Reiki Recovery: Get Qilin Arm At The Start

Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Who on earth is he (for flowers, tickets, subscriptions, customization)

Zhao Quan did not leave directly, but stayed here and waited for the result.

After all, I didn’t catch Jiao Wangyuan personally, and I don’t know if the task is considered complete.

Although the bounty of the Bureau of Investigation is only 10,000 yuan, the bounty of the president of Dongsheng University is as much as 300,000 yuan.

Zhao Quan does not intend to give up the money.

Yamen’s reaction speed was not slow, and several more cars arrived soon.

Dozens of arrests came down and surrounded the entire school in all directions.

The road section next to the school has also set up a cordon to prohibit passersby.

At every intersection, there is a quick interception.

The surveillance in the school, as well as the surveillance of the surrounding shops and intersections, have also been called.

It can be said that the official forces’ ability to act is still very fast and very efficient.

Zhao Quan leaned against the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

Jiao Wangyuan If the means are limited to this, then it should be only a matter of time to catch him.

After all, his paper puppets are at best about twice the strength and speed of normal people.

With so many catches, once his track is locked, Zhao Quan may be able to get it done at that time without Zhao Quan’s action.

The only difficulty is that it is difficult to confirm whether he is his real body.

After all, when he was in school, even Zhao Quan didn’t see anything wrong with the paper man covered in human skin that appeared later.

At this moment, Zhao Quan suddenly heard gunfire from the school.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

He raised his foot and walked into the school. Zhang Xin and another junior investigator followed.

The place where the gunfire was heard was in the small woods behind the school playground.

This small forest can be described as a holy place for couples in the school.

Even though the other head-catchers heard the gunshots, they did not move rashly and still guarded their positions.

There was only one head catcher who was in charge of maneuvering, with more than a dozen catchers, wearing riot suits and holding a submachine gun, and entered the grove to support.

When Zhao Quan and Zhang Xin arrived, the head-catcher had already led the people to catch Jiao Wangyuan.

A dozen submachine guns were aimed at him, and Jiao Wangyuan didn’t dare to act rashly, no matter how curious his methods were.

Raise both hands to show surrender.

The two arresters directly pressed him to the ground and took out the handcuffs to hold him.

Later, he must be escorted back.

Zhao Quan walked over at this moment and said, “Wait.”

The head catcher turned and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Quan said: “Whether he is really Jiao Wangyuan remains to be verified.”

Catching the head: “Since it is a living person who committed the crime, it is naturally our Yamen’s control. Whether he is Jiao Wangyuan or not, we will naturally have a way to verify when he returns to the Yamen.”

After Zhang Xin called, he was called by the captain of the lieutenant to support him.

It seems that I am quite cold about the Bureau of Investigation.

But this is also normal. No one likes to be crushed by others.

Even the captain did not like the Bureau of Investigation.

It’s just that he knows more, is more respectful to the Bureau of Investigation, and dare not offend.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

And this head-catching is only a little understanding, and it is inevitable that there are still some grievances in his heart.

Zhao Quan’s right index finger and middle finger shot out a white sword light: “It doesn’t have to be so troublesome.”

The catcher immediately shrank his pupils and raised his gun at Zhao Quan: “What do you want to do! Put down your weapons!”

A dozen arrests also raised their guns and aimed at Zhao Quan.

This is not the pistol that the paper man used to shoot Zhao Quan, but the standard submachine gun.

Zhang Xin hurriedly wanted to step forward to adjust. The Bureau of Investigation’s words are very useful most of the time, but if you encounter stubbornness, it will be a headache.

Obviously, the head-catching in front of him is a stubborn one.

Zhao Quan waved his hand slightly, motioning not to make a sound from him.

He chuckled at the head catcher and said, “You can shoot and try.”

Zhao Quan is not threatening him, but really intends to try.

He had tried the power of a pistol before, and for him it was not even a breeze blowing on his face.

The Golden Bell can easily withstand the shot bullets.

The power consumed is also very weak.

So he wanted to try, if he replaced it with a dozen submachine guns, could his golden bells be able to stop him.

What will happen to the consumption of power.

The white sword light was still vomiting at his fingertips, Zhao Quan stepped forward.

Catching the hair to give a final warning: “I warn you last! One step forward, we are about to shoot!”

Zhao Quan didn’t pay attention to his warning at all, and did not stop for a moment.

The head catcher was anxious. His knowledge of the Bureau of Investigation was actually very limited. He just knew that there was such a department that specializes in handling supernatural cases that the Yamen cannot handle.

But in his opinion, all cases are under the control of the Yamen.

With this department, it is clear that the rights of the yamen have been separated.

Besides, a small intermediate investigator in this department can directly give orders to their lieutenant captain…

This made him even more angry and dissatisfied.

He also needed to cooperate with people in the Bureau of Investigation because of a supernatural case.

It was reduced to a supporting role, seeing the arrogant faces of their so-called investigators, which made him want to draw a gun and shoot all these guys into briquettes.

All these kinds of resentment and resentment have accumulated to this day, and they are about to explode.

However, at this moment, arresting suddenly thought of his daughter in his mind.

Then every day when I get home from get off work, I greet my sweet smile.

The hand that just wanted to pull the trigger paused.

In this dizzying effort, Zhao Quan has already swung his sword to cut off one of Jiao Wangyuan’s hand.

Huh!

The palm falls.

There is still no trace of blood.

It can be seen that this is another senior paper man with layers of human skin.

Jiao Wangyuan’s original panic expression disappeared, and the strange expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared again.

To Zhao Quan: “You can’t catch me.”

Zhao Quan said lightly: “Really.”

Huh!

It’s another sword.

Cut off Jiao Wangyuan’s head.

The surrounding catchers were frightened and flashed to the sides.

Zhao Quan turned his head and glanced at the head catcher, a little disappointed.

He didn’t understand why he seemed to be very excited just now, why he suddenly calmed down.

He originally wanted to test whether the submachine gun poses a threat to him, but he failed.

He walked straight to Zhang Xin and said, “This is also a paper man, so let’s look for it.”

Zhang Xin was also a bit dumbfounded by Zhao Quan’s performance.

After all, even as a cultivator now, not everyone can face a dozen submachine guns without changing their colors.

But Zhao Quan didn’t care at all, he didn’t pay attention to the head catching and these catching shots.

Zhang Xin immediately admired the five-body throwing on the ground.

Afterwards, the head-catcher had already recovered, and stepped forward to check the dead paper man.

When he saw the lifelike picture, the human skin inside, and the bamboo strips covered with bone meal.

Sanguan was immediately affected.

Looking at each other with the crowd, only felt the hair in the heart and the cold in the back.

No one could speak.

But in the heart of the head catcher, it is even more fortunate.

Fortunately, just now, I suppressed the impulse rationally and didn’t shoot.

Turning his head and looking again, Zhao Quan’s burly figure has gone away.

The head catcher murmured: “Who is he…”.