Section 277 A slap in the face with serious consequences
It was already dark, the bright lights were on, but it still felt a bit stiff. In the corridor, six or seven police officers came out of their respective offices and looked at the chaos in the corridor. A newly graduated from school joined
The little girl who had just joined the police force was taking a nap in the office, and the entire window glass suddenly collapsed and shattered. At this time, the frightened little clerk stood at the door, looking at the twisted window, and then
Looking at the two teenagers confronting each other in front of them, they were stunned.
The little Muay Thai prince was only arrested at night. Mu Qingqing may not be aware of the situation, but the police officers in the rooms below have already inquired clearly. Siriwang and Cui Guohua were pushing and shoving, but outsiders suddenly saw
There weren't many ways to go. For a moment, everyone didn't know what to do and just looked at it in confusion. After just a few seconds passed, Siriwang felt that something was wrong. According to his own teachings, once he launched an attack
, he had to fight like a storm without giving the other party any chance to breathe. As a result, after being slapped, Amre stood there in a posture, and he didn't know whether he was stunned by the insult of the slap or angry.
He was so angry that even his body was trembling slightly.
How powerful can a slap be? The sound of the slap on the face just now, although loud, is just an ordinary slap. The insult is far greater than the actual damage. Although Siriwang is a Muay Thai master,
If you really want to stop an agent, how long can you stop it? I complained for a few seconds, and then I suddenly heard Amre yell, and once again rushed towards the young man in front, shaking his fist!
At the same time, Cui Guohua suddenly opened his hands, breaking Xiliwang's suppression. He raised his gun and said angrily: "Don't move!" Xiliwang's hand was pressed down again. Cui Guohua's eyes flashed sharply. He was ready.
Good to pull the trigger.
The next moment, the gun didn't go off.
At this time, the movement of the two people had become violent, and the two policemen next to them also reacted. They understood that he was trying to stop the two foreigners from committing crimes in the police station, and they reached out to draw their guns to support. However, at that moment
, no one had time to pull the trigger, Cui Guohua, Xiliwang, and the surrounding policemen were all attracted by the actions of the Vietnamese boy in front.
The Muay Thai boy who had just kicked the iron window with his unparalleled whip kick took two steps now. Before he could fully throw out his punch, his left leg bent bizarrely, causing his whole body to lose balance.
He staggered two steps to the left, then reluctantly straightened his left leg and stabilized his body. Once again assuming a substandard Muay Thai posture, Amre shook his head slightly, and his breathing became extremely rapid. He retracted his left hand.
He wiped the sweat on his face, and when he wiped it for the third time, he subconsciously stroked it towards his ear. Once, twice... In the bright light of the corridor, traces of blood were smeared from his left ear along his strokes.
The cheeks looked particularly shocking...
At this time, the policeman standing not far in front of him could see more clearly. As blood flowed out of the young man's ears, and then the nosebleeds continued as if they had burst the embankment, his left eye became congested and red, and half of his cheek
They were all dyed blood red by the young man's subconscious touch. After a while, he slowly raised his hand, stared at the blood on his hand, and murmured a few Vietnamese words. His eyes then turned to the person in front of him.
young people.
"Uh, um... don't look at me like that... what's wrong with you... are you sick... have you been injured before? Hey... you, you... why are you looking at me like this, I
I just hit you lightly..."
In front of him, Jia Ming seemed to be frightened by this strange scene, while he was talking and defending. Looking at this strange scene, his cheeks were twitching slightly, and the corners of his mouth were jumping. He took two steps back.
When he reached a safe distance, he spread his hands innocently, holding the plastic bag containing the thousand-layer cake, which was also dangling innocently in the air.
Seeing such a thing happening, Xiliwang and Cui Guohua also stopped the Tai Chi push between them and walked over here. Xiliwang helped his disciple sit down by the wall and checked him.
With their cheeks covered with blood, the two of them chatted a few words in Thai, occasionally looking up at Jiaming who was standing aside and making an innocent gesture. Cui Guohua stood close with a pistol in his hand, looked at Amre on the ground, and then looked at
Jiaming spread his hands, shrugged, and asked silently. Jiaming also tapped the boy on the ground, tapped his cheek, and then spread his hands to express his innocence, which probably meant: "I just hit him lightly, who knew he
So fragile..."
"Oh, call the doctor, call the doctor..."
It was really unbelievable to slap someone like this. Cui Guohua shook his head and asked the police behind him to find a doctor as soon as possible. While he was still thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, a figure rose up like thunder beside him, Xili
Wang rushed towards Jiaming. At the same time, Cui Guohua raised his hand without thinking.
