"Get out, I'm in a good mood today. I won't bother with you. Go back and forth from wherever I go. Don't wander around in front of me, looking at it upset." When Nangong saw Xiaofeng, he still had a lot of things to say! How could he have time to go back to the police station with Zheng Shuang?

Wang Bing can't afford to offend me, what are you? He dares to yell at me. Zheng Shuang's face darkened, "Stop talking nonsense, if you resist again, you will be the assault police and resist arrest."

"Call! The man said that there was no attack on the police, but it was attacking the police. What can you do to me?" Nangong was also a disrespectful master when he was at the base, but he was obeyed by Xiaofeng. She didn't recognize Zheng Shuang as the onion. While saying that, she really punched Zheng Shuang.

"Ah—hiss—you, you dare to attack the police?" Zheng Shuang covered her eyes with one hand and pointed at Nangong with the other hand and said.

"Yes! Didn't you say I attacked the police? I'll hit you, what can you do?" Nangong looked at Zheng Shuang with a smile.

"Come? Come on, arrest them both quickly." Zheng Shuang jumped straight into anger, yelling hysterically.

"Tsk, I have never seen a man like you, a mother-in-law. You have said this three times. You are not tired. I am a little tired of hearing it. Can you change some other words?" Nangong waved his hand impatiently.

"What else?" Zheng Shuang was slightly stunned, then smiled gloomyly, took out her pistol and pointed it at Nangong, "How about I talk to you if I change it?"

"The Type 54 pistol weighs 0.85 kilograms, has a magazine capacity of 8 rounds, a total length of 195 mm, and a fire rate of 450 kilometers per second. It can shoot through 3 mm steel plates, 10 cm wooden boards, 6 cm thick brick walls, and 35 cm thick soil layer at a distance of 25 meters. The gun is a good gun, a pity! It's a waste to hold it in your hand." Nangong didn't have any nervous expression, and he said slowly.

"Uh--?" Zheng Shuang was surprised. This was the situation of the gods? This woman knew his gun better than herself, and she said it very well. Every word was justified, and none of them was nonsense. In view of this situation, Zheng Shuang couldn't help but guess Nangong's identity, "I don't know how this person knows everything about the Type 54 pistol?"

"How do I know?" Nangong blamed him for delaying the time when he had talked with Xiaofeng as early as possible. How could he have a good face? He said, "I have been a soldier, can't you?" She said half-true. She was indeed a soldier, but that was before.

"Oh--!" Zheng Shuang suddenly realized that looking at her skills, it was very likely. Otherwise, she, a yellow-haired girl, could she know so clearly about the information about the pistol? It was ridiculous that she thought she was. What a second generation official or a second generation military? Since she is a commoner, I am still afraid of a hairy person? I have a gun, so he changed his face and said, "I will say it again, squat down with my head in my arms."

"You are worthy of letting me hold my head and squat down?" Nangong's eyes flashed with fierce light and he said coldly.

"Hehe-I don't deserve it, but it's worth it!" Zheng Shuang raised the gun in her hand and pressed it directly on Nangong's head.

"Do you dare to point a gun at me? Do you believe it or not? The next second, the gun on your forehead will scare you to death?" Nangong said with a ridge of eyebrows and his eyes staring at Zheng Shuang with flickering eyes.

"Don't believe it?", it's not like this. In broad daylight, who has the courage to point a gun at the police's head, unless it's a terrorist. Is there a terrorist in our country? The answer is no. OK! Maybe there is! Because Zheng Shuang's forehead was being pushed by five or six black Cen Liang's pistols, he really couldn't think of who could be so bold besides terrorists, and he didn't even want his life. At this time, Zheng Shuang's legs began to tremble in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to move. If a misunderstanding was caused, one of the guns would go out and get out of fire, then he would be sad! He had to go up and go shopping with the Jade Emperor.

"No? Aren't they talking and having fun? Why did they start a gun as they were talking?" Fang Yun was so shocked that his mouth could not close. "Who are there any of those people? How could they have guns? However, it seems that they know Xiaofeng, so Zheng Shuang should not be in danger for the time being. It would be better to let him suffer. It would be better to be arrogant all day long and his tail was raised to the sky." In this way, Fang Yun's so-called sense of justice and the sense of mission of the police also depend on who they target. Damn! Jianghu!

"Xiaoxue, that woman seems to know Xiaofeng? Guess what their relationship is?" Su Qing can never forget gossip and jealousy.

"How do I know? I guess it's an old girl?" When Ren Xueye said this, his sense of superiority could not be restrained on his face. No matter what, even if she guessed it correctly, it didn't matter. After all, he was an old girl, and she was the new girl.

"Sister Lan, what do you think?"

"Maybe, maybe, it should be my former girlfriend, right?" Malan didn't care so much. She was concerned about Xiaofeng's injuries now. After such a violent fight, the wounds were probably cracked again, right? This is the gap between people.

"Oh!" Su Qing pouted, and did not get a positive answer from both of them, which made her very uncomfortable. Especially when she saw Nangong smiling happily, "I smiled so swayingly, it was not a good thing at first glance. Humph! Xiaofeng is so, I know how to get fucked with flowers." She didn't think about it. If Xiaofeng didn't get fucked with flowers, would she have a dime relationship with Xiaofeng now? Even if there was, she was only a dime relationship with colleagues. "Xiaoxue, Xiaofeng should go back and take medicine, let's go over!"

"Yeah, yeah", Ren Xueye was funny. I wasn't even jealous yet, but you knocked over the jealous jar first.

Unable to wait to leave, the willows swayed in the wind, and the slow-moving Ren Xueye and Malan, Su Qing was the first to run to Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, stop talking, you should go back and take medicine, let's go!" After that, he pulled Xiaofeng's arm and left. He didn't give Nangong a chance to speak. In Su Qing's opinion, Xiaofeng and that woman would have a little more potential danger.

"Hey! Who are you? Where are you going to take the instructor?" Nangong stopped doing it. He had just talked to the instructor for a while. Before he could tell him how much he missed him, he was interrupted by the beautiful woman who suddenly came out of the scene.

"Do you care about you? My own man--" Halfway through his words, he was suddenly disturbed by Ren Xueye's violent coughing. Su Qing reacted and hurriedly changed her words, "He is injured. I want to take him back to the hospital for treatment. Isn't it possible?"

"Go away," Nangong pushed Su Qing away and said anxiously, "Instructor, what's wrong with you? Where did you get hurt? Who hurts you?" Nangong asked several questions in a row.

"Oh! It's okay, a small problem, don't worry," Xiaofeng smiled, trying to comfort Nangong.

"I've been shot, but it's still a small problem!" Su Qing said resentfully.

"You--", isn't this adding fuel to the fire? Xiaofeng glared at Su Qing, "Nangong, don't worry, it's already done."

"The gunshot wounds? Who did it? Who dares to shoot you? Instructor, tell me, I'll kill him and avenge you." Nangong's eyes were so round that he was glaring, and his nostrils were panting heavily.

"Uh--?" Su Qing was shocked. Who is this? She shouted and beat and killed at any time. I really wonder if she was a woman.

"Nangong--", Xiaofeng called out angrily, "It's over, am I fine now?"
Chapter completed!