After passing the internal road of the town, we drove on to the interstate highway, and then the road was smooth and straight for 30 kilometers to Yise Pavilion.
Unfortunately, not long after he drove out, a police car caught up with him from behind and signaled Zhang Jing to pull over.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, Zhang Jing took the initiative to stop the car and got out of the car early.
At this time, the police car behind had just stopped, and two Asian police officers got out of the police car.
"Do you have a gun on you?" one of the police officers asked in English.
Zhang Jing shook his head.
"Is there a gun in the car?"
Slowly shaking his head again, Zhang Jing discovered a frightening situation.
The five-meter metal detector found that the police-style Glock pistols carried by the two policemen in front of them were both loaded.
The bullet was in the chamber.
Also because the Glock police pistol does not have any manual safety, as long as you put your finger on the trigger and press it down, you can fire.
This shows that as long as they are willing, Zhang Jing may be killed in the next second.
His brain was spinning at high speed, and he carefully recalled the pistol owned by the tall and lanky policeman Joe. Although it was the same model, it was definitely not kept loaded!
What does this mean?
For the first time ever, Zhang Jing felt a huge panic!
What is the crime of killing a police officer?
His thoughts were only in one thought. When he saw a hint of teasing from the corner of the other party's mouth, Zhang Jing decisively took out his M500 and pulled the trigger directly.
There was a loud bang, and a hole the size of an adult's fist appeared on the policeman's chest.
Another policeman did not expect his companion to die so quickly, so he decisively pressed the trigger and shot Zhang Jing twice.
pain!
Zhang Jing was repulsed by bullets and reluctantly fired a second shot, causing half of the second policeman's head to explode.
Auntie really didn't lie. The power of the M500 is really incredible. The effect is just right. If you rub it, you will be disabled, and if you touch it, you will die.
The question is, what to do now?
Zhang Jing trembled and called lawyer Shen Mingming.
"I shot and killed two police officers on the road from Whitefish to Isle Court, what now?"
Shen Mingming was playing a game with his blond secretary in the office and subconsciously asked: "Why did you kill them? Quickly describe the detailed process!"
“I was driving normally and they caught up from behind and asked me to stop;
Then I got out of the car first, and they asked me if I had a gun on me, and I said no;
But I found that their pistols were all loaded. When they showed malicious expressions, I shot first. "
Shen Mingming was confused, "Don't you have a gun on you?"
"Don't dwell on this now, I hid it well."
"OK!" Shen Mingming quickly warned, "Put down the gun now and call the police immediately. Just say that when you encounter a fake police officer, you'd better take off your clothes. I'm coming over now!"
"good."
Zhang Jing hung up the phone and noticed the cars coming and going on the road, and they were already calling the police.
He took a deep breath of cold air, calmly put down the pistol, then walked to the back of the pickup truck, opened the tarp, transferred two tons of silver from the mithril space, and put it into the back.
Then he called the police and stripped himself naked, leaving only a pair of shorts in the cold wind, which looked absolutely harmless.
The first time he killed two policemen.
God bless, when Zhang Jing was under tremendous mental pressure, an acquaintance was the first to arrive.
Joe Taylor, a lanky whitefish town police officer, and his colleague Eddie Hurt.
Looking at the two policemen on the ground who were dying in terrible conditions, Joe Taylor was confused.
"They are fake police officers who want to steal the silver from my car," Zhang Jing was cold and frightened. His jaws were fighting, but he said with certainty: "They shot at me. Fortunately, I was wearing a bulletproof vest."
Joe Taylor walked to the pickup truck and lifted up a corner of the tarp, revealing some silver nuggets inside.
Then he walked to the two dead bodies and wanted to test the pulse in his neck to see if he was still alive.
As a result, there was no need to try at all, a big hole opened in one's chest, and half of his head was broken into eight pieces.
Looking at the M500 revolver, also known as a hand cannon, on the ground, Joe Taylor's mouth twitched.
