C18

"Master is done."

A dull day passed.

This kind of 'master'!

It was like a carp crossing a river. There were countless of them. Even if a few were exposed, it wouldn't change anything. It was just for fun.

Ye Zheng returned to the apartment and walked up to the second floor. He took out the key to open the door.

Suddenly, four strong men appeared out of nowhere and slammed into his back, pushing him against the wall.

These people were obviously not a mob, and they cooperated quite well, forcefully pulling Ye Zheng's hands behind his back.

Ye Zheng struck out with his iron elbow, causing a man's nose to spurt out blood. He groaned and staggered before falling onto the ground, unable to struggle for a while.

Then, he kicked the wall and broke away from the encirclement. He was as agile as a leopard as he grabbed the wrists of the two attackers with both of his hands. He used the momentum to throw them to the ground.

"Arrest!"

The last man skillfully placed his right hand on his waist and pulled out the rod. Ye Zheng's right hand stretched out like lightning and directly grabbed the rod from the ground, removed the sleeve and threw it on the ground.

Having lost his hand rod, the man's face changed. Gritting his teeth, he pounced towards Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng bent his body, lifted him up and threw him backwards.

"This is too rampant, I'm requesting for reinforcements!"

The man who was beaten black and blue sat on the ground and shouted anxiously.

Ye Zheng strode along the corridor, he had a strange feeling that these people were definitely not normal thugs.

Someone kicked at Ye Zheng's head.

Ye Zheng slightly tilted his body, dodging the attack, and took the chance to slash his opponent's lower leg bones.

"Ouch!"

The attacker fell to the ground while hugging her legs. To Ye Zheng's surprise, the attacker turned out to be a woman dressed in casual clothes.

The woman was wearing light-colored jeans and a jacket. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. Although she wasn't tall, she had a strong build. It was obvious that she had undergone rigorous training.

Her face was contorted with pain, but there was still a quality to her face.

In an instant, the few men who were tripped by Ye Zheng pounced over from behind. Ye Zheng leapt into the air, his right leg stepping on the wall as he leapt down to the stairs on the second floor.

As soon as he landed, he was cornered by a few hand rod.

"Police?"

Ye Zheng saw the bright weapons as well as their professional two-handed weapons holding posture, he suddenly realized.

"You're under arrest for smuggling weapons and assaulting the police."

A man pulled out handcuffs.

They were indeed the genuine police officers.

"This guy is really strong!" "It's obvious that he's a habitual offender."

The policemen who were hit by Ye Zheng's elbow wiped the blood off their noses as they walked down the stairs.

With Ye Zheng's strength, if he wanted to escape easily, or even defeat all of them in the future, it was not a difficult matter.

However, the police represented the national machine, he could not fight against the country.

Ye Zheng believed that he must have been framed. As long as he could explain the reason, he would be acquitted. There was no need to become a "fugitive".

"Clang!"

Ye Zheng's wrists were covered with cold handcuffs.

He smiled wryly.

"Are you the tenant of this room?"

The policewoman who was struck in the calf by Ye Zheng just now looked at Ye Zheng with a stern face.

She was limping a little.

"It's me."

Ye Zheng said indifferently.

"You're under arrest."

She was not very old, and her appearance was pretty delicate. However, she acted very mature, which made Ye Zheng feel that it was funny.

"Crime?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"Suspected of smuggling weapons."

As the policewoman spoke, she waved her hand and the two policemen ran up to the second floor. "Bang!"

With a muffled sound, they kicked the door open.

"Hey, hey, I have a key."

Ye Zheng was angry.

Two strong male police officers, one on the left and one on the right, firmly held him down.

A few minutes later, someone came running out with something wrapped in oilcloth.

"Found it in this kid's closet!"

"Be careful, protect the evidence!"

This capable policewoman was obviously the leader of this group.

A policeman put on gloves and carefully opened the oilskin bag. Inside was a shiny black short rod and beside it were two boxes of bullets.

"Do you recognize this?"

the policewoman asked Ye Zheng.

"Ice planer? A razor? Household gadgets these days are really delicate. "

Ye Zheng answered deliberately.

"Are you provoking me?"

The policewoman's face did not look good.

"This thing isn't mine. Someone put it in my room when I wasn't there, then called the police and framed it. "

Ye Zheng replied.

"The landlady told us that you once fought six people and beat them half to death and threw them out of the room."

The policewoman stared at Ye Zheng and asked.

"I was born stronger."

Ye Zheng said with an indifferent expression, "Your leg method is pretty good."

"I am a black belt of Taekwondo."

The policewoman said proudly.

"Taekwondo? That thing is too gaudy, so it's not very useful. "

Ye Zheng said.

"If you can do it again, I'll kick your head hard."

The policewoman had an unfriendly expression.

Half an hour later, Ye Zheng was sitting on a chair in the interrogation room.

This chair had a unique design, it could firmly imprison a suspect.

Under the dim light, three policemen sat side by side on the stage. The young policewoman on the left was the "Black Belt of Taekwondo" who had been hit on the calf bone.

The young policeman on the right was the unlucky fellow who had been robbed by Ye Zheng of his hand rod and thrown into a sorry state.

There was a tall and big middle-aged policeman in the middle, who were clearly their leaders, looking at Ye Zheng with an imposing gaze.

"Name!"

the young policewoman asked.

"Ye Zheng."

Ye Zheng replied.

"Where did your weapon come from?"

the young policeman asked.

"Who called the police?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"How preposterous! Do you still have any thoughts of retaliation? "

The policeman slapped the table and scowled.

"You should calm down and use your brain to think, not your gluteus maximus."

Ye Zheng mocked: "You should know that you made a round at the gates of hell today, and even came back safely. If I take the weapon and counterattack, you definitely won't have a chance to survive. "

"Are you threatening the police?"

The young policeman stood up abruptly, sparks shooting out of his eyes.

"Ye Zheng, tell me honestly, where did you get your goods from and who are you planning to sell them to?"

The young female police officer was much calmer than her companion.

"Little Yan, Little Kou, the two of you go out for a bit."

The middle-aged policeman in the middle stared at Ye Zheng for a long time before he gave the order in a low and forceful voice.

The two young police officers glared at Ye Zheng fiercely and walked out bitterly.

The middle aged officer turned off the surveillance and recording equipment, his voice became agitated and anxious. He asked Ye Zheng respectfully, "Instructor?"

"You called me?"

Ye Zheng had a puzzled look.