This Is What a Peace Officer Should Look Like!

"Relying on a shred of talent to act recklessly."

"The problems of the Old District have existed for a hundred years."

"Among so many past administrations, which one didn't want to develop the Old District?"

As the former industrial heart and economic center of Taiyu City.

The Old District possesses an extremely superior geographical advantage.

Ambitious bureaucrats all want to tear down the Old District and rebuild it.

If they succeed, it would inevitably be a monumental political achievement.

However.

A hundred years have passed.

Those projects that were launched all ended up fizzling out.

The reason for this.

Is simply because the waters in the Old District are too deep, and there are some things that cannot be touched lightly.

Zhao Qinglin looked utterly miserable.

So what if Mayor Qian has determination?

If the people below don't cooperate, Mayor Qian can't exactly roll up his sleeves and do it himself, can he?

In Zhao Qinglin's view.

As long as this development project is dragged out, Taiyu City will return to its former state.

Who would have thought.

A hotheaded youth would crash straight into it.

The unwritten consensus has been broken.

Everyone is now forced to be pushed along by the "tide."

And he himself is the unluckiest of all, being exiled to the Old District.

"Do they really think that just because we wear the skin of the Security Bureau, those people wouldn't dare to kill us?"

Once their interests are touched, a Peace Officer can die just the same!

With a dark face, Zhao Qinglin drove to the crime scene.

Ten minutes ago, someone reported a case.

A large number of gang members had gathered in the South District.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"I am Peace Officer Zhao Qinglin!"

"I am now ordering you all to disperse immediately!"

Through the vehicle's loudspeaker, Zhao Qinglin shouted loudly.

At this moment.

Two men trotted over to the police car.

"Officer Zhao, why are you here?"

One of them took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhao Qinglin, then obsequiously pulled out a lighter to light it for him.

Hoo!

Exhaling a cloud of smoke into the face of this gang leader, Zhao Qinglin said coldly:

"Are you not going to tell your people to get lost yet?"

"Causing me trouble in broad daylight—do you want to go sit in the Security Bureau?"

The gang leader who offered the cigarette immediately looked aggrieved and said:

"Officer Zhao."

"It's not that I'm causing you trouble."

"It's this bastard who isn't following the rules and is pulling petty tricks."

The other man was instantly enraged, pointing at him and cursing:

"Bullshit!"

"It was clearly you who started it first!"

Listening to their bickering, Zhao Qinglin only felt annoyed and threw the cigarette on the ground:

"I'll give you three minutes."

"If you don't disperse by then."

"I'm taking all of you back to the Public Security Bureau!"

He pointed at the two of them, warning them sternly:

"Whatever you do at night, I can pretend I don't see it."

"But don't you dare cause trouble for me during the day!"

"Do you hear me?"

Just then.

BOOM!

Suddenly!

A thunderous roar erupted from not far away!

A figure carved an arc through the air, smashing into a large group of gathered gang thugs.

"You dare lay a hand on us?"

"You bastard, you're spouting nonsense!"

Watching the two gang leaders about to brawl, Zhao Qinglin's face turned as dark as a pot. He pushed open the car door and strode toward the chaotic crowd.

Suddenly.

"This is no longer your jurisdiction!"

"You have no authority to enforce the law here!"

A hoarse shout rang out.

Zhao Qinglin looked at the figure, whose combat suit was soaked in blood and who was swaying as he stood up, and a surge of disbelief welled up from the depths of his eyes!

At the same time.

Those gang thugs, as well as the onlookers watching from afar, all turned to look toward the street corner.

From the dim alleyway.

A tall figure clad in a Peace Officer uniform walked out with calm, unhurried steps.

Seeing this scene.

Zhao Qinglin's pupils dilated sharply!

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his scalp tingling with dread!

He naturally knew just how terrifying the deep waters of the Old District truly were.

On the day he took office in the Old District, someone had come to greet him.