The trigger.
"stop!"
"boom--"
The bullet almost passed through Xiliwang's side, and the ceramic tiles on the wall shattered and flew. Jiaming's body was also thrown out by a fierce leg whip, and he hit the ground at the end of the corridor a few meters away.
On the wall, it slowly slid to the ground.
"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop-"
Cui Guohua roared and pressed the muzzle of the gun directly on Siliwang's head. Siriwang's goal was achieved. At this time, he did not dare to compete with the agent who really dared to shoot. He just turned around and said coldly
Looking at him. While looking at Xiliwang here, Cui Guohua shouted towards the end of the corridor: "Hey, are you okay? How can I explain to your sister if you die?"
"Of course...it's okay..." Rubbing his hands and chest, Jia Ming stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. After resting for a while, he stepped forward and picked up the bag of layer cakes on the ground, "It's okay.
My ability to escape and resist blows has been practiced well. What kind of Muay Thai master, I vomit..."
Spitting out a small mouthful of blood on the ground with disdain, Jia Ming wiped the corner of his mouth: "I heard that Muay Thai is a boxing technique that can kill someone with one kick. Now even I can block it. Didn't you eat today? There are thousands of layers here.
Do you want some cake? I bought it on the way when I came over."
Standing in front of the Muay Thai master who had a pistol pressed against his forehead, Jiaming raised the plastic bag in his hand expressionlessly. The two looked at each other like that for a few seconds. Jiaming spat bloody saliva on the ground several times.
, then showed a middle finger, turned around and walked away: "Bah, bah, bah, bah... Forget it if you don't want to eat. I will go to the detention room by myself. You can investigate the matter here slowly, but it has nothing to do with me. I only fight."
It’s just a slap on his face. To make him look like this, he must have suffered internal injuries early in the morning or something else... Didn’t he say that Brother Wu gave him an iron mountain to rely on? Tsk tsk, it’s really amazing..."
Soon after, in a room on the first floor, Jia Ming opened the door and saw Lingjing and Shasha sitting inside. A midnight soap opera was playing on the TV in the corner of the room. In front of them were juice and
Melon seeds.
"Wow, I thought you were caught here and suffered. Who knew you were here for vacation? If I had known I could have come later." Jia Ming smiled and closed the door. Xun stood up, folded his hands in front of him and bowed, rustling.
But he wasn't so polite, so he rushed over and gave him a hammer.
"What do you mean, can we leave now?"
"The man named Cui Guohua brought it over. He even asked his men to bring the TV over." Lingjing said with a smile, "But we didn't drink a sip."
"Haha, there's no need to be so guarded against them." Jia Ming smiled and raised the bag in his hand, "I'm afraid we won't be able to leave for the time being. Have you had midnight snack?"
"Not yet." Shasha smiled and took the bag of food, first took a piece and threw it into his mouth, "Well, by the way, what happened outside? It's so chaotic. We seemed to have heard gunshots just now.
...But Xun said it must be the firecrackers..." They were originally waiting to go out, but when Jia Ming came, they were relieved and no longer had any intention of asking why they couldn't leave for the time being.
Jiaming looked at Yue Chixun, who was sitting quietly beside him, and then smiled and waved his hand: "I heard it too, it was the firecrackers, but the chaos was caused by Brother Meng and the others. I'll talk to you later.
You said, come on, let’s have some late-night snacks first. It doesn’t matter if you drink their drinks. Don’t worry... When I came over, I saw that the shop at the corner of the street was not closed yet. It’s banana-flavored. You always like to eat it, Xun.
, you can eat too."
"yes."
The quiet Japanese girl nodded and took a piece. The soap opera on TV was showing the bloody story of life and death as usual. Sha Sha watched it with relish. Ling Jing was not as careless as she was. When she saw Jiaming sitting next to her, she realized
He noticed the dust and stains on his back: "What's wrong with you? Your back is so dirty... You had a fight with someone..."
"Well, that Muay Thai boy was not convinced when he was taken to the police station. When he saw me passing by, he chased me and beat me. I slapped him lightly..." Jia Ming shrugged indifferently.
"A slap?" Lingjing thought for a while, looked at Jiaming and asked softly.
"Don't worry." Jiaming laughed, "He won't die."
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The three girls who were deliberately placed in a quiet corner here did not know that because of this understatement, the situation in the entire police station was a bit chaotic. Of course, the most chaotic thing was the national security team headed by Cui Guohua.
After carrying the injured Amre into the ambulance and sending him away, Cui Guohua found Xiao Wu and said, "Hey, I want to ask you something. Did you use too much force on that iron mountain support last night?"