Marvel's Spear Bureau Secret Service

"Kalafi Gideon?"

After both of them were stunned for a moment, Chu Ling directly showed the ID in his hand.

The other party looked over subconsciously, and Chu Ling didn't take the time to introduce his department. Ordinary people had never heard of it.

"You are suspected of three cases of intentional injury. Please cooperate with me and assist in the investigation." Chu Ling said, his attention not leaving the other person's palm with the blade.

The opponent's eyes looked very panicked. Although the palm with the blade looked very intimidating, Chu Ling was stunned when he saw it, but the main reason was that he was shocked by the abnormal behavior of the opponent's bar finger being smelted into one with steel.

As for the danger, it was no different from a fruit knife used by an adult woman. In his opinion, this was considered a criminal case at most, and he could just hand it over to the police.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack... You are not a police officer. Who are you?" Karafi Gideon looked at the ID and mumbled. He immediately realized that Chu Ling was not the police officer she thought he came to. He immediately stretched out his hands and raised his hands in alarm. Intimidation in front of others.

Chu Ling was speechless. It was because he had guessed that it would have this effect that he didn't blow up his house. It really wasn't as shocking as the policeman did to others.

He frowned slightly and hesitated for a second whether to persuade verbally or to seize him by force. Before he could decide, his eyes narrowed again.

"Do you have a companion?"

"kindness?"

When the other party noticed Chu Ling looking behind him and asking, and just as he was about to turn around, he felt a pain in his shoulder, then a pain in his chest, and he was pushed against the wall.

Quickly reaching out and pulling and pushing on both shoulders, the opponent's right arm was pulled and dislocated. Then he swept it to the street wall and threw the ID in his left hand forward.

One of the big American men who rushed over quickly flew towards the face of the two American men with the certificate. He immediately used his feet to rush forward. He ignored the document and avoided it, but quickly approached his companion. The other person's right hand was already fast. stretched out from his coat.

"No..."

Before the other party could say two words, Chu Ling, who was thrusting forward, had already grasped the opponent's wrist with his left hand. He accurately pressed and twisted his fingers on the opponent's numbness. His right hand turned into a knife and slashed diagonally on the opponent's neck. .

Without looking, he kicked his right foot diagonally, accurately hitting the fallen pistol.

"...hands up..."

The big man who dodged Chu Ling's ID and took out his pistol before adding what his companion said, felt a pain in his forehead, and then his eyes turned black and softened.

Chu Ling let go of the knocked-out big man's right hand with his left hand, and raised his hand to catch the pistol that bounced off the other head. He was very satisfied that he had dealt with two gun-wielding thugs in the downtown area in an instant.

He raised his hands coolly and applauded silently for his performance. He did not act too exaggerated and acted according to the level of Agent Mei he saw last time. Then he tilted his head and looked at Coulson who was rushing through the traffic and smiled: " I've got it done, be careful with the car, by the way what they just said."

"Chu, what's going on?" Colson didn't need to risk crossing the other half of the lane this time. He opened his hand and stopped directly and asked loudly.

Chu Ling took back the hand holding the gun and took a look and answered loudly: "I don't know about the two gun-wielding thugs. They are probably New York gangsters. The second victim doesn't have a gang background, eh?..."

He took back the last half of his sentence and blinked at the pistol in his hand. The model was very familiar to him, Glock 22.

"You're not hurt? What's wrong?"

Hearing Colson's inquiry as he came to his side, Chu Ling turned his head mechanically, and the words that the two people shouted just now came into his mind: "Uncle Colson, is this the gun that the New York police have? Did I get into trouble? Already?"

"No, most New York police officers are equipped with Glock 19 or Smith & Wesson 5946 and Sig Sauer P226 pistols." Colson immediately shook his head.

When Chu Ling heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He began to complain in his heart and shouted to the gangster, "Don't move, raise your hands?" 'Looking back at the two people who were knocked unconscious by me just now, this is probably what you want to say, right?

Coulson was already squatting next to a big man with a frown on his face. He reached into the inner pocket of the man's jacket and groped around. He continued without stopping: "The Glock 22 is the uniform pistol of the FBI."

Chu Ling, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, froze again, and looked at Coulson with trembling lips, staring closely at the other person's hand that had already retracted. The other person took out an ID in his hand. The sky blue badge Chu Ling might not be familiar with. But he still recognized the three English letters FBI under the badge.

Colson stood up with an awkward smile on his face: "Oh, Chu, you reacted too quickly."

"I don't know. I saw two people reaching into their arms and pulling out guns. It was really a conditioned reflex. By the time I could control my body, I was already like this. I didn't know anything." He said pitifully, holding his hand Li had already pulled up the sleeves of his suit, held the pistol in his hand, and started wiping it on his coat. Maybe he didn't see himself clearly, right?Even if you can see it clearly, maybe give it a few hits on the head?Will this cause temporary amnesia?

Coulson watched speechlessly as Chu Ling wiped the pistol and carefully stuffed it back into the opponent's hand, then rubbed his temples.

"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding."

Chu Ling pursed her lips and looked at Coulson pitifully like a lost puppy: "How about we give them the case? Are they taking the credit? I won't be punished, right?"

Thinking of this, Chu Ling immediately turned his head and glared at Kalafi Gideon, who was leaning against the wall with his right shoulder and looking at him in fear.

Coulson pointed to his own ID in the distance towards Chu Ling: "ID, and you should take a look at the two federal agents first. Hello! Ms. Karafi Gideon, we are Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics From the Security Bureau, we need you to cooperate with us in conducting some investigations."

Chu Ling pursed his lips and looked away, then quickly went over to pick up his ID. As for how Colson communicated with others, he had no intention of looking at it.

Then he quickly moved the two FBI agents to the side of the road, mumbling endlessly.

"Why don't you wear a suit? Aren't all suits in movies black? Just watch us and tell us about the uniform action. You can't give up on yourself just because you're not in good shape."

After adjusting their clothes, he understood that the other party was acting in plainclothes, but he was full of resentment.

"Look at you, you are not speaking politely, you are not allowed to move, raise your hands, these are just a few words, and do I look like a bad guy? You can't discriminate because I am Asian, right? Pull out a gun as soon as you meet me. That’s what’s wrong with you, I haven’t completed even one task properly!”

Chu Ling looked at the two of them and felt uneasy again, and looked back at Colson: "Uncle, I'm giving them a few blows, do you think they won't remember me?"

Coulson, who had already helped the suspect and handcuffed her, turned back and pointed behind him.

Chu Ling turned around and looked around. Well, there were many onlookers, so it would be difficult to silence him.

"Actually, don't worry too much. We and they are departments that compete with each other for funding."

Chu Ling immediately smiled: "So I have made a meritorious service?"

"Oh, you think too much."

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