Being a policeman in American manga, every day is a holiday

Chapter 11 The Black Lives Matter Movement

The next morning.

The sun did not shine through the curtains into the house as usual.

Because it is in a north-facing room, it is difficult for sunlight to shine in.

I don't know if it was because of the injection of the gene enhancer, or because I was too excited.

Zhao Hao woke up at six o'clock.

After practicing some physical training, he ran directly to the supermarket to buy groceries, and then ran back to the villa.

Even after running for more than an hour like this, he didn't feel much fatigue.

It was past nine o'clock before Lu Lixue got up tiredly.

When Zhao Hao saw her going downstairs, he brought her breakfast immediately.

"Xiaoxue, come and have some breakfast, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Lixue yawned and stretched, revealing her slim waist and huge bulging advantages.

"Oh...it's okay, I just slept too late last night."

Zhao Hao put the breakfast in front of the other party, and said: "I have already contacted the decorator, and they will come over tomorrow.

By the way, what style of decoration do you like?

Time to remodel it. "

Lu Lixue picked up a spoon to eat the porridge, and said casually, "Whatever you want, I don't care, you can make up your mind, anyway, you will live here in the future."

Through the candid chat last night, she has successfully let Zhao Hao live here.

It's still free, as long as she prepares three meals a day.

Thinking of the beautiful life in the future, I immediately began to think about the name of my future child, what school to study, how to train...

Until, a bell rang.

"Jingle Bell…"

After looking at the phone, she raised her index finger to Zhao Hao, reminding him to be quiet.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

"I am fine."

"My research is almost done..."

"I know the danger, but Dr. Wu and the others..."

After resisting for a few words, she slowly calmed down.

Zhao Hao heard the man on the phone seem to be talking about grandma, being sick, being hospitalized or something.

After a while, Lu Lixue could only lower her head, and said with a downcast expression, "Okay, I'll go back tomorrow..."

After hanging up the phone, she lowered her head with a lost expression.

When Zhao Hao saw this, he immediately came over and asked with concern: "What happened?"

Lu Lixue suddenly hugged the man in front of her, and said in a crying voice, "My grandma is sick and is in the hospital. The doctor said that she might not survive this month. Let me go back and see the last one."

Since she was a child, her mother and grandma treated her best, and her father mostly just played a role of giving money.

So she can rebel against her father, but she cannot ignore her grandma's serious illness.

Feeling the sadness of the woman in his arms, Zhao Hao stiffened for a moment, but soon patted the other woman's back gently.

"It's okay, you can go back and relax, I will look at your house."

After hearing this, Lu Lixue closed her eyes and her mood slowly recovered.

"I don't want you..."

Of course, she just said this in her heart.

Although she is a love brain, she also knows that the relationship between the two has not yet reached that level.

Even if she even thought of the name of the child...

But grandma's serious illness forced her to go back.

After all, she was her dearest grandma after her mother left.

Seeing that Lu Lixue was in a bad mood, Zhao Hao took the initiative to take her out shopping and then watch a movie to relieve her mood.

The time soon came to the second day.

When Zhao Hao woke up again, Lu Lixue had already left.

Her father booked her a morning flight. A cross-country flight like this needs to depart several hours in advance to prevent unexpected delays.

Looking at the empty villa, Zhao Hao sighed, and then started his morning exercise and exercise.

After noon, he began to prepare his revenge plan.

……

a week later.

Outside the police station, a group of protesters appeared holding plaques and shouting.

"Asian police, get out of the police station!"

"Revenge for the tragic death of my comrades!"

"What qualifications does he have to shoot!"

"Hand over the murderer!"

Most of them were black, with a few white women.

After the video of Zhao Hao killing three hooligans was censored and exposed on the Internet, a group of Black Lives Matter members appeared.

These people incited many people to protest in front of the police station.

Of course, some people come mainly because they get a lot of money.

After all, the Black Lives Matter Fund has tens of millions of dollars.

Hire some people to make trouble, with rhythm, it can't be normal.

At this time, Malvern was looking at the protestors with a headache.

"These damn pigs, have your brains been kicked by a donkey? You are obviously upholding justice, but these people came to protest after watching a video that is true and false."

Zhao Hao, who was behind Marvin, just nodded lightly when he heard this and said nothing.

After finishing the psychological evaluation yesterday, he reported to the police station early this morning.

He didn't really care about the protests of black people, after all, there was nothing wrong with his procedures.

It is impossible for the bureau to make things difficult for itself, otherwise tens of thousands of policemen would not agree.

And Marvin sighed when he saw that Zhao Hao didn't take it to heart at all.

“Although they just shout, their influence is not small.

Even the mayor called to ask because of these people's protests. If there is a big trouble, I can only transfer you to the logistics department. "

When Zhao Hao heard this, his expression suddenly became serious.

No, not to mention the low wages in the logistics department, we can't fully enforce justice.

At that time, half of the system will be abolished.

"Excuse me, sir, what is the name of the boss of the Ghost Hand Party, and where is their headquarters?"

When he said this, he kept observing Malvin and several police officers next to him.

He found that Marvin just continued to look out of the window without changing his expression, while one of the police officers next to him moved his finger slightly and his eyes flickered.

According to psychology, Marvin obviously already knew that the mastermind behind the scenes was the Ghost Hand, so he was not surprised to say the name directly.

And the police officer with twinkling eyes is a sign of guilt, and it is very likely that he has something to do with the Ghost Hand.

In other words, what I said now may very well appear in the ears of the leader of the Ghost Hand Party after a while.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Of course he was not a reckless man, he said the seemingly reckless words just now casually.

It's just to test the reaction of everyone, and then find out the possible spies in the bureau.

Even if there are no traitors in the bureau, leaving the director with the impression of a reckless man can reduce the other party's defense against him.

After all, no one would like their subordinates to be too smart.

After a while, Marvin looked at the protesting crowd below, who seemed to have more and more postures, and could only say helplessly: "Don't worry, I'll hold a press conference later and make your law enforcement video public. Let's see when the time comes."

He didn't want to provoke the Ghost Hand Party at all.

Others may not be clear, but he does know that he cannot afford to provoke the people behind the Ghost Hand Party.

(End of this chapter)