"Second in charge, let's run away?"

A young man shivered and said that he was obviously suffering from siren phobia and did not want to have anything to do with the authorities in his life.

The second boss is a guy with strong arms who can run bulls and has two green dragons tattooed on him. He often stands out among the thin gangsters because of his physique and is out of place:

"Why are you running! We didn't commit any crime!"

"Can…"

But obviously, the police here are not a bunch of mediocre people waiting for the matter to be settled. While everyone was talking endlessly, someone kicked open the warehouse door, followed by a police officer wearing an explosion-proof suit and holding a shield in his hand.

He walked in with a vigilant look on his face and shouted at the same time:

"Everyone raise your hands! Don't move!"

Feeling the chill caused by the black hole of the gun aimed at his forehead, Luo Ji's alarm bells rang in his heart, so he had no choice but to stand up and raise his hand to show his harmlessness.

Fortunately, he was not reborn in the United States, and he was not a gangster, so he was not considered to be extremely dangerous and was shot on the spot.

"Wang Tuo? Why is it you again?"

Several police officers dispersed, revealing a head from the back with a question mark on his face.

"Didn't I tell you that there is no need for a super hero Spider-Man in the city? We will naturally take care of whatever happens."

The person who greeted Luo Ji was none other than his cousin Luo Chuan, whom he had just met the day before yesterday. He frowned and said with a serious face,

"Have you done any special investigation? Did you come here specifically to arrest the person on the line the day before yesterday?

There are so many of us who can’t move as fast as you, and you still called the police?”

Luo Ji:……

I really just came here to pay back the money, who knew I would be involved in such a thing!

But after saying this, seeing the doubts in the eyes of several police officers, Luo Ji could only shake his head, sighed helplessly, and said:

"How about you leave me alone for now? When I beat that foreigner, I still had some strength left in my hand, so it's not life-threatening, but if that bastard on the bottom of my foot doesn't get treated, there won't be any need for an ambulance to come."

"…Can!"

"Captain? It's inappropriate for a suspect with violent tendencies to deal with a seriously injured... hostage."

Seeing Luo Chuan nod, a man in front holding an explosion-proof shield said in confusion.

"This guy beat up all the legitimate sons of the Sun family before. What do you think he relies on to get out?"

Luo Chuan shook his head slightly and said calmly, although the news that Luo Ji was secretly released was not a glorious thing, this kind of thing, at worst, was an attempted murder, and at worst, it was a street fight.

It depends on the nature of the compromise resulting from the competition between the two sides, so the relevant information was not specifically blocked. As the first person in charge of the Luo Ji incident, Luo Chuan still knew what the latter had done.

After hearing Luo Chuan's brief introduction, the other police officers immediately had no doubts and allowed Luo Ji to act on his own. They just stepped forward and took the foreigner with a pig-headed face into custody, and then watched Luo Ji's movements.

The latter looked at Huang Mao who was already furious on the ground, but he was not too worried. Medical skills were Luo Ji's greatest ability now, and a pack of silver needles was not anywhere, so he naturally carried them with him.

They saw him violently tearing open Huang Mao's torn back shirt, revealing the flesh and blood that had been rubbed and dripping. Everyone who looked at it couldn't help but twitch their eyelids, and there was a faint phantom pain in their bodies.

However, Luo Ji didn't think much about it. It was just a scratch on the skin. This thing can be sterilized and it will be cured in ten and a half months. It will not cause death at all. Huang Mao's real injury is that his lungs were severely damaged.

impact.

"Bring me a basin of water."

Luo Ji said calmly, and dropped a few silver needles in his hand, temporarily blocking the blood flow in the relevant locations to prevent the injury from expanding more rapidly.

Following his instructions, several police officers were unable to spare their hands for a while, so they had to ask the second-in-command to fetch water.

There was no delay. Within five minutes, the muscular man ran over in a naive manner, his feet falling on the ground, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

Listening to the heavy footsteps, everyone looked at me in confusion. Is it possible that you are such a big man, and holding a basin of water can make you gasp like this?

Unexpectedly, what came into view was an extremely huge iron bucket. Three inches below the iron bucket, there was a pair of big palm-like hands holding it tightly, making some marks on it.

This amount... I'm afraid it's two hundred kilograms, right?!

Seeing the man carrying the iron barrel that was usually used to hold gasoline, everyone's face twitched. Does this idiot have something wrong with his head?

What do you want to do with such a big bucket of water? Throw your body into it?

"Boom!"

The bucket was hit hard by Hanhan at Luo Ji's feet. It was only three inches away from Huang Mao's fingers. People couldn't help but wonder whether they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to see what kind of abuse they had received.

Kill and silence.

Luo Ji glanced at him, but didn't say anything about his strange operation. He kicked the iron bucket, causing the wall of the bucket to tilt, and then smashed it down. This made several people's hearts twitch, and they secretly cursed Luo Ji.

Calculate your own capabilities,

Do you want to be buried?

Hitting the head with such a big iron bucket will kill someone, okay?

But what made them stunned was that Hanhan's bucket, which seemed a bit difficult to hold with both hands, was covered by Luo Ji with one hand. A stream of water gurgled out and sprinkled on Huang Mao's back, with a bit of chill.

The latter couldn't help but shiver as the water flow stimulated him.

"This idiot is not bad at what he did."

Luo Ji secretly said something, and then he raised the iron bucket above his head under the disbelief eyes of several people, and the water flow hit Huang Mao's back like a waterfall...

"He's killing someone!"

Suddenly, a police officer reacted, his face slightly distorted. Such a terrifying water flow could knock a normal person unconscious if it hit him directly. You hit Huang Mao directly, who looked like he was about to die.

On your body?
Chapter completed!