Chapter 8

Tingting rushed in front of Yang Luo, raised his foot, and was about to kick. Yang Luo waved his hand, "Stop!"

To everyone's surprise, the fat man's raised foot really stopped in mid-air without kicking down.

When people looked at Yang Luo with confusion, they noticed that he was holding a small green book and waving it in front of the fat man, "You just doubted the origin of the gun, right? This is a gun permit."

The fat man slowly put his foot down, took the small book, and opened it. His face turned from red to white. His eyes were fixed on the words, 'Central Military Commission General Office.' Cold sweat started to appear on his forehead, and his breathing became a bit rapid.

What does this gun permit indicate? It indicates that the guy in front of him, who seems to have mental issues, has a significant background. The gun is not only legal, but he can shoot any suspicious target without legal responsibility. Even if it is later proven that the target he shot was innocent, it must be handled by the Central Military Commission's functional department, and no other authority has the right to interfere.

The fat man's hands began to tremble. Yang Luo smiled and held up the gun permit with two fingers, "Fat man! Can I go now?"

The fat man nodded woodenly. Yang Luo patted his shoulder with a smile, "Brother, see you later. I'll definitely come to visit when I have time."

The fat man sighed in relief as he watched Yang Luo leave. Just as he was about to relax, his eyes suddenly started twitching wildly because he saw the "crazy" guy coming back.

Yang Luo walked over and asked very seriously, "Fat man! Does my outfit really not look like a thug?" The fat man nodded.

Yang Luo frowned and said, "You're a cop, you must have caught a lot of thugs. Tell me, how should I dress to look like a thug?" The fat man was almost in tears; if this continued, he would surely be driven to mental breakdown by this "crazy" guy.

The fat man had a miserable look on his face and didn't know how to answer. Yang Luo waved his hand, "Forget it! I'll go back and figure it out myself." He then turned and walked away.

Bei Yinyao stood there, watching Yang Luo disappear into the crowd, feeling a bit lost, as if she had lost something very important, leaving her heart feeling empty.

This time, the fat man only relaxed when he saw Yang Luo completely disappear. A police officer said, "Chief! The document he showed you, isn't it fake?"

The fat man glared at him, "I've been a cop for so many years, do you think I can't tell the difference between real and fake?"

The police officer said innocently, "But I just can't believe that this crazy guy's gun is legal."

The fat man didn't respond and walked to the body, feeling even more shocked, "One shot, two lives."

A lieutenant colonel walked over, squatted down, and examined the deep bullet hole on the criminal's forehead, "It should be a steel-core bullet; otherwise, it wouldn't have such strong penetration. Especially in that situation, his precise judgment and speed in firing are very impressive."

The fat man took a deep breath, "I wonder what his identity is."

The lieutenant colonel thought for a moment and said, "No military ID but with a gun, and a gun permit issued by the Central Military Commission, there's only one possibility. This guy was once a soldier, and he has a very special identity. He must know a lot of secrets, and this gun is probably for his protection."

The fat man now truly regretted it, wishing he could slap himself. Why didn't he think more? If the guy dared to take out the gun in front of the police, it proved that the gun was legal.

After Yang Luo walked out, he kept wandering on the street, muttering to himself, "What should a thug wear? How should I dress to look like one?" Then he looked at his own clothes, "Could it be that my outfit really doesn't look like one?"

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