usatvline Chapter 357 Gift Crab
Chapter 357 Gift Crab
As it turned out, although Tammy hadn't touched her short sidearm for a long time, she was naturally proficient in shooting.
"Tammy, why are you hitting your head?"
Tammy lowered her head and whispered, "Didn't Ling Jing also get K-ed? Why do you only talk about me and not him?"
"Hou Lixie, how can that be the same? He is a gun master. He is a sniper who is only slightly worse than my bro Shunliu, the sharpshooter."
Tammy was unconvinced and said, "Tsk, I only recognize He Chenguang as the best sharpshooter. He is the best sharpshooter."
"Wait, who are you talking about?"
"He Chenguang."
Zhang Lang stared at Tammy, then at the noisy lobby of Interpol headquarters, then at Ling Jing and Li Jiajun running back in the distance. He could also hear the sirens of the assault vehicles coming in for support.
In a trance.
"How do you know He Chenguang? Are small workshops cutting materials so aggressive now?"
"What's so great about that? He can even use Uzi to jump the gun and hit Cai Xucun's head from 700 kilometers away. He can also merge his mind with the gun. He is the gun and the gun is him."
"Tell me, what have you been doing during this time at work? Can you read less unofficial history and gossip?"
"What's wrong with wild history? It can really learn something. Just look at this gun in my hand. After this period of time of running-in with me, at the moment the bullet is fired, by shaking my wrist very quickly, the bullet will be shot in the opposite direction. It can completely turn in the air and draw an arc, just like what happened just now, bypassing the hostage and hitting the criminal."
"Hou Lixie, hit it in the opposite direction. You are really a talent."
Yazi leaned over and explained on behalf of Tammy with a grin, "The earth is round, that makes sense."
Zhang Lang's eyes widened. "Then it makes sense to hit a shaking target from 700 kilometers away?"
"It's a weird gun, and it makes sense."
Zhang Lang was immediately shocked and clapped his hands in admiration: "Awesome."
Although the professor was shot by Tammy and Zhang Lang, he did not die immediately.
"Save me... Save me... I feel I can still be saved." The professor stretched out his other hand that was not hit by the bullet towards Zhang Lang. With his life force slowly slipping away, he wanted to make a last-ditch struggle.
As expected of a man who would scrape bones to cure poison without anesthesia, Zhang Lang had to admire him for being an ordinary person who could still speak after being shot twice, one in the head.
Zhang Lang first instructed Yazi, "Drive out those reporters first, and let the police officers in the assault vehicles rushing over to support maintain order at the scene."
"Understood, sir." After saluting Zhang Lang, Yazi turned around to organize the surviving Interpol officers and the police officers from the assault vehicle who came to support her.
Zhang Lang walked over to the professor who was still struggling and squatted down.
"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."
After thinking for a while, Zhang Lang suddenly had an idea: "It's not impossible to save you, but you have to answer a question for me."
The professor opened his mouth and gasped with a strong desire to survive: "You...you ask."
"I'll count to three. If you can answer, I'll save you and give you the helicopter and the Equality Device."
The professor used up his last bit of strength and said, "As long as it's... something I know, I can... agree to it."
"Listen, can you tell me what love is?"
"Woc." The professor gave an answer and died.
The professor's eyes widened: If you don't want to save me, just say so. Why bother? If the King of Hell asks me how I died, should I tell him that it was because of love?
Zhang Lang: What should we do? The good news is that the professor gave the correct answer without hesitation. The bad news is that he himself couldn't hold on and died.
The answer is correct, but a large mark will be deducted.
"Oh, what a pity, the person is already dead." Tammy immediately understood that what the professor said at the end was the best answer.
Zhang Lang rolled his eyes at Tammy.
"You know it now, then tell me, what is love." Zhang Lang stood up and looked at Ma Jun and Fan Jiao who had taken them to organize people and maintain order, then turned to ask Tammy a soul-searching question.
Do you think the woc the professor mentioned is just a modal particle?
Wrong, that's a verb.
"You sleep with me today, and you sleep with me tomorrow. This is love."
Top understanding.
"What if I don't sleep with you, but sleep with Zhou Wenli instead?"
"That's different. If you sleep with her today, you have to sleep with her again tomorrow. That's marriage."
Zhang Lang curled his lips and looked at the pitiful appearance of the professor who died with his eyes open: "It's really a pity."
After that, he took Tammy upstairs to see the scene that the professor had called all the way over.
Guan Yuecheng appeared in the hall, covering his injured arm. He first looked at the professor lying on the ground, and then saw He Shangsheng who was maintaining order.
Ten minutes later.
The seriously injured police officers were carried away, and those with minor injuries were simply bandaged.
Zhang Lang and his team were also in an office at the Interpol headquarters that had not been damaged.
He Shangsheng and the members of the No. 2 assault vehicle were taken away to take a statement.
This time the professor and the others were killed on the spot, and He Shangsheng also captured one of them alive, so he can also get some credit.
A group of people were chattering around the table. The people at Interpol headquarters couldn't blame them, because He Shangsheng and his group were a great help after all.
Guan Yuecheng had one hand on his neck. He rushed in angrily with a folder and slammed it on the table in front of He Shangsheng. He pointed his other finger at He Shangsheng's nose and said angrily, "Go away, He Shangsheng. You are really greedy. Who asked you to come to Interpol headquarters? Who do you think you are? Do you make the decisions about the police force? Why do you like to take credit? The Commissioner of Police is your father? You ruined my whole plan, do you know that?"
“???” Many question marks flashed through Apple’s mind. She had never seen such a shameless person. How could he turn the tables and still be so confident?
Standing on tiptoe, Apple looked round and asked Guan Yuecheng in a tender voice, "What did you say? The sheriff gave you information and you didn't care. We are here to catch thieves. We did nothing wrong."
When he talked about the latter part, his face turned red.
Guan Yuecheng glanced at Apple and said confidently: "Give me information? I already knew that the criminals were planning to attack Interpol headquarters. Did you know that I have arranged two teams of police officers here?" As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers.
Apple: "You..."
Guan Yuecheng glared at He Shangsheng: "If it weren't for the rubbish in your assault vehicle that disrupted my plan, I would have captured these bandits alive long ago. Do you know that the professor is related to the international flour tycoon? Do you know how long we have been following this line? Hmm?"
The people in the No. 2 assault vehicle were filled with righteous indignation and couldn't help but want to argue with Guan Yuecheng.
The professor was dead, and He Shangsheng had avenged his boss. He didn't take Guan Yuecheng seriously at all. He reached out to stop McDull and the others who wanted to curse at him: "Everyone, stop arguing. Don't argue with ignorant people."
At this time, Zhang Lang separated the crowd and appeared between He Shangsheng and Guan Yuecheng with a bright smile.