"Why? Do you think a sausage burger can defeat me?"
Moon turned and returned to his office.
He wanted to use facts to prove that he was right. A good warrior would not be defeated by a sausage burger.
It was approaching noon, and Zhang San, who was patrolling outside on his bicycle, was wondering whether he should learn to ride a bicycle.
Patrolling on a bicycle became uncomfortable when the weather got hot, and now he had to drink several bottles of ice water a morning.
And if you are driving and patrolling, there is an air conditioner that can blow...
After finishing his morning patrol work and checking in at the police station, he went to Chief Daniel's office.
"You want to learn to drive?!"
As if he heard something strange, Director Daniel looked at him in disbelief.
In the two years since he joined the police force, Zhang San has never said he wanted to learn to drive, and Chief Daniel saw that he sometimes arrived at the scene faster than the police officers who drove, so he didn't rush him.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements for you right now."
The chief was quite happy to see him learn to drive. He believed that the ace police officer would be able to greatly improve patrol efficiency after being equipped with a car.
A few days later, Zhang San, who had been given a week's leave by Director Daniel, came to see his car coach.
A white man named Leon.
It's a pity that he didn't get a split in the head and he's not a strong young man, let alone a policeman.
He is just an examiner and coach who is worried about life in middle age.
After getting in the car, Leon very responsibly told him about the mistakes that novice drivers might make, and introduced everything in the car in detail.
When he heard Zhang San say that he had driven a friend's car, he gave up the driving seat of the coach car to Zhang San.
"Relax, driving is as easy as dating a girl, you can do it!"
Leon encouraged him, but he soon regretted it.
This student of his stepped on the accelerator and almost sent him away. If Leon hadn't stepped on the brakes quickly, he would have gone straight to see God!
"How many times did you say you drove a car?!"
Pointing to the wall less than half a meter in front of the car, Leon shouted excitedly.
They had already rushed from the road to the house on the roadside, and they would have collided with it any later!
Fortunately, the co-pilot of the coach car has brakes!
"I drove it once or twice..."
The gap between reality and the game is still a bit big. Ever since Zhang San drove a car for the vigilante and Chris a few years ago, he has never sat in the driver's seat again.
First, because the other two people said that even if they were shot to death by gangsters, they would not ride in the car he drove. Second, he was also afraid.
As it is now, in practice he is a road killer!
Leon, who sat back in the driver's seat, calmed down a little. After he drove the car back to the road, he patiently told Zhang San what to pay attention to.
Another day passed.
Under Coach Lyon's trusting eyes, Zhang San sat in the driver's seat.
The car started moving slowly, and he drove around the town at a speed slower than a bicycle.
"Very good, just remember not to step on the accelerator."
One of them taught and the other studied seriously, and soon the speed of the car slowly increased.
Coach Lyon was very pleased to see Zhang San who was completely proficient.
A few days later, Zhang San successfully obtained his driver's license.
As a group of colleagues applauded and celebrated, the ace police officer finally got a police car of his own.
Ford Explorer.
A car that is very suitable for macho men.
With it, Zhang San's patrol efficiency has indeed increased a lot.
In the following time, Officer Zhang, who was driving a police car, would never miss another criminal incident again...
Bang!
Bang!
On the road in a small town, Zhang San, who was holding the steering wheel, roughly rammed the front of his car into the butt of the suspect's car in front, but unfortunately he did not lose control of the other person's vehicle.
Perhaps it was because the stopping technique he learned from the police station was still in the trial stage and he had little practical experience.
There are very few suspects in the small town of Evergreen because most suspects use the money to buy cars to buy powder and guns.
It is rare that a person does not accept parking inspection today. He must use this rare opportunity to contact his PIT technology.
Bang! ! !
The collision was so severe that the suspect's vehicle was directly hit by his Ford Explorer and stopped in the grass on the roadside.
Seeing that there was no time to practice anymore, he braked and got out of the car with the Sand Eagle.
"Show me your hands!"
Zhang San, who was standing behind the police car, pointed his gun at the cab of the car, and his colleagues also parked the car next to it.
"Get out of the car!"
"Hands! Let me see your hands!"
"Don't shoot!!!"
The red car parked in the grass slowly opened the door, and then a man stretched out his hands.
He was smart enough not to resist to the end.
The police officers swarmed him and handcuffed him, while Zhang San found one or two packets of powder from his car.
and a loaded pistol.
"You are not from our town, how dare you come to our place to sell fans?"
As he searched more carefully, he discovered that this man was really brave. The powder bags hidden in the car totaled at least thirty kilograms!
"Police officer, business is not easy to do in other cities."
The man whose age on the ID card was in his forties said helplessly.
He also wanted to do a specialty business, but unfortunately the markets in big cities were occupied by gangs, so he could only do this kind of mobile business.
Go to one place and sell a little bit, then move to the next place.
What puzzled him was why the Asian police officer in front of him could see that there was something wrong with him.
Obviously no police officer came to investigate him when he was in the previous cities, but he didn't expect that a police officer from a small place would find something wrong.
"Are you so afraid of death that you sell fans and carry a gun?"
Zhang San didn't understand why he surrendered even though he had a pistol. He should at least resist.
"It's making money, officer. That gun is for me to protect against buyers. You also know who you are likely to meet in this business."
As if accepting his fate, the man told the story of the strange things he had encountered while selling goods over the years.
Some gave him counterfeit money, some were ready to rob him with a gun, and some were more direct, ready to kill him, touch a wave of corpses, and take away the free fans.
With luck, he managed to survive.
Unlucky, he ran away with a gunshot wound.
You even have to be careful when picking up goods. It is very common in this industry to take advantage of others.
He once encountered a colleague who was beaten to death while picking up goods, and his body was thrown directly into the sea and became food for fish.
After hearing his story, Zhang San smiled and said to the man: "Don't worry, you will live in our prison from now on. It is absolutely safe there."
Before returning to the car, he added:
"By the way, the protective measures in the prison are ten yuan each. If you still have friends, you'd better ask them to send some money."
Gudong...
The man with a stunned expression was stuffed into the back seat of the police car by several police officers. What awaited him would be multiple charges and a brutal sentence.
