I have 6 systems, so what if I'm a little arrogant?

In the speeding police car, the police officers who received the alarm call drove towards their destination with serious expressions.

In the leading police car, the policeman sitting in the passenger seat frowned and urged impatiently, "How long will it take? If it's any later, I don't know how many more people will die."

The police officer driving the car snorted coldly and spat in annoyance, "These bastards only know how to take guns to school and vent their anger on kids. If they have the guts, come to the police station and cause trouble!"

"Aubrey, stop complaining and drive faster. I just received a message that the criminal is carrying hundreds of rounds of ammunition and is very dangerous."

Aubrey gripped the steering wheel tightly, cursed a few words under his breath, stepped on the accelerator, and drove faster and faster.

"Fuck, I didn't even have time to finish the bread I just bought, damn it!"

"Stop complaining, Aubrey. I have some packaged pasta here. I'll feed you some so you don't have too much energy to catch people later."

Aubrey glanced at the sticky white stuff in the plastic bowl and couldn't help but let out a dry heave.

"Ugh, Kent, did you do this on purpose? Don't you know that ever since we caught that criminal with his head full of white vomit last time, I feel sick to my stomach when I see this kind of sticky stuff?"

Kent took back the cream mushroom pasta in dismay. "Is it really that exaggerated? It's been several days since this happened, and you still haven't gotten over it?"

Aubrey: "I swear, but I will remember that disgusting image for months to come, and you're lucky you weren't there."

"...Okay, but speaking of which, I still have to thank those two kind people. Although their methods are not very acceptable, they helped you catch the criminal. It would be great if there were kind people to help in this case as well."

Aubrey was silent. "We can't be so lucky every time. We should hurry to the scene and control the situation in time."

“May God bless those kids.”

Half an hour later, Aubrey did a stylish drift and parked the car in front of the school gate.

He drew the gun from his waist and walked into the quiet campus cautiously.

"It's very quiet, no gunshots." Kent followed behind, looking around and whispered.

Aubrey nodded. "I didn't see any blood. Did the suspect give up on killing people?"

Kent said in a low voice, "It's unlikely. Usually, it's hard for these scumbags who are vindictive to stop midway. Let's search around first."

Aubrey held the gun and led everyone to the nearest teaching building.

As expected, there was no one in the teaching building.

After searching the first floor, they went up the stairs to the second floor.

Next up is the third floor.

Just when Aubrey breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that nothing would happen on the third floor, a muffled groan of pain and fear came from the room in front.

Kent suddenly became nervous, "Could it be that they are hostages?"

Aubrey's face was gloomy. "It's very likely. Let's go there carefully."

The group looked at each other, then raised their pistols and approached the room where the sound came from cautiously.

Unexpectedly, the room was not locked. Aubrey retreated carefully, believing that there must be a trap based on his years of experience in handling cases.

"Maybe the hostage has explosives or something like that," Aubrey took a deep breath, "Don't move, I'll go in and take a look first!"

Kent gave him a look that told him to take care of himself, feeling touched and worried.

Aubrey prepared himself mentally, kicked the door open, pointed the gun at the room and was about to deliver warmth.

However, there was no one behind the door.

Aubrey: ...

That’s not right. Is he hallucinating?

I clearly heard someone sobbing.

Kent, who was standing behind him, looked into the room in confusion, and was extremely surprised.

“No one?!”

"No, there's a tied person on the ground." A young police officer reminded.

Aubrey looked down and saw, sure enough, in the corner of the room, there was a man who was tied up in an extremely... attractive way, with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, lying on the ground.

From time to time, painful whimpers came from his mouth.

He walked forward quickly and was about to say something to comfort them when he realized that the man in front of him with a bruised face and an arrow shot in the arm was the criminal they wanted to catch.

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

Aubrey closed his eyes tightly and opened them again three seconds later.

You are not mistaken, it is still this face.

Kent followed and after seeing the man's appearance, he also widened his eyes in surprise, "Oh my God, is this true? This scumbag has been subdued, great! My prayers are useful!"

Aubrey: "...Your God wouldn't be so rude as to beat someone up like this. It's obvious that we need kind people to help us again."

"Then I'll check the surveillance to see who is so powerful."

In the monitoring room, a group of police officers stared at the images on the screen curiously.

......

Time goes back half an hour.

Tang Tingyu impatiently slapped the small insect flying in front of him to death, and then continued to stare at the movement upstairs.

Soon, through the corridor glass, a man with a gun in hand and a crazy look appeared in sight.

"You are so angry, I will send you two arrows to calm you down."

An arrow flew through the window and accurately scratched the man's right arm. He cried out in pain, but before he could react, the second arrow scratched his left hand.

With a "clang", the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The man's expression was no longer crazy.

Really, physically calm, everyone who has used it says it’s good.

Tang Tingyu dusted herself off, stood up and said, "I am such a kind little girl. I only scratched his arm lightly, and he didn't even shoot through me."

