"Search!" Hengji Haruki glared at Peake and said angrily, the gun in his hand swinging in the air, "A patrol brother said he heard gunshots here."
"Gunshot? Oh, I fired it." Pique stared at the crosswalk with a sneer.
"Why are you shooting? Do you have a gun permit?" Henglu Chunshu stared blankly and asked sternly, "And a good citizen certificate!"
Peake looked up at the corridor, and saw a dozen police officers surrounding him in a dark crowd, all of them full of vigilance and murderous looks. He took out all his documents: passport, residence permit, gun permit, and a business card from the Far Eastern Theater.
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Hengji Haruki took it and looked at it.
"Piqu? You live on Yuyuan Road, which is far away from here." Henglu Chunshu patted a pile of documents and said sarcastically.
Pique smiled and shrugged, is that okay?
"What's going on with the gun?!" Haruki Yokoji shouted sharply.
"My friend was drinking together. He was drunk and wanted to see my gun, but it accidentally went off."
"Your friend lives here? What's his name?" Haruki Hengji asked mockingly, raising the corner of his mouth.
"Duan Yaming is a student."
"Tell him to come out and ask questions!"
"He was drunk and unconscious. He couldn't get out."
"Can't get out? Then let's go in!"
"He was drunk and smashed some things randomly. The house was very messy. It's better not to go in."
"As far as we know, this house is registered in the name of Mr. Nian. How come your friend Duan Yaming lives here?"
"Oh, they are relatives. Duan Yaming has just arrived. Let's stay here for a while."
"Borrowing? Get out of the way, we want to search."
"Mr. Inspector, this is a private house. I can't let you in without the owner's permission. But the owner is drunk." Peak's face suddenly changed and he said seriously.
"I want to see the master!" Henglu Chunshu still refused.
Pique pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Johnson, help the guy on the ground over and let Mr. Patrolman check if he's drunk."
"Do you have anyone else here?" Henglu Chunshu was a little surprised.
"Of course, let's drink. There are more people and it will be lively. There will be friends coming soon."
Johnson carried Mu Tian to the door.
Pique gave way, and Johnson carried Mu Tian through, trying to beat Mu Tian to Henglu Chunshu.
Henglu Haruki waved his hand in front of his eyes and quickly took a step back, "No, I'll just take a look. How much did you drink?"
Pique motioned for Johnson to go back, "Are you okay?"
"etc."
Pique, who was about to close the door, was stunned and stared at Haruki Hengji in displeasure.
"Gun." Henglu Chunshu spread his hands, "The one that just went off."
Pique took a breath and reached out to fumble around his waist.
Johnson took out the gun from his waist and handed it to Peake, "Here it is. I told you to keep the gun with you."
Pique smiled mockingly and took the gun.
"Mag, don't misfire again."
"Thank you." Peak said, removed the magazine, pushed and pulled the gun again, removed the bullet from the chamber, and handed the gun body to Haruki Hengji.
Haruki Henglu put the gun in his hand on his waist, took it, and looked at it over and over.
This is an M1911, exclusive to the US Marine Corps.
Hengji Haruki put the muzzle of the gun to his nostril.
Two car headlights flickered past.
A prison van and a Buick sedan came from both ends.
The patrolmen immediately went on alert and pulled the bolts of their guns.
"No, no, I'm a friend, here for a drink." Pique shouted hurriedly.
The patrol officers did not relax their vigilance. They actually raised their guns and pointed them at the approaching cars.
The car stopped.
Peterson got out of the prison car with Huang Zunyi, who had changed into prison guard uniforms.
The tall Englishman Chandler got out of the Buick sedan.
"He's here to drink too?" Haruki Henglu asked in confusion when he saw Chandler.
Chandler stared at the patrolman with his gun raised and shouted, "What are you doing? Put down the gun!"
Most of the patrolmen in this group were Japanese. Although Chandler's scolding and the police rank on his body shocked them to varying degrees, the commander directly under him did not give an order and still held the gun firmly and did not put it down.
When Chandler saw it, he was extremely angry. He strode forward, shot down several rifles with his bow left and right, rushed up to the porch, stood at attention and saluted Peake, "Hello, sir."
"Sir? Isn't he just a theater manager?" Haruki Yokoji thought to himself.
Chandler immediately turned around and glared at Henglu Haruki, "Henglu, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Sir, here is..."
"Pah!" Chandler couldn't help but said, and slapped Henglu on the face, "You have a sister!" Then he kicked Henglu Chunshu in the abdomen, "Get out!"
Even though Haruki Henglu ducked to avoid it, he still got kicked in the lower abdomen. He screamed "Ouch" and covered his abdomen with both hands. He turned around and waved in pain, "Take it, take it!"
The police officers put away their guns and lined up to wait.
Chandler smiled at Peake, and the two of them let each other enter the room.
"Wait... wait a moment." Haruki Yokoji shouted to Peake and Chandler.
The two of them stopped and turned to look at the embarrassed Henglu Haruki.
"Are you still coming in for a search?" Pique looked at Haruki Hengji with a mocking look.
Chandler also stared at Haruki Hengji.
"Sir." Hengji Haruki bowed to Chandler, because he was the inspector of the Elbow Branch patrol house. Then he said to Peake, "Mr. Peake, your "Swan Lake" is very good, can you
Give me two tickets and I’ll take my wife to watch it, and he likes it very much.”
"I'll ask someone to send you to the patrol room." Pique smiled.
"Thank you." Heng Lu bowed again, turned around and covered his face with one hand and his lower abdomen with the other. After a while, he lowered his hands again, shook his head, and shouted loudly: "Stop, close the team!"
The patrolmen left, the queue was quite orderly, and their footsteps were steady.
Peterson brought Huang Zunqi to see Peake, "I brought him here."
"Thank you. Come and see Mu Tian."
Huang Zun scurried into the house, and everyone followed him. Pique walked at the end, looked around for a while, and closed the door.
Chandler saw Duan Yaming on the ground and quickly went over to check his pulse. Then he stood up and sighed, his face serious.
"What?" Pique asked.
"You guys have made things worse." Chandler said in a low voice, somewhat frustrated.
"Why? Those patrols just now?"
"They don't care. The key is that this person belongs to Mr. Nian."
"Let me tell you," Johnson interrupted, shrugging at Pique.
"Mr. Nian is a good friend of Inger." Chandler ignored Johnson's interruption and said seriously to Pique.
"Isn't it Demenik? That reporter who makes a fuss. What's the big deal? How big can it be?" Pique remained unmoved and said lightly.
"Oh, sir, you don't know. I judge that Deminik, Inger, and Mr. Nian are on the same line." Chandler still said in a dignified tone, and made a squeezing motion.
Piqué pondered for a while and looked at Duan Yaming on the ground, "We are cooperating with the government here and are not responsible for them. This is wartime, anything can happen. Don't worry, it's no big deal."
"It's always a problem." Chandler was still worried.
"Nothing is serious, but I need a quiet place." Huang Zunqi came over and said to Pique.