life as a police officer in america

Three days later.

"Boss, you've been playing with this shell for a long time, aren't you tired of it?"

The bullet casings placed on the tea table were from the bullet that shot Gregorian.

Wang Dengming does not hate Gray Chuan. Although he was severely repaired by Wang Dengming, Gray Chuan is not a big evil person in nature.

"Jones, tell me, why did the gunman shoot down Gregorian so accurately when he was two hundred meters away and it was night?"

"Of course they are well-trained people, they may be veterans, they may also be professional killers. Boss, have you made any new discoveries?"

"I found, NO, there is a problem..."

At this moment, Jones Medi was lying on the sofa, his head resting leisurely on Wang Dengming's lap, holding a monthly edition: Police Frontline in his hand.

Jones-Medy suddenly screamed in surprise: "Look, what did I find?"

"What? What did you see? God or Jesus?"

"Look, I'm in a magazine!"

"What, you were in a magazine?"

"Yes, yes...look! This!"

Jones-Medy put the magazine under his nose and pointed to a certain page.

Sure enough, Jones Medi's proud smile appeared in the magazine, looking so handsome and soft.

This article in the magazine: Policewoman of the Year, describes Wang Dengming and his solving of the chain theft case in Polson City last time. The content of the magazine praised Jones Medi to no end, but Wang Dengming only mentioned it briefly.

Became Jones Medi's little follower.

Looking at the author again, she is the female reporter who hugged him last time.

"Dear, these days, I thought you were studying for progress, but it turns out you were looking for photos of yourself."

"Tou, are you jealous of me?"

"Yes, I am jealous. I am jealous of you in the magazine. You are more beautiful than you are now."

The time now is half past ten in the evening.

Ali Xue took leave today and would not come back until the day after tomorrow. There were just the two of them in the house.

When Jones-Medy heard this, he threw the magazine away and asked with a smile: "From what point do you think I am prettier in the magazine than I am now?"

"The air, the people in the magazine have a special air."

"Any more?"

"Gone."

Jones Medi started to do it, holding his neck, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

"What do you want to do?"

"Thank you, boss, you are amazing, not arrogant."

Wang Dengming was puzzled.

"Confused?"

Wang Dengming kissed her and said, "Baby, please don't say thank you between us in the future, okay?"

"No, thank you is polite."

"Then what do you thank me for?"

"I saw light! It's in the Dantian you mentioned."

"Light?"

Wang Dengming was really confused for a moment, and then immediately thought that it was about this foreign girl practicing Kung Fu. Wang Dengming never paid attention to the matter of Jones Medi practicing Kung Fu. A foreign girl practiced profound Chinese Kung Fu.

, he didn’t quite believe that Jones Medi could achieve anything. This needs to be passed on, and not everyone can achieve results. Now, hearing Jones Medi say that he saw the light, he was naturally surprised and curious.

"What color is the light you see?"

"Pink, with a bit of white. Anyway, it's very strange. I can't fully describe it. I also saw the snowdrop you mentioned."

The exercises that Wang Dengming taught her were not too profound. They were ordinary Taoist inner-gong cultivation techniques for improving one's emotions and cultivating one's character. She actually saw a strange light.

"Are you sure you saw it?"

"Why should I lie?"

Wang Dengming then said: "Okay, then keep practicing, and if you see anything else, tell me."

"OK, honey, I have to practice tonight, please don't harass me."

"Yes, baby."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Jones Medi went upstairs, and Wang Dengming picked up the bullet casing on the tea table and played with it like a man possessed.

At exactly twelve o'clock at night, Tu Gebu called: "Boss, they are here."

Wang Dengming was shocked. Of course he knew who they were.

"You're here so soon. Where are you? Are you here to trouble you?"

"In my club, they are indeed looking for trouble."

"Hold on, I'm coming over now."

"No, boss, they haven't found anything yet. They are here to play. By the way, can I transfer my membership to them? I don't want to, they look very unhappy."

"Buy your club?"

"Yes, they came to me as soon as they came and offered me the price as soon as they met."

"What price are they offering?"

"It's very tempting. They said they could offer twice the price I imagined."

"how do you say?"

"What I say, I don't say anything."

"Then they got angry."

"Yes, boss, I give them the middle finger."

"Then what?"

"They warned me and I apologized."

Wang Dengming wanted to scold his mother, but he held it back and said, "Wait for me, I'll come right away."

"No, boss. Don't come forward yet. It won't do you any good. I'll deal with it first. If it doesn't work, I'll call you again."

Wang Dengming thought for a few seconds and said, "Okay.'

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dengming took out the police gun from under the cushion of the sofa, checked the bullets and magazines, and loaded it. Then he changed into his police uniform.

Jones Medi came down from upstairs and found Wang Dengming fully armed and asked, "Do you want to call the police?"

"Aren't you practicing?"

"I heard the phone ringing downstairs. What happened?"

"Your hearing is really better than that of a rabbit. If nothing happens, I just want to go out for a walk."

Jones Medi walked up to Wang Dengming and said seriously: "Boss, I have two identities now. One is your horse, and the other is a policeman. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wang Dengming was silent for a moment and said: 'Butcher Gordon Bu may be in trouble."

"Then let's go together, right away."

"I think so."