Happy Little Mayor

Wang Bo's hands were hot, and Sam's eyebrows came up to support him.

The young man was still chanting ‘I ’ll make you regret’. Wang Bo yanked him up and said, “Will I regret it later? Now you have to regret it!”

"I'll definitely let the lawyers sue you, and you're waiting for the bad luck." The youth was still crooked.

Wang Bo sneered: "Then you'd better ask the lawyer first what crimes the assaulting the police has, and you have repeatedly attacked the police!"

The youth said dismissively: "Who attacked the police? I just didn't see who you were. I thought someone had robbed me. After all, the car I drove could easily cause some people to think badly."

He really drove a luxury car. Wang Bo had already noticed that Aston Martin db9 uses a 6.0-liter v12 engine with a maximum power of 517 horsepower. It can accelerate from the start to 100 kilometers per hour in four and a half seconds.

This car is also on their key list, so Pharaoh was so polite to him.

After listening to the youth, he said dismissively, "How much is a broken car? Hundreds of thousands? The car is not even a million, and dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

He handcuffed the young man and pushed it to Sam, saying, "Check his alcohol content. He must be driving under the influence of alcohol, most likely drunk."

Those who dared to treat the police like this in the awake state were either arrogant or stupid, or the background was so large that New Zealand could not do anything about it.

There was a car behind to escape, and one even rushed to the seaside reef, but the police had dispatched a helicopter, and no one could run.

Wang Bo was busy inside, the elite group took over the work, he did not have to go to arrest, as long as he was responsible for registration.

"Name."

"Bill."

"No name or last name? What about gender?"

"You are blind and can't see it yourself?"

Wang Bo saw that the young man was very bull-nosed. The old saying is good. Little tree can't repair straight, people can't repair crickets.

The youth screamed in pain, his arms were almost broken.

Wang Bo rolled up the register in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and now he couldn't speak, and could only moan there.

"Do you know what your name is and what is your gender?"

The young man nodded hurriedly, apparently not a man of bones.

Sam came to persuade, "Don't, man, you're easy to cause trouble, and you will be complained."

Wang Bodao: "Let them complain, I won't get used to these **** bad things, step on the horse and see what they do, drunk driving, playing with girl driving, they just don't want to live, they even plan to pull Hell with others! "

Sam shrugged. "Be sane, after all, there are cameras there."

Of course, Wang Bo knew this. He was very cunning when he started, but he didn't notice anything when he didn't notice it.

Besides, he is not afraid of complaints. Wellington can't control him. The Sunset Town Police Department is now under the direct jurisdiction of Olympic City. To complain, he has to go to Olympic City.

In the evening, I was busy at more than twelve o'clock, and the arrest was finally over. It was a busy one. These people were registered, and they were arrested when they detected alcohol.

The owner of Aston Martin is Sandy Dulinger. He is a wealthy second-generation owner. His father is the owner of the famous New Zealand hotel chain Air Star. His mother is a bank executive. No wonder he is so arrogant.

But Wang Bo didn't care about his little background, even the prime minister's son, he dared to catch it.

Before leaving, he specifically told the police that Sandy Du Lingjie must be optimistic, and he reserves the right to prosecute the assault police.

This means that even if the Du Linjie family can get him out of the government by any means, they must get Wang Bo's consent, otherwise he will go to court and accept Wang Bo and the police's prosecution.

The Du Linjie family moved quite quickly. It wasn't long after they returned to the Police Academy. In the early hours, someone called to talk about this matter.

Wang Bo had just fallen asleep at that time, and he connected to the phone stupidly and heard the person opposite said, "Hello, mayor Wang?"

He thought he was negotiating the business of Sunset Town and said vaguely: "It's me. Please say something tomorrow. I'm too tired now and need to rest."

Tossing for half a night, it was really tiring.

The person across the street quickly apologized: "Sorry, Mayor Wang, I'm Rachel Duringer, Sandy Duringer's father. That's right, I have something to trouble you ..."

Upon hearing this identity, Wang Bo was even less interested in answering his phone call, interrupting his voice and saying, "I have something to trouble me, and I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Rachel Duringer clearly understood what he meant, and it wasn't him who called the next day, but an important backbone of the Green Party, named Westin Reed.

When he called, Westin laughed, "Hi, Wang, I heard that you have been in Wellington recently. How about it? Are you used to studying and living here?"

Wang Bo guessed his purpose and said, "It's okay, mainly because the training is relatively heavy. I'm going to train again soon, Mr. Reed, please tell me something."

"Okay, then I'll open the door to see it, this is it, did you participate in a capture operation last night? There was a child named Sandy Duringer ..."

Wang Bo said: "Yes, Sandy Du Lingjie, I am very impressed. He almost killed me by driving and attacked me after getting out of the car. I will sue him."

Westin smiled bitterly: "I think there must be some misunderstanding here, because the child may not recognize you because of the sky, so it offends you."

Wang Bo rightly said: "No, he didn't offend me, but offended the dignity of the law and the police. I don't care about the others, I must send him to prison to study."

Last night, if the police car was not strong enough, then Aston Martin hit him backwards. Pharaoh was in a very dangerous situation. He said it was awkward. Both sides were faster. Then his child would not see his father in the future.

Westin asked, "Is there no room for easing?"

"No." Pharaoh replied sharply, then hung up and continued training.

During the training, several trainees were arguing, and one shouted, "Excuse me, do you dare hit me? Do you know who my dad is?"

"Who is your father? That's your mother's secret!" Said another student, laughing.

Wang Bo was a little embarrassed and said, "How do you know this sentence? Who told you? Wouldn't it be an instructor?"

Uncle Bing, they don't talk so much, Aturu just talks, he doesn't talk too much.

The sweet man laughed: "Who else do you need to tell us? Your arrest last night was broadcast as news, and there was a scene where you talked."

(To be continued.)