Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1451 Top

By the time Stackhouse arrived at Li Yan's apartment, the battle was over.

In just 2 minutes, all 12 gunmen were killed by Li Yan, none of them survived, and Li Yan himself was unharmed.

The crushing of amateurs by professionals is so cruel and ruthless, there is no chance at all.

"I was reading the newspaper at home when I heard brakes outside, and then a group of people rushed in, I opened the door, and a vicious guy pointed a gun at me and ordered me to go back into the room - and then I listened To the continuous gunfire, and the violent explosion-God, my home was destroyed--" The landlord in pajamas is being questioned by the police downstairs, and he has suffered a lot today.

When Stackhouse got out of the car, he noticed two dead bodies lying on the side of the street. Both of them had been shot in the head, and there was a lot of blood at the scene.

Before Stackhouse had time to take a closer look, two policemen covered the body with a white cloth, and the scene was really horrible.

Li Yan was sitting in a police car, also being questioned by the police.

"——I will not answer any of your questions until I see my lawyer, and I am the second-class military attache of the Southern African Embassy and Consulate in the British Empire. I have diplomatic immunity. I request to contact the embassy immediately—" Li Yan, who had just killed 12 people, didn't change his face. It was as easy as going out for a walk with the dog after dinner. Li Yan was still in the mood to change his clothes and shine his shoes just now.

Wiping is not enough, the entire corridor on the second floor has become a slaughterhouse. When Li Yan went downstairs, his shoes were inevitably stained with blood.

Although Li Yan is not picky about clothes, Li Yan has never been stingy about shoes. All handmade calfskin custom-made leather boots, each pair is worth 2 pounds 12 shillings, and it is worth owning.

The police officer sitting opposite Li Yan looked at Li Yan with complicated eyes.

As a police officer, you have to face various crime scenes every day.

It is certain that today's crime scene will leave an unforgettable impression on everyone.

As a police officer, you have to face various parties every day.

To be sure, Li Yan is the most special one among them.

That's a full 12 living beings, not chickens, not sheep, but people!

The calmness and indifference displayed by Li Yan definitely does not look like he just killed 12 people with his own hands. Let alone 12 people for ordinary people, even if they kill 12 chickens in a row, they probably need psychological reconstruction.

Butchers don’t count, they are professions.

Li Yan acted like a professional butcher.

"Hi officer, I'm Stackhouse, the military attache of the Southern African Embassy in the UK, can we talk?" Stackhouse looked at Li Yan with a very complicated expression.

With Li Yan's performance like this, it is estimated that Stackhouse will soon be transferred to make way for Li Yan.

"Of course—" As the officer got out of the car, Stackhouse noticed the officer was visibly relieved.

It is estimated that in such a narrow place like a car, Li Yan puts a lot of pressure on the police officer.

"I know what you want to say to me. You can hire a lawyer for this guy, and go to the police station to go through the bail procedures. I don't need to emphasize other things. You also know that such a big incident has already attracted the attention of the above. I I'm a small person, I don't want to cause trouble—" The police officer said honestly that there was no room for accommodation at all when the matter reached this point.

"I understand, I understand, I just want to remind you that this guy has a bad temper—" Stackhouse was also speechless, and being a policeman in London is probably quite tiring.

"You don't need to remind me, God, how did 2 people do it in less than 12 minutes? This guy is a monster—" The police simply couldn't understand the fighting power of top mercenaries.

Stackhouse couldn't answer this question, he could only give the police officer a look and let the police officer experience it for himself.

It also takes time to apply for bail. Before that, Li Yan was taken back to the police station by the police.

The police officers also seemed to know that there was nothing to ask from Li Yan's mouth, or that no one wanted to be alone with Li Yan at all. After Li Yan was brought to the police station, he was thrown directly into the iron cage where the criminals were temporarily held.

Oh, it's not throwing, it's please.

Please don’t put quotation marks in this, the attitude of the policemen towards Li Yan is still very polite, they don’t even wear handcuffs.

When Li Yan walked into the iron cage, there were already six people in the iron cage, five white men were sitting on one side of the cage, and another Indian was cleaning.

It's really cleaning. Don't even think about the bathroom with this kind of iron cage. There is not even a wooden barrel, and the toilet can only be resolved on the spot.

Seeing Li Yan in a three-piece suit, the five white men smiled maliciously.

"Oh, a fresh boy, Mike, so cheap you bastard—"

"Sell ass, come here to humiliate me—"

"Boy, why were you imprisoned here?"

There were more than one iron cage in the room, and Li Yan was locked in the one closest to the door. Before the police left, the prisoners in the other iron cages began to tease him.

It's a pity that the lighting in the room is seriously insufficient, and the other prisoners didn't notice the strange expression on the face of the police officer who brought Li Yan in when they teased Li Yan.

