At this moment, Du Qian felt that he was a hero, such as the police system, and the patrolman, he was so sad that he could only read it for two hours, even if he memorized it all, he wouldn't remember it now.

Du Qian raised his hand and shot three times in a row, and the target was a bad guy holding a gun. That's right, in Du Qian's eyes, that's a bad guy.

Just think about it and you will know that if you are chased by someone, there is no resonance tube on the gun. Just these two things can be directly judged as bad people.

Du Qian's actions made the four people on the speedboat stunned for a moment. Seeing Du Qian raise his gun, the fat man's face turned pale. The guy driving the speedboat shook his hands, and the speedboat obviously drew an arc and deviated from the original line.

Only the strong man was stunned for less than a few seconds, and his right hand slashed in front of his chest. This action gave Du Qian an illusion that three sparks seemed to be splashing.

"Damn it, didn't you hit me?" Du Qian cursed angrily. The moment he was shooting, the speedboat was less than ten meters away from him. Without hesitation, he raised his gun again and shot three times.

The strong man was angry. This little patrolman didn't take medicine. It's all your business. He dares to use a gun? You're tired of living.

With his right hand slashed in front of his chest, three more sparks splashed. Du Qian held the gun and looked at the strong man stupidly. This time the distance was too close, and he could see clearly. That's right, the strong man just slashed his chest with his hand, as if he had a green light, and then blasted the three bullets he shot out.

"Run quickly..." Du Qianzheng was in a daze, his body was pulled, and his legs subconsciously moved, and he was pulled by Feng Bao and ran away.

I look very smart, but why do I become stupid when I encounter something? Just look at those two speedboats and you will know that the navy's anti-smuggling is something that has nothing to do with the patrolman, and it is easy to get flirted with it.

It’s also my fault. I didn’t explain it to this kid. I’m in trouble now. The smuggler will definitely target him. The Navy will resent him for being troubled. The rats enter the bellows and get angry at both ends.

"Uncle Feng, what are you running for? We are the police, they are bad guys." Du Qian struggled hard, Feng Bao's combat power was less than two thousand, and both strength and agility were far inferior to Du Qian, and he easily broke free.

After breaking free, my body turned halfway, and I looked back and shot three times again. Damn it, I must have read it wrong just now. Who can block the bullets?

Yes, it seems that there is really, and it is not new at all. The moment when three bullets were fired, Du Qian finally realized that blocking bullets is not new at all.

As long as the combat power exceeds 10,000, you can start to condense the spiritual pool and condense the spiritual martial arts. In addition, the super strong reaction and speed of the martial arts monks, and using spiritual weapons to block bullets is nothing at all.

If others don’t say it, even his little brother Lei Ming has condensed most of the first spiritual martial arts and can block bullets.

I'll go...that guy is a martial monk...

Du Qian felt that his IQ was very high, and his EQ was a little worse, but his reaction ability was pretty good. This time, the reflex arc seemed a bit long.

Sure enough, three bullets were bounced away again, and the martial arts monk was obviously angry. A small patrolman wanted to shoot his companion three times in a row. Do you understand the rules? If you don’t teach you some lessons, how can you live in the future?

Although you may not have a future, rules are rules. Whoever breaks the rules will cause chaos and put a balanced life into a mess. You must not be spoiled by such things.

"Looking for death..." Before the martial arts monk could take action, the speedboat behind had already chased after him. Du Qian didn't know, but Feng Bao knew very well that it was a military speedboat under the Navy. Whether it was tonnage, kinetic energy or speed, it was much stronger than the smuggling gang.

As for combat power, hehe...

A group of smugglers want to compete with the regular army for combat effectiveness?

Near the sea and dock, smuggling is definitely indispensable. However, this has nothing to do with the patrol police. The smuggling is too heavy, so big that even the navy has to kick it. In addition, the city guards, tax bureaus, criminal police, and so many eyes are staring at them. How can there be such a small thing as a patrol police?

From the naval speedboat, a figure flew over twenty meters. This jumped and blocked the strong man. Two green lights flashed in front of Du Qian's eyes. With his eyesight, he could not see anything clearly, and only saw two green shadows.

Du Qian is naturally familiar with the color of green. The Lingwu condensed is this color, with refreshing coolness. Even a fool can tell that it is a good thing when he takes a look.

It may be a few seconds, or a dozen seconds. The green shadow suddenly blurred Du Qian's dog eyes, making him unable to feel the passage of time.

The strong man who blocked his nine bullets in succession flew away like a rag, and was held in his hand by the second-placed navy. No wonder the four smuggled and fled desperately. There were not only martial monks on this naval speedboat, but more than one.

The martial monks among the smugglers were taken, and the other three surrendered happily. They smuggled red goods this time, and they were sure of guilt, but they would not die. If they used some connections, they would use money to pave the way, and they would be able to come out soon.

Those who do smuggling are divided into red goods, black goods, and dead goods. Red goods refer to valuables that are of unknown origin, mostly smuggled from other countries and regions. They do not go to customs or pay taxes. Even if they are caught, they will just confiscate the red goods and sentence them to several years. There is no big deal.

