning, there was a hint of restlessness in the peaceful city of TNE. The first one was reported was TNE Daily. The editor who published an article in the newspaper questioned the incident yesterday in a tone full of scrutiny. Without any witnesses present, the Contraband Investigation Bureau actually killed a family of four. What kind of "thugs" could have been so vicious that RCA agents shot all the "thugs" at the first time, including two children who were only a few years old?

Immediately afterwards, both daily newspapers and entertainment newspapers reported on this incident, directly pushing the Bureau of Contraband Investigation to the forefront. Some middle-class people even spontaneously stood outside the municipal hall and raised flags, demanding that Xiu'en be reviewed and found out whether the case that had occurred before was a real "case" or a deliberate "murder". The emotional crowd wanted to rush into the municipal hall several times, but were stopped by the police outside the door.

Peter stood by the office window and let go of the curved blinds in his hand. He turned around and walked to the desk and sat down. This scene was discussed by them, but some minor changes occurred. For example, Sueen also shot and killed two innocent adults. Although the incident happened unexpectedly, it was still within their acceptance. He had written a letter overnight to Alodore and filed a complaint against Sueen with the governor, believing that he had shot and killed innocent citizens without distinguishing the truth.

Even if he was covered in his mouth, he might not be able to explain clearly. Even if he found "narcotics" from that house, only anesthetics were useless. It is no problem to say that they store, smuggle, and sell these contraband items. Then please find out how they store, how they smuggle, and who they sold, otherwise they will not be able to clear Xiu'en's crimes, but will make his crimes even more serious. This is not just a matter of manslaughter, but also involves a series of crimes such as murder and frame-up, abuse of power, etc.

For a long time in the future, I am afraid that Xiuen will not have the chance to return to Tyneer to interfere with the normal operation of the city's rules. Maybe he will be detained in the Tyneer area prison. Thinking of Xiuen's appearance before, the mayor curled his lips contemptuously. No one in this city can beat him. This is his home court, and he is the master here!
Chapter completed!