Chapter 12

At this moment, Du Qian felt like a hero. What did police regulations and patrol guidelines matter? To hell with them. Even if he had studied them for just two hours, he wouldn't remember them now.

Du Qian raised his hand and fired three shots, aiming at the armed criminals. Yes, in Du Qian's eyes, they were criminals.

Just a moment's thought would reveal that being chased and having a gun without a resonance tube were enough to label them as criminals.

Du Qian's actions made the four people on the speedboat pause. Seeing Du Qian raise his gun, the fat man's face turned pale, and the driver's hand trembled, causing the speedboat to veer off course.

Only the muscular man, who paused for less than a fraction of a second, made a gesture with his right hand in front of his chest. This movement gave Du Qian a sense of three sparks splashing out.

"Damn, didn't hit them?" Du Qian cursed. In the instant of shooting and cursing, the speedboat was already less than ten meters away. Without hesitation, he raised his gun again and fired three shots.

The muscular man was furious. This little patrol officer must be out of his mind. What business is it of yours to shoot? Are you tired of living?

He made another gesture with his right hand, and three more sparks flew. Du Qian, holding his gun, stared at the muscular man in shock. This time, the distance was too close, and he saw it clearly. Yes, the muscular man just made a gesture in front of his chest, and a green light flashed, deflecting the three bullets he had fired.

"Run...," Du Qian was still in a daze when someone pulled him. His legs moved instinctively, and he was dragged away by Feng Bao.

You seem pretty smart, but why do you freeze up when something happens? Just looking at those two speedboats, you should know it's a naval anti-smuggling operation. This has nothing to do with the patrol police and can easily get you into trouble.

It's also my fault for not explaining it clearly to this kid. Now we're in trouble. The smugglers will target him, and the navy will resent him for interfering. It's like a rat in a wind tunnel, getting squeezed from both sides.

"Feng Uncle, why are we running? We are the police, they are the criminals." Du Qian struggled, but Feng Bao's combat power was less than 2000, far inferior to Du Qian's strength and agility. He easily broke free.

After breaking free, he turned his body halfway and fired three more shots. Damn, I must have been mistaken earlier. Who can block bullets...

Right, there are people who can do that, and it's not uncommon. At the moment of firing three bullets, Du Qian finally realized that blocking bullets is not uncommon. As long as one's combat power exceeds 10,000, they can start to form a spirit pool and凝聚灵武. With the superhuman reaction and speed of martial cultivators, using spirit weapons to block bullets is no big deal.

Not to mention, even his own subordinate, Lei Ming, has already formed a significant part of his first spirit weapon, which can block bullets.

Oh... that guy is a martial cultivator...

Du Qian felt that his IQ was quite high, and his emotional intelligence was a bit lacking, but his reaction ability was still decent. This time, his reaction time seemed a bit long.

Sure enough, the three bullets were deflected again. The martial cultivator was clearly enraged. A small patrol officer attempting to shoot his companion three times in a row—do you even know the rules? If I don't teach you a lesson, how will I live in the future?

Though he might not have a future, rules are rules. Whoever breaks the rules will cause chaos, disrupting the balance of life. This must not be tolerated.

"Looking for death..." Before the martial cultivator could act, the speedboat behind them had caught up. Du Qian didn't know, but Feng Bao was very clear that it was a military speedboat under the navy, far superior in tonnage, power, and speed to the smugglers' boats.

As for combat power, hahaha...

A group of smugglers trying to compare combat power with the regular military?

A figure leaped from the navy speedboat, covering a distance of over twenty meters, landing in front of the muscular man. Two green lights flashed before Du Qian's eyes. With his eyesight, he couldn't see anything clearly, only two green shadows.

The green color was familiar to Du Qian. The spirit weapons he had formed were this color, cool and refreshing. Even a fool would know it was a good thing.

It might have been a few seconds or a dozen seconds. The green shadows dazzled Du Qian's eyes, making him lose track of time.

The muscular man, who had deflected nine of Du Qian's bullets, flew away like a rag, caught by the second navy officer who had jumped down. No wonder the four smugglers were desperately fleeing. This navy speedboat had not just one but multiple martial cultivators.

The martial cultivator among the smugglers was captured, and the other three surrendered quickly. They were smuggling red goods, which is a crime, but not a capital offense. With some connections and money, they could be out soon.

In the smuggling business, there are red goods, black goods, and dead goods. Red goods are items of unknown origin, often smuggled from other countries or regions, not passing through customs or paying taxes. If caught, they would only be fined and imprisoned for a few years, not a big deal.

