"Want a drink?" Jerry asked the beautiful reporter and cameraman with a smile.
"No, thank you. We still need to continue the interview." The reporter politely declined. Jerry could only stand to one side holding the drinks, abandoning his idea of squeezing into the interview to get himself on camera.
"Officer Jon, I heard that on your first official day yesterday, you ran into that robbery case. Were you scared at the time?" the reporter asked.
"No. I'd encountered worse things before," Jiang Hao answered calmly.
"What did you do before?"
"Military."
The reporter suddenly understood. "Oh, so that's how it is. No wonder you're in such great shape."
Just as the beautiful reporter spoke, the roar of a motorcycle approached from afar. At the same time, the dispatcher's voice came through the radio. "Calling all patrol units in the Ninth District. A motorcycle robbery has just occurred in the Ninth District. Two suspects are riding a black motorcycle and wearing black masks. They are fleeing toward the east district. All units, intercept."
Vroom, vroom, vroom!
A motorcycle shot out from the street like a madman. When the riders saw Jiang Hao and Jerry standing at the intersection, they sharply turned the handlebars in fright and fled down another street. The person on the back was still holding a woman's handbag.
"Jon, that's the robbers' motorcycle! Chase them!" Jerry shouted. He quickly swung onto his motorcycle and was about to start it in pursuit.
Seeing this, Jiang Hao didn't hesitate. He grabbed the canned drink Jerry had just set down and hurled it with tremendous force.
The can traced a beautiful arc through the air and smacked the motorcyclist on the head. With a bang, it burst open, spraying foam everywhere.
The rider suddenly swerved, and the motorcycle slammed toward