"Sir, please wait."

Qiao Xue did not let the person take further action, and directly said it in Chinese and English.

This person's movements stopped instantly, and Qiao Xue also walked over with the gun at her waist...

Slammed! The man raised his heel back! He directly hooked up the four-corner stool and flew towards Qiao Xue!

Qiao Xue hurriedly dodged to the side and took out the pistol at her waist! But this person had quickly rushed towards the crowd in front of her!

"nypd! The person in front of you stopped!"

Qiao Xue shouted loudly, but her words were not for the escaped suspect, but for all the pedestrians around her! This sentence worked very well. The people around quickly made way between the police and the suspect, and everything seemed unimpeded!

"No. n2113, the suspect is wearing a black and white ski jacket, about 1.7 meters tall, a Chinese man about thirty years old, is currently running towards Brooklyn Street and asking for support!"

Qiao Xue was unable to shoot in a crowded place. She rushed towards the escaped suspect and reported her position to seek support.

In the crowded late at night, the suspect's speed was really hard to exert speed. He desperately separated the pedestrians in front of him who had no idea what had happened, and was struggling to move forward as if he was desperately trying to swim forward in the mud.

"Stop! nypd!"

Qiao Xue warned again, and at the same time raised the pistol in her hand and rang the air bag bullet directly into the air.

Wow—!

The sudden gunshots on the streets of the night market made all the Chinese people who had lived in New York for so long squat down and hug their heads with their hands habitually! The suspect seemed even more panicked when he saw that he became one of the most prominent figures of the crowd. He began to try to knock away the pedestrians squatted in front of him. But he didn't expect that he was too anxious and couldn't lift his feet smoothly. He was tripped and fell to an old lady.

"Wow!"

The old lady panicked and screamed. This made the guy look even more nervous, and even stretched out his hand and made an action that he wanted to hold the old lady hostage.

"Stop the movements in your hands!"

Without waiting for him to pounce on the old lady, Qiao Xue rushed up and raised her feet, and kicked her feet directly at his butt. The person's center of gravity was kicked away by this kick and fell directly to the ground. Qiao Xue followed the trend and pressed her on his back. She held the gun and shouted loudly-

"nypd! Put your hands slowly on the back of your head!"

Finally, the suspect finally knew that he could not escape. He obediently raised his hands and placed them on the back of his head, his expression and movements seemed a little panicked. Qiao Xue knelt on his back with one knee, continued to hold the gun with one hand, and took out the handcuffs with the other hand, cuffing his hands. After doing this, she put away the gun and dragged the guy up from the ground.

"Say! Why do you run away? Do you know Hero Hao, right?!"

Qiao Xue raised her fist with tactical gloves and shook it in front of the Chinese man.

The man squinted his eyes and looked really scared. Before Qiao Xue could really move, he shouted in panic: "Heroes were not killed by me! I...I didn't kill him! Really!"

"You didn't kill me, why are you escaping?! What's your name? Where is your home address!"

Qiao Xue pressed the man to a place with fewer crowds in Chinatown, while Zhou Wangui followed him from afar.

The man said tremblingly: "My name is Chen Liyang! I...I...I...I am afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?!"

At this time, Qiao Xue had already taken this guy out of the bustling food stall street. Several uniformed police officers had already walked over from the police car in the distance. Qiao Xue pressed the guy directly on the hood of one of the police cars and shouted viciously-

"If you didn't kill someone, why did you run away? Why are you afraid?! What do you know? Tell me out quickly!"

"I said I said! I... I said everything! Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!"

Qiao Xue relaxed a little, allowing this man named Chen Liyang to feel a little relaxed.

"Actually... I know Hero Hao, he... he is a senior member of our association... but... but... I have quarreled with him several times because of some small conflicts... so after hearing the news that he was dead... I... I'm afraid... afraid..."

Senior members?…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

When he thought of Hao Yingxiong's special identity, Qiao Xue thought of the snow-mounted lion flag tattooed on his thigh. If this guy is the same... then is there such a tattoo on his thigh?

"What kind of member are you? Say! If you don't say it, I'll throw you into jail!"

Qiao Xue continued to intimidate, and these intimidations were really effective for such guys who had no courage.

"Their organization name is the 'Pro-Buddhist Club'. However, this is actually a member name for a high-end entertainment club. On the surface, it seems that there is nothing to do with your motherland's Tibet region."

At this moment, Tom's voice came from the side.

Qiao Xue turned her head and saw the guy walking over with a little drunken tide on his face. He leaned against the police car and said with a smile: "Kiss the Buddha Club, the entertainment club. However, the activity in this entertainment club is called mah-jong."

He raised his hand, pointed to the guy tied by Qiao Xue, and continued to smile, "How is it? I know a lot? Don't think I've spent all day in a bar and I'm very good at inquiring about things with some 'members' who are familiar with your Chinese affairs! According to my speculation, this so-called mah-jong should be a new drug-taking activity. I took such a name that I don't know what it means. Wait until tomorrow! When I wake up a little, we will go to this 'Tao-Keep Club'! We will definitely find the reason and evidence of the killing of ying's chest!"

Qiao Xue really doesn't know what to say for this partner who has begun to get drunk.

Seeing him shaking like this, it seemed that the case would be solved soon, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Qiao Xue could only sigh, shake her head, and said-

“Mah-jong, it’s not about drug trafficking or other criminal activities.”

Tom frowned: "Ah? What is that?"

"That is a bridge game invented by the Chinese. The Chinese pronunciation is called 'mahjong'. If so, then the 'Professional Association' at least looks like it is not a criminal organization on the surface, but a chess and card room specially provided for people to play mahjong."

Tom stood there, seemingly not quite understanding.
Chapter completed!