Zhan Zhao, the only daughter of Zhan Sansi, the current director of the Gyeongdao City Public Security Bureau, has not loved red makeup since she was a child and loves armed weapons. With the support of Zhan Sansi, she joined the city's criminal police team right after graduating from the police academy. With her enthusiastic work attitude, coupled with
She comes from a family of police officers, so she solved several major cases in just a few years and was promoted to the rank of captain of the criminal police. Apart from her relationship problems in the past few years, her career has been going smoothly.
But all this ended that night a month ago. That night, Zhan Zhao accompanied his friends to visit the night market. Just as they were rushing home happily, they met two young people from out of town who were visiting Qingdao. They were walking on the street.
In a remote alley nearby, he plotted something against a female college student who returned home late. With Zhan Zhao's violent temper, let alone a police officer, she would have come forward even if she was a vendor selling fried dough sticks.
In fact, the female college student is also average in appearance, but the reason why those two young men from Beijing left the star-rated hotel in the middle of the night to stare at her was to seek excitement. How could they possibly happen to be bumped into by Yumao Zhanzhao? At all
Among the criminal cases, Zhan Zhao hated the rapists the most. Since she met them that night, she didn't care whether they were attempted rapes or not. She immediately killed the two young men who had been idle all day.
A pair of them were beaten and crippled. After the beating, 110 was called and the two half-dead men were taken to the police station. Zhan Zhao didn't take this matter to heart, because she had never seen such a case.
If it's too much, not only will the beating of those two unlucky guys be in vain, but they will also have the hope of spending a few days in a detention center. Of course, that is only if their injuries are healed.
However, to Zhan Zhao's expectation, the two young men seemed to have a good background and were picked up by a car from the Provincial Public Security Department that night. Then the next day, a handling opinion was sent to the Municipal Bureau. In view of Zhan Zhao's
There was extremely serious emotion in this matter, which caused unnecessary harm to the two parties involved... It can be said that if Zhan Lianqing's senior qualifications were not there, Zhan Zhao would not even be a traffic policeman.
It is possible that he will be kicked out of the police force directly.
As a police officer, criminals were punished. Zhan Zhao, who had been accustomed to being a police officer since childhood, was stunned. If it weren't for her colleagues who held her tightly, Zhan Lianqing turned black and yelled.
If you lecture her, she will definitely go directly to the municipal party committee secretary's office and ask for clarification...
Being a traffic policeman who endured the wind and rain every day already made Zhan Zhao feel very unhappy. What made her even more uncomfortable was that someone wanted to kill her today! If it weren't for Qin Yuguan's quick reaction, Zhan Zhao would have
I believe that I will probably lie down in the morgue at the bottom of the four-story building opposite at night.
Although she was very angry at Qin Yuguan's ridicule for her big breasts and brainlessness, Zhan Zhao was indeed impulsive now. When threatened by huge death, he only focused on finding the two guys who were fighting in cold war. As for finding
It doesn't matter whether they kill or behead them in the end, what matters is that they provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked! Zhan Zhao thought this while running at a rapid speed in an S shape.
He kicked open the stair security door next to the door panel with the word "morgue" that was ajar. Zhan Zhao stamped his feet on the ground, stretched out his arms like a cheetah, and ran directly up the stairs to the second floor.
On the middle step, when she grabbed the railing and tried to turn over, a sinister sneer suddenly came from above her head.
Zhan Zhao was indeed furious at this time, but it didn't mean that she wasn't calm. If she didn't do things through her brain, ten Zhan Zhao wouldn't be alive now. After hearing the sneer, Zhan Zhao ducked and pressed against the railing.
He hid himself for a while, took a few deep breaths, and slowly calmed down his beating heart due to the intense exercise, and then asked in a deep voice: "Who is it?"
No one answered. The quiet stairs led to the quiet four-story building with the morgue. In the quiet silence, Zhan Zhao could only hear his slightly heavy breathing and his heartbeat that was gradually calming down. He slowly raised his head.
He stepped up a step with one foot, and at the same time clenched his fist with his right hand, ready to go.
