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The robber swallowed hard: "How could you..."

"How can I tell that this is a fake gun?" Yan Shaoqian slowly exhaled smoke, and looked at him with a half-smile, "You must be very curious now. In order not to expose yourself, you have prepared the audio of the gunshot in advance. Why should I Can you tell the difference?"

The robber's eyes were wide open, and he filled the hole in the hood perfectly, looking very funny.

"You should carry a loudspeaker device on your body, and the audio of the gunshot is prepared in the mobile phone, and played with the loudspeaker device, it can simulate a very realistic gunshot."

As Yan Shaoqian spoke, he flicked the cigarette ash lightly: "It's enough for you to deceive others, but unfortunately you can't deceive me——the slight electric sound produced by the amplifier, and the audio distortion caused by the reprinting of various devices, Can't fool my ears."

"At that time, I thought the gunshots were strange. After seeing you, I immediately confirmed my hypothesis." He laughed, drawing a circle in the air with his fingers, "The loudspeaker device is hidden on the inside of your clothes on the left chest. pocket, and the phone is in the lower pocket on the same side."

As if guessed right, the robber took a step back: "What the hell are you?!"

Yan Shaoqian frowned.

It's really rude, do modern people like to greet other people's mothers so much?

He resisted the urge to pinch this man's dog's head, wondering why the police haven't come yet, how long will he have to talk nonsense with this guy.

Modern law is really troublesome. If he accidentally kills this guy, he will have to be overprotected.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, he was just thinking about the police uncle, when the siren sounded outside.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the robber became nervous and said in a trembling voice, "Let me go!"

"impossible."

Yan Shaoqian stood in front of him, refusing to give in half a step. The cash box was still open at his feet, and there were ten yuan and 20 yuan change in it.

Even if it is small change, half of it is never allowed to be taken away!

As the siren sounded closer and closer, the robber was desperate, and his eyes turned fierce—he reached into his pocket.

Yan Shaoqian thought he was going to touch the phone, but the next moment he sensed something was wrong, and instinctively took a step aside.

The blade brushed against his cheek—the robber pulled out a knife in desperation, and stabbed him in the face!

This guy actually made two preparations, knowing that he was holding a fake gun, just in case he brought a real knife!

After all, Yan Shaoqian had changed his body. No matter how rich his past experience was, he couldn't help but feel that his body was not in good condition. He reacted a little slower, and his face was scratched with blood by a sharp blade.

His expression darkened instantly - damn it, he was about to be scolded by Shen Jue again.

The robber missed a single hit and didn't plan to entangle him. He opened the door while he was dodging, and ran out of the toll booth staggeringly.

King Yan's mood fell to the bottom today, so he chased after him without even thinking about it.

The robbers probably didn't look at the almanac when they went out today. They were really unlucky. They finally got rid of Yan Shaoqian and ran out only to find that the police car had arrived and surrounded the toll booth.

It was too late for him to escape. In a panic, he rushed to the toll collector who was evacuating the vehicles nearby, and took a random hostage.

"Don't come over!" He grabbed the female toll collector and put the knife against her neck, "If you come over again, I'll do it!"

Yan Shaoqian just caught up, and he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw the hostage.

...Zheng Ning?

why is this guy here?Shouldn't she be off work today?

So... didn't you come here specially to find fault with him in the morning?

He was in a delicate mood, thinking that it's not good for you to hold someone hostage all the time, if you insist on holding her hostage, you really don't want to care about it.

Anyway, the police are here, how about he just stay cool?

The one surnamed Zheng was really unlucky. There were three or four people around her just now, but they chose her. Should she be called the Chosen Son, or Ouhuang Possessed?

Yan Shaoqian took two steps back with the mentality of watching the excitement, and handed over the home court to the police and robbers.

The robber brother is probably a novice, this is the first time he does this kind of thing, the knife in his hand is also new, the blade is too sharp, he retreated while holding Zheng Ning hostage, a hand trembled, and the fragile skin on the hostage's neck was scratched broken.

Zheng Ning did not yell, but judging from her livid face, she should be quite frightened.

Toll collectors will receive training on how to deal with such emergencies before taking up their posts, including the item of "robbery with a knife/gun", but the theory is a theory after all, and no one can say for sure what will happen when it actually happens.

Yan Shaoqian still held the "gun" in his hand. Under the vigilant eyes of the police, he took the initiative to hand over the gun and took a puff of cigarette calmly: "It's not a real gun, it's a lighter."

He said and pointed to his face: "But the knife in his hand is a real knife, look at me..."

The police took it carefully, but at this moment, the robber suddenly shouted: "I failed in the robbery! Let me go, or I will really do it!"

Yan Shaoqian frowned.

Judging from his shallow modern legal knowledge, hostage-taking is a bigger crime than attempted robbery.

Why can't this guy think about it.

The robber had a knife in his hand and a hostage, and the police did not dare to approach him rashly, so they could only continue to confront him.

