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It was like a rehearsal. After just after hitting the man, four police cars drove quickly. The red and blue lights flashed, and the man's hoarse voice came from the loudspeaker: "Put down your weapon! Hold your head and squat down!"

This time, Jason was tactful and threw away the gun in his hand. He dared to be tough in Monterey Town because the patrol police would not shoot for no reason, but it is not accurate here.

He slowly raised his hands and squatted down, handed Han Xuan a look, and let him go behind his back.

"I'm trapped. They beat us and want to go to the police station. When we beat them, we still have to go to the police station. We didn't have a good intention at the beginning. There must be no good results when we got to Judge Stan." Han Xuan murmured, without fear. There were many people around him, so he was not afraid of the police playing tricks.

Winnie looked at it, lowered her head, hugged her head and recognized the bear with her paws. Fortunately, she was a bear, so she was not embarrassed.

A gangster struggled to stand up, stumbled and cried, "When playing basketball, these people rushed over and hit me, and their bones were broken! They also pulled out their guns and threatened us to help transport drugs!"

"This is going to play to death." Gabriel was stunned.

Jason said hatefully: "I had known that I had been beaten to death just now. What happened this time? If these crimes were convicted, I would probably have to be sentenced to ten years. I don't know how many people I used this trick to play with, Moran Town is really bad."

The patrolmen came with guns, picked up the two thrown away by Gabriel and Jason, and handed them to Sheriff Delga whom he had just met.

He put on gloves and picked them up and put them in a transparent plastic bag.

"The Glock 17 pistol made in Austria is usually used by military and police. Take it back and check it out to see if it matches the criminal trajectory.

Then collect their fingerprints. The FBI did not have a fingerprint recognition system, but now he dared to hit people, and he must have committed a crime before. Go and check it out."

The patrolman who searched the body found three daggers, twelve magazines, three spare pistols, and one on Owen's waist. Passers-by were looking straight, talking in a low voice, pointing fingers.

He handcuffed and pushed towards the police car. It was Han Xuan's turn to ask about his age. The old patrolman shook his head and signaled that he would not use it.

How to bring Vini back makes these people worried? Sheriff Gard was far away from it and tilted his head to a patrolman beside him, "Take it back and ask the director if he likes it. Be careful, don't hurt it."

Winnie showed a contemptuous look and found that Han Xuan was driving away. She was hurrying to chase him. She saw him waving his hand from afar, and he was pointed at two guns, sitting on the ground motionless.

In the police car, Gabriel quickly whispered: "Don't tell them, drag the person who is dragging him over."

The co-pilot's patrol immediately scolded: "Don't talk!"

"He is my nephew and has a heart disease. I'm reassuring him..."

Han Xuan nodded, and had already broken up, indicating that his identity was not good. Instead, it would put himself and his bodyguards in danger.

Eyes looked out the window.

The town of Moran looks no different from other places, but there is obviously a secret hidden.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the police station and was taken to different rooms. My freedom was not restricted. There was an iron table and a piece of glass on the wall.

I walked over and knocked. I thought that like in the movie, people could see things from behind the glass, but the sound was dull. It seemed like knocking on the wall, and it was obviously an ordinary piece of glass. It was pretending to be scary.

There is no camera in the corner, and now this thing is high-tech. The town can't afford it. No one comes to me for more than ten minutes. Han Xuan was bored and sat in the chair waiting.

At this moment, two military transport planes flew over Moran Town.

Small black dots fell out one by one, and as they approached the ground, the white umbrella opened and slowly descended. Look at the people's clothes, military green clothing, helmets, and submachine guns.

The trees in the Greater Teton National Park were lush, and several people were not lucky to hang on the trees. Fortunately, in the 1980s, the trees were cut down near the town, and the trees were not high. They jumped down after cutting the ropes. They saw the red signal flares take off and gathered quickly there...

When Han Xuan was dozing off, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who came in was Sheriff Gard.

He threw the folder on the iron table, and the sound was loud, and he was wearing gloves. He took out an orange bottle from his pocket, with round white pills inside, and placed it in front of Han Xuan, "This was found in your car, have you seen it?"

Han Xuan smiled inexplicably. After all, he was a person who had watched the police and gangster movie. Any fool would leave his fingerprints on it. He didn't have to think about it and knew that it was not a good thing. He folded his hands on his chest and shook his head and said, "No, I've never seen it."

"You know if you didn't look?" Gard raised his hand and signaled him to take a closer look.

After standing up and looking at him for a long time, Han Xuan expressed his serious expression, "I really haven't seen it, what's inside?"

"Momorphine, high-purity morphine."

"It's so amazing. You'll have to get it in a few minutes. How can you tell it's morphine?"

“… Ask about the smell, don’t talk nonsense!”

"Gard, it's useless for you to mess with me. My age can't make any evidence. In fact, I shouldn't tell you if there is no lawyer present, and it's already a crime for you to interrogate me.

Now my head hurts and I am afraid of the police. I feel very serious mentally injured. Please tell me your address and a court summons will be sent to you soon."

"Haha, I actually understand this." Gard smiled slightly, "I didn't interrogate just now, I just asked you to rest here for a while and asked a few questions."

"I want to call my family, where is Uncle Gabriel?"

"He committed a crime, a very serious crime. What is your phone number? I asked your parents to pick you up."

Han Xuan frowned and looked at the ceiling, pretending to think, "I forgot the one behind 406-84. My uncle has it in his phone. Where is that bear?"

"The bear is fine, at the door of the police station.

His cell phone is now evidence of crime and cannot make a phone call. So, I'll help you see the number. What is your home doing?"

"Raising cattle, raising sheep, and growing vegetables..."

"cowboy?"

"Yes! My dad is a cowboy, my uncle is a rancher. It's his place in such a big place. I'll run for ten minutes to finish it!" Han Xuan said that he was running the train to drag time, and asked wherever he said, and he was very cooperative.

"Ten minutes?" Gard said indifferently. How far a child can run ten minutes to run. He thought he was a small rancher. He stood up and walked out. "Don't move here, the beginning is 406-87, right? I'll call you."

"It's better to wait and then fight. My parents are both at work and are not at home now." Han Xuan answered him with a harmless smile on his face.

"Okay, stay here for a while"

Not far away from the street, more than forty fully armed soldiers marched urgently. When they saw the black Hummer, the leader took out the notebook to compare the numbers and shouted to the patrol officer who was searching: "Where is the people in this car?!"

"I'm hurting someone. At the police station, what are you doing?"

"Warren Air Force Base exercise, I am Lieutenant Colonel Linden, where is the police station?"

"What? The people in this car have committed a crime? Here! We just caught them and are being interrogated!"

"Interrogation?" Lieutenant Colonel named Linden suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Is there a boy?"

"Well, yes, he's here too."

Halfway through the sky, helicopter spiral noise came from the sky, three black shadows covered the streets, and then they each found a spacious place to land.

The patrolman clearly saw the abbreviation of the FBI on the black fuselage. He looked at the Air Force troops with thoughtfulness, then looked at the helicopter of the pier, and said in a daze: "My God, what crimes did those people commit? The director will issue them this time!"

[The 515 is coming soon. I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. By May 15th, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and promote works. It is also love, so it will definitely be better!] (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!