Black goods are more serious, as they are stolen. If the owner recognizes them, it's not just smuggling but also robbery or even murder. Even if not sentenced to death, it's at least ten years in prison.

The most terrifying are dead goods, which are strictly prohibited by the empire from being imported or exported. If caught, it's a capital offense. Smugglers of dead goods are desperate, and even the navy finds them troublesome.

Smugglers of dead goods know that if caught, it's a death sentence. Since they're going to die anyway, they might as well fight to the death.

After capturing the four smugglers, the navy officer turned and glared at Du Qian: "A dog catching a rat."

After cursing, he turned to Feng Bao, whose face was pale: "Feng Lao, what's going on?"

"It's a new recruit, a new recruit..." Feng Bao quickly replied. Feng Bao was indeed a veteran, and no one on the dock didn't know him.

"I know it's a new recruit, but how did you teach him?" The officer's expression was relaxed, and he didn't seem to have any ill will toward Feng Bao.

"He's only been here for two hours, and I haven't had time to teach him yet." Feng Bao explained.

The officer nodded and led his men back to the speedboat. Feng Bao was a veteran of the fishing dock, somewhat timid but not bad-hearted. No one would deny him some respect.

Watching the speedboat sail away, Feng Bao's face gradually returned to normal. He looked at Du Qian and smiled bitterly: "Oh, my dear, I just went to the toilet, and you caused trouble. How many shots did you fire?"

Du Qian scratched his short hair: "Nine shots, didn't hit anyone."

"My God, on your first day, you fired nine shots and didn't hit anyone? If you had hit someone, you'd be in big trouble. Even now, you'll have some trouble. Be more careful in the future."

"What trouble could there be? I didn't hit anyone, and we are the police."

"We are patrol police," Feng Bao corrected him seriously.

"Patrol police are still police." Du Qian saw Feng Bao's unhappy face and didn't dare to continue. Uncle Feng, you have such a small heart, haven't you grown a bit over the years?

"Du Qian, remember what I say. On the dock, you can handle small matters, but avoid big ones. My advice is golden. I've worked here for over thirty years and seen many people. There are many like you who are full of enthusiasm..." He shook his head and didn't continue. It was already quite deep for their first day as partners.

"The result wasn't good?" Du Qian wasn't stupid.

"The best result is to take off this police uniform. Most don't even have that chance." Feng Bao didn't elaborate, leaving Du Qian to imagine the rest.

As they were talking, two people approached from a distance. The man in front was in his forties, slightly overweight, and Du Qian had seen him before. He was probably a manager of the Snow Drift Trading Company.

"Old Feng, this young man looks spirited, hahaha..."

"Manager Gu, don't tease me," Feng Bao said with a bitter smile.

"Hello, Manager Gu." Du Qian quickly greeted him. In terms of age, status, and power, Du Qian was far inferior to him.

Du Qian remembered that this man was named Gu Zhengdao, a manager of the Snow Drift Trading Company stationed at the fishing dock. In the company, he was just a minor figure, but the company was so large that even a minor figure was far superior to a patrol officer.

"What's your name, young man?" Only now did Gu Zhengdao turn and look at Du Qian.

"My name is Du Qian."

Gu Zhengdao extended his fat hand and lightly patted Du Qian's shoulder, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery. His hand felt greasy, as if it hadn't been washed, and Du Qian wondered if it would dirty his police uniform.

"Here, I'll give you a fish. The fishing dock is poor, but we have plenty of fish. If you want to eat fish, just say so." Gu Zhengdao said, and one of his men presented a fish, not too large, about five to six pounds, wrapped in oil paper and tied with a red string for easy carrying.

"This..." Du Qian was a bit surprised. As Manager Gu said, fish were plentiful on the dock, but giving him a fish seemed to have some meaning. Clearly, this fish was only for him, not for Feng Uncle.

"Take it," Feng Bao said, a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Thank you, Manager Gu." A fish, five to six pounds, even if it was a good-quality ugly fish, wouldn't cost more than 400 credits. This gift wasn't light, but it wasn't particularly valuable.

Watching Manager Gu and his men walk away, Feng Bao looked at his back and said softly: "What you received is called a 'first-day gift.' Only patrol police receive this gift on their first day. It represents the entire dock, including the merchants, foremen, and ship owners. To them, it might not mean much, but to us patrol police, it's a significant gift, and you can only receive it once in your life."

"Feng Uncle?" Is the gift that significant? It's just five to six pounds.

"Don't open the oil paper, wait until you get home. Put it in the patrol car for now; someone is watching it, so it won't be lost."

"Okay." Du Qian felt that it was quite different from what he had imagined.

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