Yan Shaoqian looked down at his phone, it was almost five o'clock.

Shen Zhuo said that she would come to pick him up.

If this scene is seen by him...

Thinking of Shen Zhuo, Yan Shaoqian immediately became anxious. He glanced at the blood dripping from Zheng Ning's neck, but still couldn't let it go, and muttered in a low voice, "I think you're tired of playing knives in front of me."

As he spoke, he suddenly crossed his hands and pulled a button from each cuff on both sides.

His current strength is far inferior to before, but it should be more than enough to subdue an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts.

He looked for a suitable angle, and before the robber looked this way, he held a button in each of his left and right hands, concentrated his inner strength on his fingertips, and pushed it out——

"Ding--!"

"Uh... ah!!"

The two buttons flew in different directions, one missed the knife in the robber's hand, and the other hit the bridge of his nose.

Yan Shaoqian narrowed his eyes—it was okay, the bridge of the other's nose should have been broken.

The severe pain forced the robber to throw away the knife and cover his face. Zheng Ning took the opportunity to break free and ran towards the crowd. Although the police didn't realize what happened, they had already stepped forward and subdued the robber to the ground.

Those two buttons that "deeply hide merit and fame" rolled down to nowhere.

Yan Shaoqian heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that if it had been left before, it would not have been so troublesome, and the matter that could be solved in 2 minutes had dragged on for such a long time.

After taking his last puff of cigarette, he was about to go to see what happened to the money, when he suddenly heard a shout from far and near: "Say less money!"

……Ruined!

It's Shen Jue!

Mr. Shen came very "timely". He saw the "grand occasion" of the toll booth, jumped out of the back seat before the car stopped, saw someone's location at a glance, and rushed straight in front of him.

Yan Shaoqian's brain crashed.

The cigarette butt in his mouth suddenly fell to the ground.

His image is actually being seen now?Just finished smoking and still have blood on your face?

It's over, it's over, it's over.

Yan Shaoqian pretended to be calm on the surface, but panicked inside. He wiped away the blood on his cheek expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Oh, you're here."

"What the hell is going on with you!" Shen Zhuo looked panicked, and pressed his shoulders, trying to make sure that the man was still okay, and looked around him, "I saw all the people here from a long way away. It's a police car, and the cordon was pulled, I thought you..."

Yan Shaoqian asked in his heart that since the cordon was pulled, how did you get in, he looked away a little guilty: "It's nothing, it's just that someone wanted to rob the toll booth just now—it was subdued by me...and the police uncle. "

Shen Zhuo reached out to lift his chin, looked at his face again and again: "Are you injured?"

"...A little wound, just a broken skin, it's okay."

Shen Zhuo frowned immediately: "It doesn't matter! Hurry up and go home with me!"

He was pulling people away when the policeman who had been watching them for a long time suddenly stopped him and said to Shaoqian, raising the evidence bag in his hand: "Excuse me, this gun... no, the lighter, you got it from the suspect." Did you take it?"

Yan Shaoqian raised his head: "It's me."

Policeman: "Then is it convenient for you to go back to the police station with me to make a record?"

"..."

The robber had already been escorted into the police car, Yan Shaoqian turned his head to look at it, and sighed inwardly.

That's right, doing good deeds without leaving your name is no longer feasible in modern society. Surveillance videos are everywhere, and it is too easy to find a person, whether he is a criminal or a passer-by who does justice.

He had no choice but to say, "It's convenient."

Shen Dian hesitated to speak, and forced himself to calm down. After thinking about it again and again, he felt that it was really impossible to take him home now, so he had to settle for the next best thing: "Can I go together?"

The policeman was taken aback: "Of course."

Yan Shaoqian got into Shen Zhuo's car, and asked in surprise, "Did you drive here yourself?"

Shen Zhuo didn't say anything, just started the car silently and drove towards the police station.

...not very good.

President Shen is probably angry.

Yan Shaoqian had no choice but to shut up and look out the window—the female toll collector who first encountered the robbers also joined them and took a police car to the Public Security Bureau to make notes.

The robbery was a near-miss. The prisoner was subdued on the spot. Zheng Ning was slightly injured and had already been sent to the hospital.

It can be said that there is little money but not happy.

Although he kept the money, Shen Jue seemed to be in a bad mood.

Mr. Shen getting angry is much scarier than losing money.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way, and when they arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Yan Shaoqian didn't dare to provoke Shen Zhuo, so he went to the inquiry room without saying a word.

Shen Zhuo sat down on a chair in the waiting area, and a policewoman poured water for him, and said softly, "Sir, don't be nervous, just ask that gentleman about the situation, and you can leave after asking."

Shen Zhuo nodded curtly, held a disposable paper cup, and did not speak.

nervous?No, he is only angry now.

Very, very, extremely angry!

I want to tie the man surnamed Yan home immediately, tie him up, put him in a small dark room, and put him on the bed.

How dare he do such a dangerous thing as confronting a knife-wielding gangster!