Detective From the Future: Three hundred and thirty-one applause

Sha Haiming was very depressed, and was headshot by a rookie with a pistol.

No.

He is definitely not a rookie, how could a rookie have such good marksmanship.

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To the effect.

Sha Haiming has played live-action CS for so many years, and the number of headshots is very few.

This is the first time someone has been headshot with a pistol.

If this guy uses a rifle, he will definitely lose.

Of course, this was Sha Minghai's idea. He didn't know that Han Bin was playing real-life CS for the first time, and he didn't know how to use a rifle at all.

If Han Bin used a rifle, it would be him who got the headshot.

On the other side, Han Bin has been surrounded by people from the red team.

Before, when they saw Sha Minghai and Yao Xingyun beating Han Bin alone, everyone thought that Han Bin was defeated.

Sha Minghai and Yao Xingyun looked like old players, and both of them had very good marksmanship. As long as the two of them matched well, it would be easy to kill Han Bin.

Who knows that Han Bin came to an anti-killer. A shot hit Yao Xingyun in the chest and gave Sha Minghai a headshot. Although he himself was shot in the chest, he still exploded in comparison. The head hangs even more.

In actual combat, as long as you wear a body armor, you won’t get serious injuries when you hit the chest.

But as long as he gets a headshot, it is unlikely that he will survive wearing a bulletproof helmet.

"Brother Bin, it's too hungry, there was a headshot as the end." Zhao Ming said in surprise.

He knew that Han Bin was playing for the first time. He was originally thinking of being a rookie, but now it seems that he is the real foodie.

Chen made a thumb: "Brother Han, cow!"

"Brother Han, can the detectives touch their guns often?" Tian Ye said with some envy.

"What's this, let me tell you, Brother Bin not only often shot the gun, but also shot and rescued people in times of crisis. He said that he kicked his legs and never hit the chest. He hit the suspect with just one shot. Thighs." Zhao Ming said vividly.

"It turned out to be a comrade criminal policeman. No wonder he shot so accurately." Sha Minghai also walked over with a few people from the blue team.

"General Sha's marksmanship is not worse than mine." Han Bin pointed to his chest.

"That is, President Sha used to be a scout before, and that marksmanship is called a bull." A subordinate flattered.

"No wonder Sha always wanted to encircle us as enemy troops." Han Bin joked.

"I was not the same as being persuaded to surrender as a suspect." Sha Minghai smiled.

"The Han police officer's marksmanship is indeed very accurate, we have the opportunity to discuss and discuss." Yao Xingyun was a little dissatisfied.

"Beauty, her marksmanship is also very powerful, come to play often, why haven't I seen it before." Zhao Ming asked.

Yao Xingyun smiled and did not answer.

"Dear police officers, it is also fate to be able to play together. I will be a host at noon today, and everyone will have a meal together and exchange experiences. How about the excitement?" Sha Haiming suggested.

"President Sha, I appreciate your kindness, but next time, I have something to do this afternoon." Han Bin declined politely.

Seeing that Han Bin declined, Zhao Ming would naturally not go, nor did the other police officers.

If they are not introduced by acquaintances or know the basics, police officers are not willing to eat with people casually.

One thing is better than one thing less.

……

A road is being built near the live-action CS site, and driving has to make a big turn.

Han Bin and Zhao Ming simply took the subway, which is much faster.

Han Bin and Zhao Ming are the first station on the subway. There are a lot of empty seats. In order to avoid dirty work, they also specially spread two newspapers on the seats.

As the subway goes to the city, more and more people are on the subway.

Zhao Ming gave up her seat to an old lady in her sixties. Although she was very tired, she couldn't help but give up her seat when she saw that she was getting older.

At this moment, a young girl came up in the carriage. She was average-looking, but she had a very good figure. She was also wearing a pair of skinny jeans, which was very eye-catching.

As a bachelor, Zhao Ming would definitely have to look at it a few more times, which is great.

The next stop is the transfer station. There are more people getting off and on the subway, which is very crowded.

A crowd of people squeezed the jeans girl to Zhao Ming's side. The jeans girl looked at Zhao Ming and frowned. It seemed that he was dirty, and she leaned a little further away.

Zhao Ming showed a wry smile.

Watching the girl move to a white foreigner.

The foreigner is handsome, with yellow hair, high nose, and deep facial features. The most important thing is that he is tall, more than half his head taller than Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming sighed secretly, well, we really can't compare.

The yellow-haired foreigner glanced at the girl in jeans, and seemed to think that the girl was in good shape, so he leaned against the girl, and the right side was pressed against the back of the girl in jeans.