At this moment, Fu Sichen, who was hiding on the third floor, heard a man's wailing suddenly coming from outside the door, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"Is there something wrong?" He put his face close to the door, struggling in his heart whether to open the door and take a look. "Why not open it and take a look? I don't think my luck is that bad. Nothing will happen."

After saying that, he carefully opened the door a crack and saw a gun lying on the ground not far away. Next to it was a man kneeling on the ground, hugging his arms and howling.

Fu Sichen: "Exploded, equipment exploded?"

Excited heart, trembling hands.

The opponent's weapon has been dropped, why is he still so cowardly?

The man, covering his bleeding wound, had just recovered and was about to pick up the gun to defend his dignity as an outlaw, when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the door in front of him suddenly opened and a big black rat rushed over. Three seconds later, he was kicked out.

"Go to hell, you little piece of trash!" Fu Sichen knew very well the importance of finishing off the opponent, so he rushed forward and kicked him several more times. After seeing the opponent fall asleep, he tied him up and threw him into the room with peace of mind.

But the outlaw is still quite capable, he was just pretending to be unconscious.

The man pulled out a folding knife from his trouser pocket and chuckled darkly. "So what if I don't have a gun? I still have a knife. I won't be content unless I take two lives today!"

After cutting the rope, he limped upstairs, dragging his bruised arms.

Howard and director David were hiding in a classroom on the fourth floor.

They listened quietly to the noises downstairs, gunshots, wailing, begging for mercy, and then everything returned to silence.

"Fuck, listening to the noise, the situation downstairs is probably not optimistic." David clenched the chair and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Director, I think we can still save it." Howard's smile was uglier than crying. He didn't want to die young.

The others nodded, some moved chairs, some took baseball bats.

David seemed to be encouraged. He put out his cigarette and said sternly, "Okay, let's fight together. There are kids hiding in other classrooms. We have to hold that pervert back before the police come to buy them some time."

After saying this, he dragged a chair and opened the door with a fearless attitude, followed by several people who were there to search the house.

The group walked downstairs in a mighty procession, and encountered a limping outlaw at the stairs between the third and fourth floors.

David didn't realize that the other person was a criminal at first. Just as he was about to step forward and show some concern, the other person rushed over with a knife in his hand, yelling "Go to hell".

Howard was terrified and swung out with the baseball bat in his hand, hitting him on the head.

"Boom"!

The other person fell on the stairs and rolled down again.

David opened his lips slightly, "He can't be the pervert who wants to kill people..."

Howard: "Him?!" So cool, he came to cosplay as a murderer with a broken knife?

Outlaw Zhang San (foreign version): Щ(◣д◢)Щ

What do you mean? You look down on him, right?

"I...will kill...all...of you..." The other party still refused to give up and said while lying on the stairwell, waving the knife with difficulty.

Howard raised his eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves and cursed, "Fuck! It's true, someone like you is trying to imitate other psychopathic murderers, but you're not as scary as Tang Tang in his drama! Come on, beat him up!"

......

Fu Sichen trotted downstairs and happened to meet Tang Tingyu who was holding a compound bow.

He handed the gun over like he was offering a treasure, "I picked up the equipment that the criminal dropped and gave it to you!"

Tang Tingyu: "Thank you, what about the man?"

"Oh, I tied him up and threw him in the classroom, and waited for the police to come."

"Very good." Tang Tingyu nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, there was another wailing sound from upstairs, accompanied by faint curses, which scared away a bunch of birds on the branches.

The two looked at each other.

Tang Tingyu: "You have already tied him up, why is there still this noise?"

Fu Sichen: "I don't know...why don't you go and take a look? It sounds like someone is going to die."

"Walk."

When Tang Tingyu arrived at the stairwell on the third floor, he saw a group of people surrounding the bruised and swollen "Zhang San" in silence.

Fu Sichen's voice trembled as he pointed at the humanoid creature on the ground and said, "Is he, he, is he still breathing? He can't be dead."

Tang Tingyu half-knelt down and leaned over to sniff his breath, "Don't worry, he's still breathing."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Howard was speechless. "You are so weak and yet you want to kill someone. You are really sick."

Tang Tingyu stood up and waved his hand, "Alright, stop standing here and chatting. Let's quickly clean up the scene. It's all bloody and it won't be a good influence for the students to see. Go and clean the blood on the wall, go and mop the blood on the ground. As for the corpse, uh, I'll take care of the body."

After explaining the task, she grabbed "Zhang San"'s leg and dragged him into the nearest utility room. After briefly treating his wounds, she told Fu Sichen to find a rope to tie him up more securely.

Fu Sichen nodded, and the operation was completed.

Tang Tingyu glanced at "Zhang San" who was tied up with hemp ropes, and said calmly, "Xiao Fu, the porn movies you watched recently are very strong in taste. Young people should pay attention to their health."

Fu Sichen: (′-﹏-`;)