People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 5 005. Men should use big guns
Executioner 2?

Chris, who has no sense of presence next to him, recalled carefully, this film is really cool.

"If you like a transformation gun, I can get it for you."

Thinking of the gun that Bloodsport had in the team during the last mission, Chris thought about giving the loot to his friends when he retrieved the place one day.

"That's great, man, that's really interesting!"

Picking up the pineapple beer on the table, Zhang San happily touched the bottle with him.

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"This is a powerful weapon with three shooting modes: explosion, penetration, and energy storage. I also added a verification system to it. Only you can use this gun."

Smith's manufacturing speed was very fast. When Zhang San and Chris were bragging and farting, he had already walked out of the secret room with a black pistol.

At the first sight of it, Zhang San thought it should not be called a pistol, but a hand cannon.

The black muzzle is more than twice as big as the fn5.7, and the weight is also excessive.

He checked the magazine. Seven standard bullets were quietly stuck inside.

"Thank you, I like this gun very much."

There is no man who doesn't like big guns. Zhang Tiantian likes to collect firearms.

"Killing more black skins will be your reward."

Smith wanted a different reward than ordinary people. He wanted to see Zhang San use this gun to smash the bodies of those bastards.

Nodding awkwardly, Zhang San said that if someone didn't obey the instructions, he would use this weapon to beat the other person to tears.

Smith was very satisfied, and then moved his eyes to his son.

Smith had nothing to say to this son who was not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at it. After turning around, he entered the bedroom and closed the door.

Bang!
Chris, who was regarded as air, opened his mouth. He had a lot to say to his father, but he still couldn't say it.

He was afraid that he would be scolded if he said it, and he was also afraid that his father would be unhappy.

After getting a new weapon, Zhang San took out a holster from his backpack, and then hung the hand cannon on his waist.

It is also what a police officer should do to show off his own equipment, so as to reduce some unsightly gangsters and hooligans looking for trouble.

At night, Zhang San, who was approved to take a day off, came to the Fennel Field restaurant in Chris's car.

Munn and others who had already arrived saw an Asian man accompanying the peace messenger, so Munn whispered to the others.

"I brought an extra person, doesn't it matter?"

Not only is Chris wearing his Peacemaker suit, he even has his helmet on.

However, the customers in the restaurant seem to have gotten used to it, even if there is a transvestite sitting next to them, they don't respond.

Moon glanced at the Asian man who had already sat down, and he stretched out his hand directly: "Moon, are you Officer Zhang?"

"Zhang San, nice to meet you, Moon."

His gaze was always on the other person's forehead, because Zhang San had known for a long time that there was a small alien monster living in this gentleman's mind.

Regarding the Butterfly Project, he had no desire to participate.

But if Chris can take him to pick up a leak when he's dealing with a big shot, he'd be more than happy.

"What is so hard on you?"

Suddenly, the blond beauty Harcourt, who was squeezed into the seat by Zhang San, asked him a question with a strange expression.

Something has been pushing against her since just now...

"Sorry, I'm afraid it's my heart of steel."

As he spoke, Zhang San pulled out his hand cannon from his waist with a smile and placed it on the dining table.

Seeing the big black thing on the table, several people at the same table glanced at Zhang San's muscles again...

As expected of a muscular macho, the guns he was equipped with were all this big.

There were more people, and the few people who originally wanted to make fun of the Peace Messenger's outfit also chatted normally.

Mu En asked them to talk less in front of Zhang San, so apart from introducing themselves, they just talked about the latest news.

"Harcourt, you are in good shape."

"Really? Thanks…"

The blonde beauty didn't take too kindly to his compliment, after all, it made her ears tingle.

"Dude, I heard you take more administrative leave than street gangsters, is that true?"

The bearded John was very curious about Zhang San's experience. It was a miracle that he was able to take so many vacations without being fired.

Zhang San took a sip of the freshly served iced drink, nodded and replied, "I'm just following the procedure, which is completely in compliance with the law."

"Wow, aren't you afraid of those unreasonable and noisy family members?"

John knew how difficult some dark-skinned people were, like maggots that stuck to them and couldn't be shaken off.

"Why are you afraid? Why should I be afraid of them when doing things in accordance with the law? Could it be that they can make me die suddenly by moving their mouths?"

"cool!"

John really admires this buddy, Zhang San is even braver than some superheroes.

The so-called superheroes don't dare to mess with dark-skinned people, even if they do good things in front of public opinion, they will turn into bad things.

They also had to come out and apologize, to the families of those bad guys!
"If you go to Gotham, I believe the clown or something will kneel on the ground and beg you not to shoot."

"Joker? Doesn't Batman like to play cat-and-mouse cat-and-mouse games with him? This guy is just a scum of society, and he should be turned into powder and sprinkled in the toilet."

"You're right, the Joker is mentally ill, but Batman is even more mentally ill than him. Because this Pu Xi knows what will happen to the Joker when he comes out of prison and still follows the no-kill principle!"

Chris agrees with his old friend's words very much. In his opinion, Batman doesn't even have the spirit of sacrifice, and he is unwilling to sacrifice himself to save those poor Gotham citizens.

"Yes! That's right!"

A waiter wearing glasses stood next to them at some point and echoed.

He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Chris and said: "Peacemaker, I am a big fan of yours, and it would be great to see you back!"

"Yes, nice to meet you. Do you need a signature?"

"Oh, if I may!"

The waiter wearing glasses immediately ran to get a pen and asked the Messenger of Peace to write his name on his overalls.

Looking at the waiter who left cheerfully, Chris smiled and glanced at the others: "Look, I'm also a superhero with fans."

"In fact, you even have more fans on the Internet than some superheroes. Everyone likes your character of daring to shoot bad guys."

The citizens of Gotham who are in dire straits hope that a peace messenger will appear and save them.

(End of this chapter)