Wealth

It's not that Wang Hu likes to be troublesome, it's really that he was assigned to the police this time.

　　Wang Dafu's administrative level is at the deputy department level. He usually has his nostrils tugging at the top of his head when dealing with the leaders of the city. How could he be able to see Wang Hu and the others, who can't even reach the department level?

　　 Wang Hu came to the Pingyuan factory to check the situation, but the director Guo Shuanzhu actually arranged it after receiving a call from Wang Dafu. Therefore, it is impossible to make a difference without taking back a clear solution.

　　 "Who's bastard, what's the trouble?" Before Wang Hu could speak, a policeman next to him yelled first.

When Fan Wubing heard the words, his eyes were cold, and he stared straight at the little policeman. He was flushed and he was obviously drunk. He nodded and said, "Who is in mourning clothes? Little bastard?"

　　The policeman was furious. At that time, their uniforms were all white, which was indeed the same color as the mourning suit. Several police officers nearby were very angry when they heard it. Even Wang Hu's face was blue.

"What are you talking about?" The little policeman naturally refused to be insulted by such a small child, relied on his drunkenness, and no matter how people around him looked at him, he walked over and grabbed Fan Wuyi's shoulder. Clothes.

Before everyone could react, he saw Fan Wuyi's shoulder tremble, and his two small hands grabbed the little policeman's wrist like lightning, and his left leg quickly kicked the opponent's ankle, as if he had made a shoulder fall. Usually, the policeman was thrown out.

The little policeman's body weighing a hundred pounds suddenly flew up, soared from the crowd, and fell on his buttocks after two laps. He could only hear the screams of oh, oh, and he was obviously injured. .

　　 "His——" Wang Hu suddenly took a deep breath.

　　 This kid is still practicing family! Although the little policeman is only in his early twenties, he has been in the criminal police team for more than two years. The idle gangsters are really not his opponents, who knows he was thrown out by a preschooler like this!

After being smashed, the little policeman woke up eight minutes out of his alcohol. He only felt that something hot on his face was flowing down. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It was sticky and bloody, and his forehead was broken. , Suddenly yelled, "Assault the police——"

"Assault on the police, you look like you, and I am ashamed to say that I am a policeman? I hope to rely on you to protect the people's lives and property, humph--" Fan Wubing snorted disapprovingly. The look in his eyes made Wang Hu, a guy who has been a policeman for ten years, feel ashamed.

The policemen who were on the sidelines did not do it anymore. Although the object was a child, they were actually thrown out. This place had to be found back. So five or six policemen surrounded him, trying to get Fan Wu out. I'll be caught.

　　 "The police beat someone--" "You so many adults, bullying a child, don't you feel embarrassed?!" Someone in the crowd of onlookers suddenly yelled in dissatisfaction, and there was some commotion.

　　 But the next scene is even more shocking.

Only two police officers put their hands on Fan Wu's shoulders, and they were thrown out like sandbags. If it weren't for Fan Wu's unwilling to make matters worse, and left a few hands, it wouldn't be to scratch the skin. It's that simple.

　　 This is the case. The two policemen who were thrown out also lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. They had temporarily lost their combat effectiveness. The remaining policemen were all dumbfounded and wanted to retreat, but they were blocked by the surrounding crowd. Fan Wubing was no longer polite. He turned around quickly and threw these people out. At the end, he said coolly, "People don't offend me, I don't offend people."

　　 When Wang Hu was unsure of what to do, a policeman who was thrown out wiped his nosebleeds and hummed, "Team Wang, this kid is like a piece of iron. Whoever touches it is bleeding!"

　　 Just when everyone was watching the show and wondering what would happen next, a shot broke the chaos.

　　 Wang Hu took out his spear and fired a shot into the sky.

　　 The chaotic crowd suddenly calmed down, Fan Wubing looked at Wang Hu who raised his gun to the sky coldly, and did not speak.

"Come on and catch the little guy! I see whoever makes trouble again and catch them together!" Wang Hu was furious. Although the police were armed, they would generally not pull them out. It was more of a deterrent. Strength, it's a pity that it won't work if you don't move the gun at this time. The policemen that I brought in front of the child Fan Wuyi didn't have the slightest counterattack like sandbags.

However, he didn't dare to shoot Fan Wuyin. He just fired a shot in the sky to warn him. A joke, if he really knocked Fan Wuyin down with a single shot, the notoriety of killing the motherland's Hua'er would not be allowed to be carried on his back. For a lifetime! If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that a dozen policemen would not be able to clean up a three-year-old child? !

　　 If this was spread out~www.novelmt.com~ what would everyone think of the People’s Police? Do you want to mess around with the public security system in the future?

The remaining few police officers who were okay immediately rushed in, trying to catch Fan Wuyao. They thought that the king team would now pull out their guns and fire them as a warning. The children should have no intention of resisting, right? ?

　　 "Oh-" "Oh-"

　　 With a few more howls, Fan Wubing drew a gourd like this, and threw the last few people out.

　　You, you, you—Is the gun in Lao Tzu's hand a toy? ! When Wang Hu saw that Fan Wubing was completely ignoring the weapon in his hand, he suddenly felt a little hairy!

"Look at a hairy?!" Fan Wubing shook his hand in time and looked at Wang Hu with contempt. "If you hold a water gun in your hand, I am afraid of you?! I have so many things! There are two tricks for you to come here too!"

　　Water gun? ! Wang Hu suddenly felt powerless.

Yes! For adults, you can say to raise your hand, otherwise it's not a matter of killing! But for such a small preschooler, can you also threaten him with a pistol? ! Even if you threaten him with a pistol, does he know what it is? ! Even if he knew what it was, would you really dare to shoot it outright? ? Even if you dare to shoot him brazenly, how should the crowds around the Hundred and Ten onlookers deal with it? !

　　 You have a lot of mouths, why stop it? !

　　 Wang Hu suddenly realized that he really didn’t know what to do. The child in front of him really couldn’t handle it!

　　 Fan Wubing stood there looking at the world, seeming to say to Wang Hu, Lao Tzu is a piece of iron, if there is a kind of iron, you can come up and touch it, and you can't let your blood go. Lao Tzu's fan character is written backwards!