Countryside Magic Doctor

Now, it would be nice for him to keep his current position.

Just when he was distressed, there was a knock on the door in his office.

Then there was a loud noise outside.

"Don't enter, don't enter, who dare to break into our police station..." shouted an old man left behind.

He is also one of the only two people left in the police station. He is mainly old and lame in one leg. He was a disabled veteran and was assigned here when he retired.

"Call your director out. We'll find him and convey the central instructions." the young man named Muzi of the dragon group said coldly.

"Central command?" the veteran looked at him in surprise. Then, with a bang, the handcuffs behind his waist pulled out.

He directly buckled it on the hand that Muzi stretched out. Muzi didn't hide. He only heard him say coldly: "look at your appearance, you should have been on the battlefield. I said, it's the central command. You are fully responsible for the delayed command."

But the veteran was not afraid at all. Two years ago, there was a big news.

A group of fake soldiers came to the police station, pretended to convey the central instructions and yelled at the director of the police station, but what happened in the end? It was torn down.

At that time, police stations all over the country called for learning to deal with these guys who pretended to be all kinds of senior officials to deceive people.

For this matter, the veterans clearly remember that the two people in front of them, a man and a woman, are not old. Where are they qualified to convey any central instructions?

Besides, have they gone to convey the procedures specified by the central government? Did you show your ID? Has anyone testified? Are there any local leaders with whom? No, just convey the central command. Fart.

The chief of the police station thought the noise outside was terrible, so he went out with a slight anger. When he was upset, he didn't pay attention to anything.

Anyway, his official career is going to end, and his official position is going to end. As for the official voice and reputation. Well, it's estimated that it's going to be over. The people won't take any credit to him. They just remember that when he was the police chief, he lost 20 or 30 people in the county, but there was nothing he could do.

"Chief, catch two liars," said the veteran.

"Lao Zhang, take them away. You drive them to the detention center. Now we are very busy. We don't have time to deal with them. Let's close them for a while." the police chief waved at random and said impatiently.

"Well, I'll go now," said the veteran, pulling his arm and holding them both, ready to take them away.

Just then, click, click, several times in a row.

The veterans and the chief of the police station looked at the two in surprise. In their hands, the two handcuffs just buckled by Lao Zhang, the old-fashioned handcuffs made of brass, had been turned into fragments and fell to the ground, making a loud and crisp sound. In the silent police station, they seemed particularly harsh.

The police chief Shua took out his pistol. As a police chief, as a guy who climbed to this position from a small film policeman, he has two skills.

As for the veteran, it's even more unambiguous. These days, the police station is in full readiness to catch those criminals. Therefore, everyone is equipped with guns.

The veterans took a 54 pistol with 8 bullets in the barrel. This kind of pistol is not suitable for the police. It is too powerful and easy to hurt the people by mistake, but Lao Zhang likes it very much.

Because it was with this pistol that he broke the heads of Vietnamese monkeys one by one.

The two men brushed the bullets into the gun chamber and pointed at them together. The director was holding a 92 pistol, which was a good gun. However, the two people who were released from imprisonment did not have any fear of the two pistols in front of them.

Instead, he moved his wrist, looked at them with great interest and said, "it's useless."

Then, the guy named Muzi Shua, stretched out his hands and held the two pistols tightly. Before the police chief and Lao Zhang reacted, the gun in his hand was taken away.

"Who are you?" the chief of the police station was a little creepy. The two men were so good that they could tear up the handcuffs made of brass and directly seize the guns in their hands. This kind of skill is difficult for special forces.

"What we said is to convey the central command." the girl in leather said, and the frost on her face will not be reduced by half.

"Can you show me your ID?" the police chief asked tentatively.

"Yes," Muzi said faintly.

Then he took out an officer's card from his pocket.

On the officer's card, it was impressively written that a logistics unit of the air force.

This is the Amulet of their dragon group. The identity is hung on a non-existent army. It's easy to take it in place.

"Air force?" the police chief looked suspicious. He was also trained to see the authenticity of this certificate. This certificate is true. However, what qualifications does the air force logistics force have to convey orders to himself?

"Wait a minute, wait for the local national security comrades to come." Muzi said faintly.

"Comrades of national security? Well, if they come, that's good." the police chief said with a smile.

Then Muzi returned their guns.

Although it is impossible to determine the purpose of coming and the reliability of conveying the central instructions, their identities have been determined. Active military officers are also people in the system.

Naturally, you don't have to be wary of anything. The chief of police understands that these two people are estimated to be a mysterious force. They have something to do with the National Security Bureau. They should be some mysterious intelligence organizations.

Before long, a car opened at the door of the police station. A man came down from the dusty car. He looked like he was in his 40s. He had a national face. He didn't have any characteristics. He looked ordinary and didn't dress well. He didn't look like an agent in the film at all.

In short, it's a word. It's thrown into the crowd. It's estimated that even my parents can't recognize it. However, it also meets the characteristics required by agents, that is, it's inconspicuous.

It's the kind of handsome men and women in suits and shoes in the film. I'm afraid they will be found and die without residue just after being sent out to perform their first mission.

The man was driving a Jetta that was about to be scrapped. He looked very down-to-earth, like a middle-aged man who was about to get along and suffered a middle-aged crisis.

He looked around professionally, and then the man came to the police station step by step.