Being a police officer in American comics means every day is a holiday

Under constant approach, Zhao Hao and Sukaruo both came to the same wall.

Zhao Hao is on this side of the living room, and Sukaruo is on the other side of the kitchen.

At this time, they were both sure that the other party had no bullets.

Otherwise, there were several shooting opportunities just now, and it would be impossible for the opponent not to shoot.

And this discovery made them confident in themselves.

Zhao Hao is confident because he has practiced physical training and his physical strength has greatly increased. He is confident that he will not lose to anyone in hand-to-hand combat.

As for Sukaruo's confidence, it is because he feels that black people's genes are stronger physically and have an advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

What's more, after his investigation, he found that the Asian policeman was only about 1.8 meters tall, while he was 1.85 meters tall. He was also heavier than the other man, weighing more than 90 kilograms.

With the advantages of height and weight, and the body armor on his body, he didn't think he would lose.

"Huhu..."

The two took a deep breath in perfect harmony, and then rushed over at the same time.

Zhao Hao felt nervous when he saw the black shadow in front of him.

He didn't expect that the other party would rush out now.

But at this time, it was already a narrow road and the brave would win, and he was not allowed to back down at all.

So a top knee kicked him instantly.

Sukaruo, who was slow to react, was immediately kicked in the chest.

However, under the protection of the body armor, I only felt a huge impact and it didn't hurt much.

So he opened his arms and wanted to hug each other.

As long as he hugs the opponent, he is sure to strangle the opponent to death with his physical strength and strength.

A cold light flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes, and he ignored the severe pain coming from his knees. His thighs exploded with more force, kicked the opponent back, and then kicked the opponent in the head with a roundhouse kick.

If this kick hits, Sukaru will suffer a concussion even if he doesn't die.

When Sukaruo, who was kicked back and forth, saw this, he immediately changed his arms to defend, blocking his head with his arms.

"Bang!"

The huge force immediately kicked Sukaruo away, smashing the table and chairs behind him.

Zhao Hao quickly followed up, punching continuously with both hands, and hitting the sides that the body armor could not protect.

"Click..." several times.

The sound of breaking bones was heard.

"ah!"

The severe pain made Sukaruo couldn't help but scream.

However, as a desperado, he still instinctively picked up the chair behind him and blocked it in front of him.

He knows that the current rhythm has been controlled by the opponent, and he can only defend.

As long as you hold on to this wave of attacks, you can find an opportunity to fight back.

But how could Zhao Hao give him a chance.

I saw him turn around and perform a roundhouse kick.

There was a sound of "click...".

The solid wood chair was instantly kicked to pieces, and then Sukaruo was kicked in the head.

"Bang!"

Sukaruo fell hard to the ground, feeling a "buzzing" sound in his brain, and at the same time, his eyes became dark.

Not only because of the concussion, but also because the night vision device was kicked to pieces, causing him to lose his night vision.

He didn't expect that the hand-to-hand fight that he thought was a sure thing would actually fall into a passive situation of being beaten at the first contact.

And he was beaten so hard that he had no power with his hands.

At this time, he regretted very much, why he had to take this task, and why he didn't run away just now.

This Asian policeman is simply not something he can deal with.

Zhao Hao was naturally not a stickler for rules. Seeing that Sukaruo had lost the ability to resist, he immediately picked up a broken chair leg on the ground, and then a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"puff…"

The legs of the chair penetrated hard into the enemy's brain.

In an instant, red and white flowed all over the floor.

"Ding! Get the three-star treasure chest."

Hearing the sound of the system, Zhao Hao suddenly lost all strength and sat on the ground.

"Huhu..."

He took off the tactical helmet on his head and took a few deep breaths of the blood-smelling air.

The battle just now seemed very long, but in fact it was less than fifteen seconds.

But this intense consumption had almost exhausted the oxygen in his body.

"Ula...Ula..."

I don’t know how long it took, but a siren sounded from outside.

Lu Xue, who had not heard any movement for a long time, carefully walked down from upstairs.

…

The time soon came for the next morning.

Zhao Hao's thighs and hands were bandaged. With Lu Xue's support, he slowly walked out of the police station.

The case is very simple. The members of the Ghost Hand Party were out for revenge, but they were all wiped out.

Director Malvern promised to clean up the Ghost Hands, but the effect is unknown.

After all, everyone knows that there are people behind the underground forces in Hughes City.

It is very difficult for a branch director to touch the cake of a big shot above him.

So after Zhao Hao bandaged the wound, he and Lu Xue simply recorded a confession and left.

Of course, his administrative leave was renewed and he would be back at work in another week.

After arriving in the car, Zhao Hao sighed lightly and said, "I'm sorry, it was me who caused you trouble."

These gangsters have been found out and are seeking revenge on themselves.

Even his own apartment was turned into a pig's nest.

Lu Xue came to the driver's seat, buckled the seat belt, and turned to look at Zhao Hao sincerely.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't have offended the Ghost Hands. If you want to be blamed, it's me who will be blamed."

Speaking of this, she suddenly unfastened the safety buckle, turned around and bent down to Zhao Hao, then gently tapped the man's cheek in front of her, and then said with a flushed face: "Thank you, you saved me again."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, touched his cheek, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

...

At the same time.

In the suburbs of Hughes City, in an abandoned factory.

Kaba sat on the shabby sofa and listened to the report of his subordinates with an ugly face.

"You mean, Sukaruo is dead?"

The subordinate knelt on the ground with a horrified face. Hearing the question from Boss Kaba, he nodded with trembling all over, and then said with tears in his eyes: "Boss Kaba, I don't want to be a deserter either, wuwu...but Sukaruo must let me come back.

Let us be careful of the Asian policeman, the other party may be a mutant, in order to report the news...I have to come back...wuwu..."

The subordinate understood that if he said that he ran away because of fear, he would definitely be thrown to the bottom of the sea by Boss Kaba.

So he could only lie that the Asian policeman was a mutant, hoping to save his life.

And Kaba was not a fool, so he asked curiously: "Since you said that the Asian policeman might be a mutant, what abilities does he have?"

When the subordinate heard the question, he immediately started thinking and said tremblingly: "He has the ability of night vision, and darkness can't hinder his vision at all, and... and..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked over by Kaba.

"Fuck! Do you think I'm stupid! That's a military tactical helmet! What the hell is a mutant! The police told me!

Throw him into the sea! We don't allow deserters in our Ghost Hand Party!"

"No! Boss Kaba, I know I was wrong, woo woo..."

Hearing this, the subordinate immediately wanted to step forward and beg for mercy, but was pulled away.

Soon, a new subordinate came to ask.

"Boss Kaba, what should we do now?"

Kaba lay back on the sofa, took a marijuana, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Be quiet for a while. The news from above is that Marvin is very angry that we dared to attack the rookie police, but they will suppress it."

After saying that, he lit the marijuana and slowly smoked it, showing a look of enjoyment.

"Release the video without the beginning and the end, and then guide a wave of public opinion. I want everyone to shout and kill that Asian policeman..."