It is a bit troublesome for black goods. The thing is robbed. If it is recognized by the owner, it will not only be a problem of smuggling, but also a robbery or even a murder. Even if it is not sentenced to death, it will be at least ten years.

The most terrifying thing is dead goods, that is, special goods that are strictly ordered by the Empire and are not allowed to be imported and exported. As long as they are caught, they will definitely be a death sentence. Those who smuggle dead goods are destined to die. When encountering such smugglers, they will be troubled even if they encounter them in the navy.

Those who smuggled dead goods understand that as long as they are arrested, they will be sentenced to death. Anyway, they will die, so it is better to fight.

After arresting four smugglers, the naval officer who took action turned around and glared at Du Qian: "The dog takes the rat."

After scolding someone, he turned to Feng Bao, who looked pale and said, "Feng Houshi, what happened?"

"Newcomer, newcomer..." Feng Bao quickly replied. Feng Bao was indeed an old man. There seemed to be no one who didn't know him on the dock.

"I know it's a newcomer, how did you teach me?" The officer's expression was very relaxed, and he had no malice to Feng Bao.

"I have only been here for two hours, and I haven't been there yet, and I'm in a hurry to teach you." Feng Bao explained.

The officer nodded and took the man onto the speedboat. Feng Bao is an old senior at Fisherman's Wharf. He is a little cowardly and has no bad intentions. No matter who he is, he will give him some face.

Watching the speedboat go away, Feng Bao's face slowly recovered, and looked at Du Qian with a wry smile: "Little ancestor, I went to the toilet. You caused trouble for me, how many shots did you shoot?"

Du Qian scratched his short hair: "Nine guns, no one was hit."

"Oh my God, on the first day of work, you fired nine shots and wanted to hit someone? If you really hit, you will be in trouble. This is also inevitable. Be careful in the future."

"What trouble can I have? I didn't hit anyone. Besides, we are police."

"It's the patrolman." Feng Bao solemnly corrected.

"The patrolman is also a policeman." Du Qian saw that Feng Bao's face was not good, so he didn't dare to continue talking. Uncle Feng, you are too brave, you have not practiced it for decades.

"Xiao Qian, remember uncle's words. On the dock, you can take care of small things and walk around big things. Uncle's words are definitely good words. I have worked here for more than 30 years and have seen too many people. There are many people as passionate as you..." Speaking of this, I shook my head and didn't say anything more. On the first day of my partner, I have already said a little deeper.

"The result is not very good?" Du Qian was naturally not stupid.

"The best result is to take off this police uniform, most of them don't even have the chance to take it off." Feng Bao didn't say in detail, and asked Du Qian to make up for it himself.

The two were talking when they walked over from a distance. The man walking in front of them was about forty and was slightly fat. Du Qian had seen him before, and he should be a manager of Piaoxue Trading Company.

"Old Feng, this young man is full of energy, hahaha..."

"Master Gu, don't make me happy." Feng Bao smiled bitterly.

"You are good at managing the business." Du Qian hurriedly said hello. No matter how old, identity, or power, Du Qian was far inferior to others.

Du Qian remembers that this person is Gu Zhengdao, who is a manager of Piaoxue Trading Company stationed in Fisherman's Wharf. In Piaoxue Trading Company, he can only be regarded as a small person, but he can't stand the big plate of Piaoxue Trading Company. He can't just pull out one, but he can't compare to the little patrolman.

"What's the young man's name?" It was not until this moment that Gu Zhengdao turned around and looked at Du Qian in front of him.

"My name is Du Qian."

Gu Zhengdao stretched out his fat hand and patted Du Qian's shoulder twice, with a bit of joke in his eyes. The hand was oily, giving people a feeling of not washing it clean, and I don't know if it would stain his police uniform.

"Come on, I'll give you a fish. Fisherman's Wharf is poor. There's nothing good about it. There are so many fish. If you want to eat fish, you can talk." After Gu Zhengdao finished speaking, the person behind him gave him a fish. It was not too big. It looked like five or six pounds, wrapped in oil paper, and used a red rope to pass through the fish's mouth for easy carrying.

"This..." Du Qian was a little surprised. Just as Manager Gu said, the most insignificant thing on the dock was fish. But how much does it mean to give him a fish? It is obvious that this fish only has its own, not the share of Uncle Feng.

"Hold it." Feng Bao said, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Then thank you, Manager Gu." A fish weighs five or six pounds. Even an ugly fish with better meat quality will not exceed forty. This gift is not light and is definitely not expensive.

Seeing Manager Gu lead people away, Feng Bao looked at his back and said softly: "The one you take is called a work gift. Only when the patrol officer is working for the first time, the dock will give it. This gift is given to the entire dock business, the ship owner. It may not be anything to them, but to our patrol officers, it is a heavy gift, and can only be taken once in a lifetime."

"Uncle Feng?" Is the courtesy very heavy? It's only five or six pounds.

"Don't open the grease paper, go home and look again. Put it in the patrol car later. Someone is watching over there and can't be lost."
Chapter completed!