The shooting of two police officers was a major crime.
Soon, more police cars, police officers, and reporters arrived.
Seeing a fat policeman walking towards him with handcuffs, Zhang Jing was scared because he didn't want to go to jail.
"etc!"
A middle-aged man in civilian clothes raised the ID he found from the body's pocket and shouted, "They are pretending to be police!"
One sentence triggered many reporters outside the cordon to rush to ask questions.
"The law enforcement recorder has not been turned on." The middle-aged man squatted next to the body and held up the pistol to check. "The gun is loaded with bullets."
As more favorable evidence was discovered, Zhang Jing felt like he was on a roller coaster.
Policeman Pandun looked at Zhang Jing, then at the handcuffs, and almost locked them.
Zhang Jing retracted his outstretched hand and refused to lock it with the fat policeman.
"Thank you for your outstanding contribution to maintaining public order in Seattle." Pangdun Policeman complimented.
Just a moment ago, Zhang Jing was a serious criminal, but in just a few minutes, he became the embodiment of justice.
Shen Mingming arrived at this time and was more surprised to learn that Zhang Jing had killed two fake police officers than Zhang Jing had killed two real police officers.
"How did you do it?" Shen Mingming didn't understand. "Two versus one, the other party was the police?"
"They obviously had bad intentions and wanted to kill people and steal my things," Zhang Jing explained. "I didn't know they were fake police officers."
Shen Mingming raised his thumb, "I almost had a heart attack because of you!"
"Thanks."
Zhang Jing sincerely thanked Shen Mingming. His experience helped Zhang Jing reduce many risks.
For example, if you call the police and say that you have encountered a fake police officer, this can prevent him from being rushed over and the police will rush him out indiscriminately.
Another example is taking off your clothes. Although it is cold, it makes people feel reassured that there is no gun hidden on them.
Otherwise, you may be jumped by the police who arrive behind you.
I also want to thank Aunt Susan for selling me body armor, otherwise she would have been shot twice and she would have died.
Of course, the reason why Zhang Jing is still alive is mostly due to himself.
At the critical moment, be decisive and courageous.
Including transferring two tons of silver into the truck bed. If the people killed were real policemen, they would be determined to revolt after seeing the money.
By the way, why would such a bad thing happen to me?
Could it be that you forgot to offer incense to Brother Cheng?
It’s not even Qingming Festival yet.
"Here's your revolver."
The thin Gauqiao handed the M500 with a black handle and a silver gun body to Zhang Jing.
"Thank you," Zhang Jing took the revolver and expressed his gratitude to Qiao, "Luckily you were the first one to arrive, otherwise I would have killed the other policemen directly, right?"
"Most likely not," Qiao comforted. "When I arrived, you didn't have a gun in your hand and your clothes were clean."
"What can I do for you?" Zhang Jing asked.
"The Whitefish Town Police Department is a small police department with only five people and a small budget. Can you donate some money so that we can have money to buy gifts for our children at Christmas?"
"Are you so direct?"
Joe Taylor shrugged, "You asked."
"No problem," Zhang Jing promised, "I will ask Ba to transfer a donation of 10,000 yuan to the small town police station."
"Wow~"
Joe Taylor's eyes were bright and he thought it was only two to three thousand yuan. He promised, "There will be no less than two irregular patrols every day on the seven-kilometer gravel road leading to the championship racecourse."
Zhang Jing didn't expect that donating money would have such benefits, and he actually felt like he was making money.
With no one else paying attention to him, Zhang Jing asked Qiao, "Can I leave now?"
"You have so much silver in your car, I'll give it to you."
"Thanks."
"It's us who want to thank you. The Whitefish Town Police Department has a very small public budget. It relies on donations from a few residents of the town for salary, vehicle maintenance, police station house maintenance, gas expenses, etc."
Zhang Ying nodded his head and refreshed his three views.
Isn’t it enough that the salaries of police, fire fighters, education, and civil servants are supported by property taxes?
