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Uncle Feng, who had just returned to Dongpingzhou, almost wanted to fly to the academy with his sword and hack Xiao Zhang to death when he received the call.

But when he heard that the more than thirty injured people only had their legs broken, Uncle Feng forced himself to hold back the anger in his heart.

"He can actually resist the bloodthirsty instinct of zombies?"

It is impossible for a group fight of more than two hundred people to be fought without bloodshed, even if only one person is beaten.

After his legs were broken, he fell to the ground. It was impossible for all the students around him who were stunned by anger to notice, and even if they did, they would not be immune to the impact of others.

Bleeding is inevitable.

Uncle Feng has some experience in this regard.

But the zombies were able to resist their bloodthirsty instincts even when they were beaten by more than two hundred people and had already seen blood. This was something Uncle Feng had never seen before.

It's just a hairy zombie, not a flying zombie that's almost indistinguishable from ordinary people and can even use spells.

From a certain perspective, this can be considered a good thing.

But Uncle Feng was still very angry, not only because Xiao Zhang caused such a big trouble, but also because he deliberately opened the back door in order to prevent Xiao Zhang from getting a physical examination, so as to avoid abnormality being discovered during the blood test.

However, when it comes to group fights, even if Xiao Zhang is Mao Zang, he may not be able to guarantee that he will not be injured when more than two hundred people attack him during the day.

"Sure enough, he is still the same Xiao Zhang who has evil intentions and does things without considering the consequences."

Uncle Feng sighed and opened the treasure house that Xiao Zhang had been searching for for many days but could not find. It was the ghost-sealing vat in the yard that was covered with talismans.

When the cover was lifted, the gloomy ghostly energy suddenly burst out, and the entire yard seemed to be covered in black mist, and endless shrill screams resounded throughout the yard.

But all the changes were limited to the courtyard.

Even a bird that was preening its feathers on the wall of the courtyard failed to notice anything unusual in the courtyard. If it looked into the courtyard, it would only see a man putting his hand into a large vat.

When Uncle Feng fumbled inside for a moment and then took it out, the black mist in the entire courtyard seemed to be sucked by a tornado. With the ghost-sealing vat as the center point, it disappeared in an instant.

The shrill screams coming from the ghost-sealing vat also disappeared after the cover was closed, but the ghosts would definitely not quiet down.

It's just that no matter how miserable they scream, they are tightly blocked by the ghost-sealing vat.

Uncle Feng left the courtyard with the door unlocked, as if he didn't worry about anyone entering his courtyard by mistake and opened the ghost-sealing vat.

When we arrived at the pier of Dongpingzhou, the speedboat of the Xiangjiang Marine Police was already in place. After picking up Uncle Feng, we rushed into the city.

It didn't take long for Uncle Feng to arrive at the hospital.

For injuries like a broken leg, Western medicine has no better solution. Moreover, with the prevalence of social groups and martial arts in Xiangjiang, injuries such as missing arms and broken legs are really common. The superiority of traditional Chinese medicine in this regard is undoubted. .

The Chinese medicine doctors at the hospital have completed the work of setting the bones of more than 30 injured people, and now they are all splinted and ready to rest.

After Uncle Feng arrived, there was a special person waiting for him, who was also an acquaintance of his when he was a policeman in the city, which saved him some verbal trouble.

After taking apart the splints and looking at everyone's legs to determine the extent of the injuries and that they were not spliced ​​crookedly, he took out the special wound medicine.

"Let them be honest for a month, and they will all be able to recover as before. If someone disobeys and moves randomly, causing the bones to grow out of place, come back to me in the future, and I guarantee that it can be cured. It's just that when re-treating... it hurts, you remind them one time."

"Uncle Feng, I believe what you say, but even if they are all intact, your arrogant nephew..."

"I know, what are you going to do with him?"

"I don't know about this, but Uncle Feng, you have many acquaintances and many people in high positions. You can find out by just looking for anyone."

"Okay, I'll go find out. Thank you."

After Uncle Feng said goodbye and left, he came to the police academy in Wong Chuk Hang.

Xiao Zhang, who had caused the big trouble, was not taken away. The previous interrogation work was also conducted here. Compared with the police station in Wong Chuk Hang, the police school has more professional facilities in all aspects.

