Longing for Progress?
At the very moment Xiao Wang's attention was drawn to the doorway, the middle-aged man seized his chance and shoved the woman in his arms toward him. He followed close behind and smoothly snatched the gun.
The woman collided with Xiao Wang. Yelping wildly, she clawed and kicked at him, pinning him to the floor just as he tried to get back on his feet.
The middle-aged man glanced at the police pistol he'd gotten his hands on and let out a few smug chuckles.
This rookie cop hadn't even switched off the safety. He really didn't have much experience.
He flicked off the safety and aimed at Xiao Wang, who was still entangled with the woman.
"Heh heh, little cop. If you want to live, cuff yourself."
"Ah! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm still young! Don't do anything crazy!"
Officer Xiao Wang seemed stunned. He shoved away the mistress of Room 403, who was panicking and clinging to him for dear life, then slowly got up. He reached toward his waist as if obediently going to take out his handcuffs.
But in the next second, he raised his hand.
The middle-aged man, two steps away, suddenly stiffened. For no apparent reason, he started shuddering violently, eyes rolling back as he stood rigid and trembled uncontrollably.
"Got you, didn't I?"
Xiao Wang waggled the Taser gun in his hand and smugly walked over, patting the middle-aged man on the shoulder.
The man dropped at the touch, but Xiao Wang himself also shuddered a few times, completely caught off guard. He said ruefully, "Damn, breakdancing sure is something! So what if he took my gun? It didn't have any bullets!"
He drew out the last word, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction.
If he'd had a little tail,