People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 170 170. Prepare in advance

The man who lay down on the sofa didn't care at all. He even wanted to take out another one and throw it on the floor to give Harley something to do.

By the way, why does this sofa smell like flowers?

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Zhang San, who vaguely guessed something, immediately sat up straight and moved away from the place with the fragrance of flowers.

"What's wrong?" Ivy sat where he was lying just now.
"nothing."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang San suddenly stood up and walked to the door.

Seeing it opening the door as if to leave, Ivy had a question mark on her face and didn't know what the keyboard turned around to face her.

"Well, let me ask." Holding the door handle, Zhang San still couldn't control his inner curiosity and spoke out.

"Ok?"

Since women have a very strong sixth sense, Ivy's intuition told her that what the keyboard was going to ask next was definitely not right.

Zhang San looked at the retreat route, then used funny energy on himself. After making sure that the problem was not serious, he said to Poison Ivy: "Are you going to fart now? Because there is a strange floral smell on the sofa."

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Ivy, who was stunned for two seconds, suddenly turned red with anger, and the vines clinging to the house went berserk!
Bang!
Realizing that the danger was coming, Zhang San, who was standing at the door, didn't wait for the answer to the question. He kicked out the vines that had surrounded him and disappeared into the air.

"keyboard!!!"

[Fortunately, my brother is a smart man and knows to leave a way out for himself. 】

Driving the spaceship, Zhang San flew towards Evergreen at full speed with no worries.

Another day passed and his vacation was over.

Officer Zhang, who returned to work, checked the firearms he took out from the arsenal, and then pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

"Do you do this every time?"

Barbara, who was watching the whole process, didn't understand why he had to check the firearm every time, or the kind that took it apart and reassembled it.

Ha ha
With a chuckle, Officer Zhang looked at her with your young eyes and said slowly: "If a firearm malfunctions at a critical moment, it will cost your life, so I will check them every time before going to work."

Guns are his important tools. Without using skills, Zhang San must take them apart every time he goes to work to see the condition of the parts inside.

"So that's the case, I understand."

"Let's go, I don't know what kind of suspects I will encounter during the night shift tonight."

Officer Zhang carried his rifle, put on a tactical vest with a full magazine, and got into the car. Barbara, who followed, also put on her own equipment.

The Evergreen Police Department recently got a lot of new equipment, all sponsored by Wayne Group to thank the officers for protecting workers. The tactical vest he wore was a product of Wayne Group.

It's a pity that I didn't get a new gun. The other party only sponsored a wave of body armor, tactical vests, and some functional props.

Also because of Wayne Group, the street lights on the streets of the town have been replaced with new solar street lights. They can continue to illuminate for more than ten hours at night after absorbing sunlight during the day.

Now in the town of Evergreen, the roadside lights are lit up at night, which is much better than before when the lights were either broken or not available.

They don't stop crime, but they give officers a good view.

Just like now, the two people in the police car far away saw a drunkard wandering under the street light.

"Sir, do you need help?"

"Go away!"

Barbara, who sounded friendly, received very unfriendly swear words in response, so the police car stopped next to the drunkard wearing a woolen hat.As soon as the muscular Officer Zhang got out of the car and stared at the man with a fierce expression in the police car, his face suddenly changed: "I'm sorry, officer."

"It's okay. I like to take care of people like you who are drunk and don't know the way. Why don't you let me take you back?"

Zhang San put his hand on the gun at his waist very kindly. If the buddy in front of him continues to act like a king regardless of life and death, then he will be in trouble.

The bearded man raised his hands and took two steps back in panic. He woke up from his drink the moment he saw Officer Zhang.

"I'm sorry officer, I'm sorry for what I just did."

He didn't want to be like those brainless black people who continued to rely on alcohol to get crazy when they saw the direct train to heaven. This was an act seeking death.

Even if he didn't have a weapon on him, if he was punched in the face by the police officer in front of him, something terrible would probably happen.

"Go back quickly. You dare to walk alone on the street at night. Captain America doesn't even dare to do this."

With a wave of his hand, Officer Zhang let go of this man whose attitude changed very quickly.

Seeing the man almost running out of sight, Barbara turned to her partner and said, "I thought you would just go up and punch him."

"Do I look like a violent maniac? He has admitted his mistake, right?"

Back in the car, Zhang San soon saw the bearded man wearing a woolen hat again, but his situation was not good at this time.

"Drop the knife!!!"

"Get down on the ground!"

I don’t know if it was what Officer Zhang said just now, but the buddy who ran away was actually robbed with a knife.

"Don't shoot!"

The robber, who was wearing a hooded jacket and a black mask, immediately dropped the knife when he saw someone and let go of the victim.

bump!
The black young man with his hands raised high was pinned by Zhang San on the front hood of the police car. After cuffing him, the necessary body search was conducted.

"Hey, you still have some finger cots to blow up balloons with, right?"

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The black young man did not dare to speak. Everyone in his circle knew clearly what would happen if he encountered the direct train to heaven.

The luckiest ones were arrested by him and imprisoned in the police station for a few days. The others either played with people in the sewers in prison, or they lay in the cemetery and told other black people not to do this.

People like him can get out of prison if they endure it, there is no need to trick themselves to death.

Zhang San also felt that it was quite strange that some of the rare black people were smart.

There are not many people who don't run when they see a police car, but just stand there and drop their weapons and cooperate honestly. He has only encountered about ten of them in a year.

More often than not, when they see a police car approaching, they immediately run away, then run for a while, turn around, draw their guns and attack the police officers who are chasing them.

It's a pity. If the robber had run away, he might have been able to get some time off.

Bang.

After closing the door of the back seat of the car, Zhang San turned and looked at the victim, this man who had the courage to go home alone after drinking in the bar:

"What can I say? If you dare to walk alone on the street at night, you are a more powerful Wolverine than Captain America."

"Thank you, officer. I will never appear alone on the streets at night again."

The bearded man with a beer belly spoke with a slight tremor. He was really frightened when the robber just held his shoulders and pointed the tip of a knife at him.

Fortunately, there is this direct train to heaven. His appearance is like an angel sent by God.

(End of this chapter)