But Uncle Feng could not see Xiao Zhang directly because Xiao Zhang was detained.

"Is there anyone watching?"

Uncle Feng asked.

He knew very well how crude the conditions in the school's solitary room were, not in terms of living, but in terms of defense.

The iron window that is impossible for ordinary people to break open can be easily broken open by Mao Zang like Xiao Zhang late at night.

The college wall was too short for Mao Zhan.

"What, you want to rob the prison?"

Sir Li asked angrily, but the movement of his hand was to pour tea for Uncle Feng.

Three cups of Kung Fu tea, because there are three people in Sir Li's office.

Uncle Feng didn't know the other person, and it was hard to say that Xiao Zhang was capable of escaping. He just stood there and asked directly: "What are you going to do?"

"I can't deal with your good nephew who can break the truth." Sir Li was still angry when he spoke. He glared at Uncle Feng and introduced him.

"This is Sir Huang, remembered by O. This is... Xiao Feng, Sir Huang, don't think he is a uniformed policeman now. If he had been more sensible, he would have been an assistant director at least and would not have been sent to Dongping. Go to the continent."

Huang Sir took the initiative to extend his right hand to Uncle Feng and said with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Feng, I have heard many stories about you."

"Hello, Sir Huang." Uncle Feng also reached out and shook it.

Huang Sir gestured: "Uncle Feng, let's sit down and have a chat?"

Uncle Feng chose to sit down upright without drinking tea. After pondering for a while, he asked directly: "Do you want Xiao Zhang to be an undercover agent?"

Two puffs.

Sir Li and Sir Huang squirted out the tea they had just drank at the same time.

"Ahem..."

"I just said that he is not simple. I just said that he can be the assistant director. Look, as soon as I heard that you were registered as O, I already guessed what we were going to do."

"Uncle Feng is a senior. He must have more experience than me. I can't hide my little thoughts." Sir Huang turned around and looked at Uncle Feng and asked, "What do you think?"

"I disagree."

Uncle Feng categorically refused and said, "If you don't want him to be a police officer, then fire him."

"Expelled?" Sir Li chuckled twice and said, "You broke so many legs, how about expulsion? I think your nephew is ready to go to jail."

Jail?

Do you believe he can kill the prison?

Although Uncle Feng was very angry at what Xiao Zhang had done, he was unwilling to let Xiao Zhang go to jail, because in that case, he would have no other choice but to kill Xiao Zhang.

But whether it is from the perspective of Xiao Zhang's current nature or from the perspective of future crises, he is a sin that does not lead to death, and he cannot die.

"Xiao Zhang is a bit cynical. I can't say the specifics. I understand everything."

Sir Li and Sir Huang both thought they understood what Uncle Feng said, but they had no idea what the answer was in their minds, which was totally different from the real answer.

"If you let him go undercover, I think he will become a bad person, a real bad person."

"Think about it. One day in the future, when you go to arrest him, hundreds of people are dispatched, but all of them have their legs broken... I think you should find a way to train him to become a police officer."

Both Li Sir and Huang Sir had a tragic scene in their minds, but they shook their heads at the same time.

"Uncle Feng, what you said is wrong. No matter how good he is at fighting, will he still be afraid of guns?" Huang Sir laughed and said, "Not only do we have guns, but we also have cannons."

gun?

gun?

If I don’t consecrate it to you, you will be stunned.

Uncle Feng frowned and said nothing.

While pouring tea, Sir Li said: "Old Xiao, I know you well. Except for your bad temper and lack of adaptability, everything else is very good. So I believe that even if your nephew wants to become a bad person, You won’t agree either. And...who says that being a police officer means you will definitely be a good person?"

Huang Sir added: "Uncle Feng, as long as you discipline him more, I think Xiao Zhang will be fine. He can listen to you and come to school. Why can't he listen to you and become an undercover agent?"

More discipline?

Aren’t all police officers necessarily good people?

A picture suddenly appeared in Uncle Feng's mind: Xiao Zhang, who had been upgraded to Feizheng, became the chief of police in Xiangjiang, and then stood in front of him and said with an arrogant look - It's your choice, Taoist Priest!

"Let me talk to him first."