The evening sun squeezed in through the stair door panel that had just been kicked open by Zhan Zhao and then automatically returned to its original position, and was reflected on the gray-white wall, with a hint of strange demon red. A white dove occasionally flew by, proudly
Its healthy wings fluttered and the sound of life flashed past the door, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.
As a drop of sweat slipped from Zhan Zhao's temples, she gritted her teeth and stepped hard on the stairs. There was an empty echo in the cave where no one had been for a long time, and dust fell from the top of her head.
After everything settled, Zhan Zhao's figure was no longer there.
Fourth floor.
From the somewhat broken door panel, the words "Instrument Room" can still be vaguely seen. A Caucasian man wearing a black suit is looking at Zhan Zhao coldly from the room. There is also a man, also Caucasian.
At this time, the man was squatting on the ground with his back to Zhan Zhao, carefully wiping a Mitsubishi Army Spur. The concentration in his eyes was as if the Spur was his lover.
The wind blew in from a window with broken glass, lifting the hair beside Zhan Zhao's ears. After twisting it seductively for a few times, it was stuck to his cheeks with sweat.
"Who...are you?!" Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes, firmly grasped the belt around his waist with his right hand, and tightened the muscles of his body. She had just finished asking this question, but before she had time to ask why she wanted to assassinate herself, she originally
The Caucasian man who was squatting in the room and wiping his military spurs suddenly stood up, stamped his feet suddenly, and half-turned his body in the air, as agile as a bat gliding in the night sky, and rushed towards Zhan Zhao.
A few meters away, the white man arrived in the blink of an eye. While he was still in the air, he raised his arm and wiped the shiny black spurs straight towards Zhan Zhao's neck.
Rao Shi Zhanzhao is known as the mother-in-law in the Gyeongdao police community. She has experienced no less than ten operations, big and small, and every time she is the first to charge. However, when she saw the white man, he moved quickly and with murderous intent that represented death.
Afterwards, Zhan Zhao's heart sank. She knew that today she had met a legendary professional killer.
Sail against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat!
Zhan Zhao remembered the words of the instructor at the police academy. Seeing the military piercing the air coming to her eyes with a faint sound, she shouted softly and squatted down, raising her right arm. The military belt looked like a belt that had been blessed by demons.
Like a demon snake, it whirled in front of his eyes and wrapped itself around the military thorn. Before the opponent could understand what it was, Zhan Zhao's left leg, which was ready to attack, hit him hard with a whip kick.
Caucasian man's waist.
The white man smiled arrogantly and nodded. He didn't expect that this girl was really good at it. No wonder the customer was willing to spend such a high price to buy her head. He leaned back and did a backflip, but held the military spur firmly in his right hand, showing his strength.
Zhaoya jumped forward and followed into the house.
Zhan Zhao flipped his wrist, spun the belt again, and released the opponent's spur.
The white man nodded again, stretched out his right hand and tickled Zhan Zhao with his middle finger, gesturing for her to continue.
The belt made a vague circle under the turning of his wrist, making a slight whirring sound. At this time, Zhan Zhao only saw the white man in front of him. He narrowed his eyes again, and suddenly lifted up his body and placed his left foot on the door board.
Kick, his right foot kicked towards the white man's neck like a fired cannonball.
The white man seemed to be becoming more and more interested in Zhan Zhao. When he saw her kicking her with her right foot, he even gave up the use of the military spur. He growled, turned around and gave Zhan Zhao a hard kick with his shoulder.
It was as if he had been kicked on a piece of wood, and Zhan Zhao's right foot was aching. With the rebound force, Zhan Zhao also did a rather graceful backflip. After landing on the ground, just as he was about to adjust his breathing, he suddenly felt a stiffness in his neck.
It hurts, and then everything goes dark and I don't know anything.
"Jack, stop playing. Have you forgotten that she may have a companion? This is in China." Seeing Zhan Zhao collapse to the ground, the white man standing behind the door retracted his hand and showed no expression.
reminded Jack, with a dissatisfied look on his face.
Hehe... Jack sneered, but before he could speak, he heard someone lazily say outside the house: "I thought you would forget about me."