What Li Yan didn't expect was that before the white men on the side of the iron cage spoke, the only big turban came over first.

"Yellow skin, the Japanese? No, the Japanese can't be so tall, that's the Chinese - no, the Chinese don't have your temperament - oh, the southern Africans -" the big turban talked to himself, and he was sure in a few words Li Yan's identity.

Let's not talk about whether Nima speaks well or not, as expected, everyone is a talent.

Li Yan has no interest in saying hello to the big turban.

Don't pay attention to the shouting guys in other cages.

Walking to the side of the iron cage, he looked at the white men who were half lying and half sitting with calm expressions: "Get up, make room for me—"

It's really not that Li Yan is bullying people. In the whole iron cage, only this one looks cleaner.

"Whoahahahaha—boy, do you know who you're talking to?"

"Mike, someone told you to get up, hurry up!"

"Strip him naked, I like the kid's shoes—"

The prisoners in the iron cages next to them didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and it was rare to see the newcomers so arrogant.

"Chi——" Among the half-lying and half-sitting white men, the strongest guy showed a disdainful smile, and suddenly spit on Li Yan's shoes.

"Asshole, you ruined my shoes—"

Immediately there was someone wailing in the nearby iron cage.

Li Yan glanced at the phlegm on the shoe, and took a step towards the strongest guy.

"Come here, lick me clean!"

What he said was really arrogant. What was amazing was that the voices in the nearby iron cages were actually a little quieter.

Don't think that criminals are all stupid and desperate. Those who are stupid and desperate will die on the street before they go to prison.

"Little bastard, let me teach you a lesson!" The white man closest to Li Yan got up and wanted to teach Li Yan a lesson.

Li Yan directly kicked the white man back.

Boom!
The white man's head hit the steel pipe with thick arms, and he collapsed to the ground without saying a word.

There was a sudden silence in the entire cell.

"I said come here, lick me clean!" Li Yan repeated, this time no one dared to laugh again.

The guy who was spitting was probably Mike. He glanced at Li Yan, smiled slightly, and then glanced at the big turban.

The big turban shrank back and lay down.

"Get out, it's not you, come here and lick me clean!" Li Yan had a debt and a debtor.

The smile on Mike's face finally stiffened, and the interested eyes then turned fierce.

"Brother, don't go too far—" Mike felt bad, he had already made a concession, but Li Yan didn't appreciate it.

Li Yan didn't speak, but looked at Mike calmly.

Mike didn't speak, and there was fear in his fierce eyes.

"Come here, lick me clean, why are you acting in a stage play with me here?" Li Yan was impatient, don't be polite when dealing with these guys, all your concessions will be regarded as flinching by him.

The environment of the jungle society is very cruel. Educational resources are limited, medical resources are limited, and even food and bridges for sleeping at night are limited. Therefore, if you want to survive, you have to fight and grab. If you don’t fight or grab, no one will take the initiative let you.

Mike and the other three white men finally stood up, all flexing their muscles.

Li Yan had nothing to do, he just took off his coat, but he couldn't find a place to put it after searching around.

Then put it on the top of the head of the big turban.

Putting on the big turban obediently, he didn't dare to breathe.

"Come on boy, let me see—" A white man in a boxing pose was kicked unconscious by Li Yan without saying a word.

The other guy looked at the fainted white man with a dazed expression, and was also kicked unconscious by Li Yan before he raised his head.

"Asshole!" Mike rushed forward with his fist, but saw Li Yan jump up suddenly, his body twirling in the air, and then Mike was kicked flying by Li Yan.

Boom!
Mike also slammed into the steel pipe hard and didn't hit his head, but Mike fell to the ground motionless.

Li Yan couldn't help laughing, he knew how strong his kick was, he definitely wouldn't kill anyone with this kick, and he wouldn't be knocked out.

So pretending to be dead, or pretending to be dizzy, seems to be the best solution for Mike in the current situation.

What else can I do?
You can't beat it, but is it really licking?After that, I can't mix it up anymore.

The consequences of not licking are equally serious. Depending on how fierce Li Yan's attack is, if Mike doesn't lick, he will probably be beaten to death.

So on a comprehensive analysis, although playing dead is a bit miserable, it can protect your face in time.

At this time, there was only the last white man standing in front of Li Yan.

As I said just now, everyone here is talented, and they speak nicely.

So Li Yan didn't raise his hand, and the white man knelt down and raised his hands together above his head.

"Sir, I was wrong—"

While the white man was speaking, he took off his hat and gently wiped the phlegm off Li Yan's shoes.

That's right, it's been like this for a long time, so there are so many broken things.

Many disputes in this world are due to the fact that there are too many people who cannot see the situation clearly, either underestimating their opponents or overestimating themselves.

(End of this chapter)