He Wenjingcha was very uncomfortable when he saw Zeng Zhi, and his anger soared. She didn't know that with her hot temper, she could endure it for a few seconds, so she decided to get the jujube cake in Zeng Zhi's hand before she went wild.

Thinking of this, He Wenjing said loudly, "Sir, can you transfer it to me? I'll pay ten yuan."

I was in a bad mood, so of course I couldn't speak of being amiable.

As if she was interrupted by her blatant peeping, Zeng Zhi frowned slightly, ignored her, turned his head and said, "Sister-in-law Fan, look for money."

A firm tone is unquestionable.

"This?" Fan Dasan looked at the two of them with some embarrassment. Although she was more inclined to sell it to Officer He, a familiar old customer, it seemed that this man who seemed to be an old customer bought it first. Out of the idea of ​​honest management, after a little hesitation, Fan Dasan had to find Zeng Zhi for two yuan.

Zeng Zhi didn't look at the female policeman anymore, carrying the still hot pastry, lowered his head and turned around and left.

"Stop!" Officer He quickly flashed, blocking Zeng Zhi's way, and said with a very bad look, "You just want to leave like this?"

Zeng Zhi looked up slightly, looked at her calmly, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

He Wenjing snorted and gritted his teeth, "Is there any problem? Remove the last word! I tell you, there is a problem, and it's a big problem."

He Wenjing looked at Zeng Zhi with a sharp look, looking up and down at him, his eyes as if he was examining a suspect, and then said, "Take out your ID card."

"Why?" Zeng Zhi asked back smoothly, without even raising his eyelids, as if he did not take the female police officer seriously at all.

He Wenjing laughed gentlely and said with a funny look: "Hmm??? I've hit a thorn. The police want to check your ID card. Why do you even say? Take out your ID card honestly and don't interfere with my official duties, otherwise you will be handcuffed to the bureau."

As he spoke, He Wenjing's face turned up, a sneer rose slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: "Boy, I told you to be honest and told you not to give me the jujube cake. Do you know it's amazing?"

Zeng Zhi took a leisurely patting his clothes, as if there was a lot of dust on it, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the female police officer and said, "You have gotten off work."

"You..." The smile on He Wenjing's face suddenly became frozen and he said hatefully, "As a people's policeman, I have the obligation to stop a crime or an imminent crime at any time and anywhere."

Zeng Zhi was naturally not a good-looking lamp. He immediately fought back: "As a people's policeman, he was still wearing a uniform while he got off work, because a piece of jujube cake showed his power to an ordinary person and abused the power given to you by the people."

Looking at the police motorcycle parked on the side of the road, Zeng Zhi showed a strong disdain and contempt on his lips, and his voice was a little passionate: "In addition, you are also suspected of using public vehicles for personal use, infringing on the interests of all our people. What do you have to say that you are a people's policeman? Have you forgotten the solemn oath when you were admitted to the police academy? Have you forgotten the glorious ideals when you joined the police force? I despise you, deeply and without reservation."

He Wenjing's face gradually turned pale, and the anger in his eyes became burning. He stared at Zeng Zhi's face, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the urge to throw him a bear to the ground.

Although this statement made her angry at the brink of an explosion.

Just putting aside personal likes and dislikes, this person's words may not be unreasonable.

Forced to calm himself down, He Wenjing took off his police cap and his black and beautiful hair sprinkled down like a waterfall. With his sharp and cold eyes, he began to untickle the top and unbutton one by one, his movements were slow but very calm.

When Zeng Zhi saw this scene, his eyes were about to pop out, thinking to him, could he be criticized and educated by his righteous words, which made her repent and ready to change her past?

Isn’t this? In order to thank her benefactor, that is, herself, she decided to give herself some benefits?

As the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, the weapon tightly bound by the uniform was almost stretched out to open its light green shirt and was about to emerge.

Even Zeng Zhi, who was knowledgeable, was firmly attracted by this scene, and he couldn't move his eyes away. He kept shouting in his heart: "A weapon, a big weapon, a human weapon."

He Wenjing took off his upper uniform, folded it and placed it on the sales windowsill. The clear eyes, which were as clear as gems, fell on Zeng Zhi, and saw his unreserved salivating look. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and pretended to be a gentle voice and said, "It looks great? Do you want to try the feel?"

"Think." Zeng Zhi almost subconsciously nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He also raised his hand, looking like he was about to grab it with the flow.

"Shameless soul fades." He Wenjing angrily rebuked, and the murderous aura on his body suddenly burst out, and he suddenly grabbed Zeng Zhi's claws, with fierce and accurate movements. It was obvious that she had put in countless hard work on this trick.

Zeng Zhi's eyes lit up and he secretly praised his good skills. Unexpectedly, this female policeman with a hot figure would have such explosive power. Have the police in the Magic City reached this level of professionalism now?

Zeng Zhigang subconsciously wanted to fight back, but suddenly thought of something, so he let her "catch" her right arm, and she turned it behind her back, and was locked tightly.

Zeng Zhi struggled for a few times, but couldn't break free. He looked panicked and shouted, "Hey, what are you... what are you doing?"

After He Wenjing subdued Zeng Zhi with one move, he was not proud at all, as if he took this result for granted.

In her opinion, unless they are those well-trained professional criminals, they are delusional to resist themselves and capture them.

After looking at Zeng Zhi who was subdued by himself, He Wenjing said proudly: "Hmph, what do you think I want to do? I just saw it so well, right? Why don't you watch it anymore? Look, keep watching it?"

The boss and the boss wife seemed to be frightened, and were stunned and at a loss.

Although this point has passed nine o'clock, it is the center of the metropolis and there are not many people coming and going. Seeing this scene, they all consciously formed a circle of encirclements and watched inhumanely.

Whether in the countryside of the ancient city or on the streets of the demon city, the performance of the melon-eating people is not much worse. Seeing such a fun thing, it is naturally not a big deal to watch.
Chapter completed!