Zhao Qinglin didn't want trouble, so he was naturally willing to cooperate.

However.

"Qin!"

"Qin Annian!"

"You!"

His voice trembled, and he wished he could flee this place immediately!

They were merely small-time Peace Officers; there was no need to be cannon fodder for others.

Bowing one's head was just bowing one's head.

There was nothing shameful about it.

Watching Qin Annian approach, the mysterious man's face twisted.

"You lunatic!"

"You are going to die!"

He had fired that shot.

It was a probe, a warning, a threat.

But he had never imagined that this shot would become his own death warrant!

Qin Annian pulled out a pair of electronic handcuffs, his voice indifferent:

"Illegal possession of a firearm, murder, illegal modification, resisting arrest, and now, threatening a public official."

"You'll likely be rotting in prison for the rest of your life."

The mysterious man's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar.

"Don't you dare!"

"Judge me!"

BOOM!

The Blood Qi Furnace began to operate at an overload.

That terrifying aura made everyone present feel their legs go weak!

Zhao Qinglin was trembling so hard that his hands were clutching the law enforcement recorder on his shoulder, which hadn't even been turned on.

Qin Annian raised his hand and made a fist.

The movement was decisive and concise.

He dodged the mysterious man with the grace of an antelope hanging its horns, then launched his fist out like a cannonball.

Xingyi Cannon Fist.

A rudimentary martial art that one could learn upon joining the Security Bureau.

However.

In the hands of Qin Annian.

The power of this punch far exceeded its intended scope.

Puff!

The mask was stained red with blood.

The mysterious man hung suspended on Qin Annian's fist.

Qin Annian's brows furrowed suddenly.

The life force within the mysterious man was extinguished like a candle in the wind.

"I..."

"I will be waiting for you at the gates of hell!"

Struggling to finish this sentence, the mysterious man's neck went limp, and his life force vanished completely.

"Is it because of the mechanical implants in his body?"

"They squeezed every bit of his vitality dry."

These opponents were truly troublesome.

"Qin! Qin Annian!"

Recovering from his shock, Zhao Qinglin said in a trembling, terrified voice:

"Are you insane?"

"How could you dare to kill him?"

Zhao Qinglin knew full well that these people would do anything, no matter how brutal, to protect their interests in the Old District.

Whether the Security Bureau and the City Government would be willing to go to war with those people for the sake of an ordinary Peace Officer remained an unknown.

Qin Annian, who was searching the mysterious man's corpse for clues and had picked up the Scorpion Sniper Rifle, looked at Zhao Qinglin with some confusion:

"Who are you?"

Zhao Qinglin opened his mouth wide, but only a "he-he" sound could escape his throat.

With Qin Annian's martial cultivation.

How could he possibly have failed to see the badge on his chest?

Ignoring Zhao Qinglin, whose face was turning shades of red and blue.

Qin Annian's gaze fell upon the stunned gang members.

"Do you need me to provide backup?"

"Should I escort them all back to the Public Security Bureau?"

Boom!

This sentence sounded like a thunderclap to the ears of those gang members!

Although they were street thugs.

When had they ever seen anyone dare to parade around with something like a sniper rifle?

Right now.

A mysterious man—who wore elite combat gear, carried a Scorpion Sniper Rifle, possessed combat power that made their legs turn to jelly, and had an extraordinary background—had been beaten to death by this young Peace Officer!

In an instant.

Chaos erupted.

These gang members, who had been ready for a big fight, scrambled to flee in every direction.

They wished they had an extra pair of legs to get as far away from this god of death, Qin Annian, as possible!

Whoosh!

Cheers and applause erupted from the building next door, continuing for a long time.

But to Zhao Qinglin.

This applause sounded like slaps to his face!

Qin Annian hoisted the mysterious man's corpse and looked at Zhao Qinglin with a calm gaze:

"This is what a Peace Officer should look like."