A man with a haircut in a comb wearing sunglasses leaning on a motorcycle and smoking boredly.

The crowd of shopping walked past him with a smile.

Liu Jianming sat in the No. 2 police car in the center, sitting in the back seat of the car.

On the left is Abao who escorted him, and he never stopped talking.

On the right is a young male policeman.

The front seat is driving by another older male police officer, and the co-pilot is Li Ying.

The number one police car was taken first, and Zeng Ye escorted the number two vehicles that escorted Liu Jianming in the number three police car, and was caught in the middle.

All around are vehicles of all sizes, and the traffic flow will only move forward a little by one green light. In this case, it will take at least ten minutes to pass the traffic light.

"***of!"

The officer driving took a photo of the steering wheel.

Li Ying looked out at the car windows on both sides, sighed and shook his head.

Liu Jianming handcuffed Abao with his left hand, and patted Li Ying's seat in the front seat with his right hand, "Sir Li, can I smoke a cigarette?"

The young policeman next to the right immediately glared at him.

"What cigarettes are you smoking?! You, a serious shooting criminal, still want to smoke? Do you want to smoke a gun?" He patted the holster on his waist, and the acne on his face shook twice.

"How do you talk to the hero? Believe it or not, I tear your mouth apart." Abao immediately glared back and glared at him.

"Senior sister, how do you help the criminals? Chief Li, please judge." The policeman protested.

"Okay! Okay. Just fuss, just smoke a cigarette. I'm really convinced you. I'm going to quarrel one by one, and even ten are not worth one by one." Li Ying's eyes came over and he looked helpless, "If you want to suck, just suck."

After saying that, he opened the car window.

The cold wind and the noise were poured in.

Liu Jianming reached into his arms and took out the cigarette box. When he came out of the air, he saw that the cigarettes inside were all soaked and red.

"Use mine." Li Ying took out his cigarette box, freed up and handed over, and used a lighter to help light it.

The fragrance of tobacco spread.

The policeman on the right looked unhappy and turned his face out the window.

Liu Jianming just pretended that he didn't see it.

I used to be so young and frivolous, and my joys and sorrows were written on my face.

But now...hehe...
Chapter completed!