The girl in jeans seemed to have noticed something. She turned her head and glanced. When she saw that it was a yellow-haired foreigner, she just leaned to the side and didn't say anything.

When Zhao Ming saw this scene, he sighed. The girls didn't care about it. What can he say?

I don't know if it is crowded, inertial, or habitual, the yellow-haired foreigner leaned against the jeans girl again, and his right hand was holding the jeans girl's waist, and he touched it down.

One of the two is a foreigner, and the other is a good-looking girl. They are more attractive to the people around them. Coupled with the actions of the two, many people have seen it.

Many men feel a little uneasy. A good cabbage is about to be picked up by a foreign pig. The most annoying thing is that cabbage may still be happy.

The girl in jeans seemed to feel something, she pushed away the hand of the yellow-haired foreigner, and broke out: "Let go of me, play a hooligan."

The yellow-haired foreigner spread his hands and said in English: "What are you talking about, I don't understand Chinese."

When Zhao Ming saw that the jeans girl was unwilling, he immediately came to his mind, rushed over and pointed to the foreigner: "Why do you want to insult this lady?"

"What, what is the little guy talking about?" The yellow-haired foreigner shrugged, still speaking English.

"I am a policeman, I saw this lady assassinating just now." Zhao Mingyi said righteously.

Yes, I saw it too. Shouted a male passenger.

"I have recorded it just now. There is a video here. The foreigner is unruly and is arrogant to this girl." Another passenger said.

The yellow-haired foreigner shook his head and laughed: "This is just a joke, it's normal in our country."

Zhao Ming can also speak some English, although it is not standard, but the meaning can still be expressed: "I am a Chinese policeman, I want to take it to the police station."

"I am a native of the U.S., our country's laws can't control me." The yellow-haired foreigner curled his lips.

"I sue, if the law is violated on this land boundary, I can manage it." Zhao Ming scolded.

"No." The yellow-haired foreigner pointed at Zhao Ming and shook his fingers.

"Stop talking nonsense, follow me to the police station." Zhao Ming grabbed the foreigner's arm and prepared to subdue the foreigner.

"fuckyou!" The foreigner cursed, opening Zhao Ming's hand with his left hand, and violently pushing Zhao Ming's chest with his right hand.

The foreigner is a tall horse, and he should be able to survive, so he directly pushed Zhao Ming to it. Fortunately, the subway station was crowded, so he didn't fall.

This is so, and it also affects many passengers.

Several passengers were a little uncomfortable, and they all talked: "This foreigner is too bullying. He has assaulted other girls and dared to hit the police."

"Yeah, when you come to our country, you should abide by our country's laws. It's nothing to be a rogue."

"This foreigner is tall and strong. I guess this little policeman will suffer."

"Yes, look at this foreigner, he also put on a boxing posture, like a practicing family."

These passengers express their support, but let them fight with foreigners, but they have no idea.

"I know the police in China, I'm not afraid of you!" The yellow-haired foreigner rubbed his nose.

Han Bin walked over. This foreigner is indeed very strong, a bit taller than Han Bin.

Han Bin kicked him in the bend of his hind leg, and the foreigner knelt directly on the ground as he softened his leg.

While the foreigner hadn't reacted yet, Han Bin grabbed his arm with one hand, and pressed his head with the other, and hit the ground directly.

"Bang!" The yellow-haired foreigner was a little dizzy when he was touched.

Han Bin pressed him to the ground, rode on him, and handcuffed him directly.

"Why hit me?" The yellow-haired foreigner shouted in Chinese while struggling.

"Only by attacking the police and flying gifts." Han Bin solemnly said: "No matter what country you are, as long as you break the law on Qindao, you will be punished by the law."

"Also a policeman?" The yellow-haired foreigner still speaks Chinese~IndoMTL.com~ Heh, this foreigner speaks Chinese better than me. "A passenger whispered.

Han Bin showed the police officer ID: "This is my police officer ID, look good!"

Seeing Han Bin subduing the foreigner, the surrounding crowd shouted with applause:

"Good job!"

"This police elder brother is so powerful, he overpowered the foreigner in one fell swoop!"

"Damn, look at the police officer's ID card, the eldest brother is still a criminal policeman, no wonder he is so fierce."

"This eldest brother is a bit dirty, he didn't just come back from a mission, right?"

An old man seemed very excited: "Everyone applaud and give a thumbs up to the two police comrades!"

Suddenly, there was a round of applause in the carriage, which lasted for a long time...