"Extra al" is synonymous with intensified training, which is not a good thing. The Fourth Squadron mbers surrounding the local tyrant saw Luo Zheng was furious, so they put away their playful attitudes and struck faster and harder. Cries of pain filled the air, and in no ti at all, everyone was lying on the ground, without exception, many severely injured and unconscious.
A screaming police car arrived and, after parking by the roadside, two police officers got out, looking at the scene with tension and astonishnt. One officer quickly took out his radio to contact superiors, while the other cautiously approached. Soon, the police reached the tea house, and upon seeing the bloodied bald man, their expressions changed dramatically, becoming grave. They looked at Luo Zheng and asked sternly, "What happened here?"
"You won't be able to handle this. Call your superior," Luo Zheng said calmly, placing the 54 pistol on the table, watching the police with a steady gaze.
Seeing the pistol, the police officer's expression changed instantly, but after noticing Luo Zheng had no hostile intent, he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly took out his phone, stepped back a few paces, and made a call. Realizing that such a major incident involving gunfire was beyond his capability to handle.
After the call, the police returned to the tea house, looking at Luo Zheng with a grave expression. Realizing that Luo Zheng was unperturbed as if none of this mattered, the officer understood the significance of the situation. Looking again at the bald man, who appeared to be in great pain and at risk without tily treatnt, he asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital imdiately?"
"No need, I'm not going to die, just call your Captain over," the bald man sneered arrogantly, as if the police were rely his underlings.
The police frowned slightly, said nothing, and walked over to Luo Zheng, saying suspiciously, "Show your ID cards, I'm a police officer, and I have the right to investigate this matter. Please cooperate."
"Your authority is insufficient," Luo Zheng replied calmly.
The police officer was stunned, becoming more convinced of his suspicions and feeling sowhat troubled. Luo Zheng, understanding his thoughts, continued calmly, "Don't worry, we won't run. This matter is beyond your jurisdiction."
"Alright then, wait here. Don't go anywhere," the officer advised anxiously, knowing full well that these thirty or so individuals had taken down nearly a hundred n, unard, with such ease and with a clear military bearing. The officer, no fool, had a vague idea of Luo Zheng's status, wisely choosing to stay silent.
"Officer, what's going on? Can't you see I'm the victim here? They're the aggressors, why not arrest them?" the bald man shouted arrogantly.
The policeman glanced at him sympathetically, thinking that evil deeds will eventually face retribution. As part of his duties, he approached the bald man to confirm, "We've already called for an ambulance. Do you need to take you to the hospital first? Many are injured here, several ambulances might not be enough."
"Get lost, I'm not going to die," the bald man yelled angrily, face flushed as if insulted, glaring coldly at the officer as he cursed, "You'll pay later, kid."
"Wow, a thug threatening a cop, this is good, keep going," Lan Xing shouted provocatively, filming with a mobile phone.
The police officer glanced at Lan Xing, his face turning bitter, ignoring the bald man, he went outside the tea house to inspect, discovering everyone was severely injured. They wouldn't be able to get up for at least a couple of months, but there was no threat to life. This level of precision was a military hallmark. The officer, puzzled, eyed Luo Zheng and took out his phone again.
Such a big incident surely implicated many people, and there would be far-reaching consequences. The police officer had weighed the situation and made a call to relevant parties. Luo Zheng watched calmly, not moving, while Hong ihua ended her call and nodded to Luo Zheng, who smiled knowingly.
Several minutes later, countless police vehicles and ambulances arrived with sirens blaring. The police quickly cordoned off the area, maintaining order and assisting dical personnel with transporting the injured. With not enough ambulances, they had to use police cars. Strangely, no one ca to investigate the tea house, as if they weren't aware of its occupants.
The bald man, who was waiting for his allies to overturn the situation, was terrified when familiar faces didn't show up. He nervously glanced at Luo Zheng, seeing him remain calm and composed, chatting casually with those nearby. Realizing he was in big trouble, his face turned pale with cold sweat streaming down, he shouted, "Officer, I can't take it anymore, take to the hospital now."
The policeman who had already received instructions walked over, sowhat dissatisfied, saying, "I offered earlier and you refused, and now you're asking. Are you causing trouble on purpose? Co with ." He looked at Luo Zheng, who nodded, and only then did the officer confidently lead the bald man away.
"Are we really letting him go just like that?" Ghost Hand asked, slightly unwilling, in a low voice.
"Don't worry, the cop must have received orders from certain people and will keep an eye on him. He won't escape. We don't need to complicate matters now that others are handling it," Luo Zheng replied softly.
"Alright, I'll trust you then." Ghost Hand said nonchalantly.
As they spoke, a policeman in his fifties hurried over, hair graying at the temples, exuding righteousness. With piercing eyes, he scanned his surroundings, adjusted his uniform, and quickly entered the tea house. Upon seeing the man approach, Luo Zheng stood up, leaned over, and softly told everyone, "Don't say anything, let handle it."
"Understood," everyone whispered back.
The middle-aged policeman stepped inside, his sharp eyes landing on Luo Zheng, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"
Luo Zheng glanced at the officer's rank, took out his work ID, and handed it over. After checking it, the officer saluted and said solemnly, "Hello everyone, I've been ordered to handle this scene; you may leave now. I'll handle the follow-up."
"Okay, I'll arrange for soone to send you the video footage of this incident," Luo Zheng agreed.
"That would be great. With the video, the follow-up will be much easier. We've been watching this gang for a long ti, so of whom are murderers, but we've never had enough evidence. You've been a great help, and I thank you on behalf of the Municipal Bureau," the officer said gratefully.
"Consider this gun as evidence. Take it with you," Luo Zheng pointed to the pistol on the table.
The middle-aged policeman picked up the gun, checked the serial number, and his face changed significantly, becoming excited as he exclaid, "This gun is linked to two murder cases, and both victims were police officers. Thanks to you, we've finally found it. Thank you." His words carried excitent, and he respectfully saluted Luo Zheng again.
"No need to be so formal, we're all serving the nation," Luo Zheng replied politely.
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