Chapter 134 What Are You Looking At?

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Yanfeng asked as he drove.

"The prison."

"What, do you like it there and want to go in? My job is to send people who should be there."

"Oh, what a coincidence, that's my job too."

Zhang Yanfeng was stunned, but he didn't continue to ask. Honestly, every time he was with Zhou Ze, he felt his values were taking a beating.

Zhang Yanfeng stopped the car at the entrance of the town ahead.

"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes, what do you want to drink? It's scorching hot."

"Whatever."

Zhang Yanfeng went to buy water. There was a small supermarket ahead, and next to the supermarket was a lottery shop. Originally, there were several people standing at the entrance, arguing about something, but when they saw a police car drive over and stop there, and the uniformed policeman walked towards them, the people who were arguing immediately scattered and ran!

"Stop, stop!!!"

As an old criminal policeman, if Zhang Yanfeng couldn't see through the trick, he might as well just bash his head against a tofu block and die.

So, Old Zhang, who had originally wanted to buy cigarettes and drinks, had to start a marathon chase after the people in front of him.

Zhou Ze saw this scene, and he got out of the car, but he didn't choose to help Old Zhang chase people. Instead, he took out the last cigarette from the cigarette case in his pocket and lit it.

Just as he exhaled a smoke ring, a young man who had been chased away by Old Zhang ran back around.

It seemed the others had run in different directions. Old Zhang couldn't split himself into multiple people, so he could only choose one to chase after; after all, he didn't have shadow clone powers.

The young man had specifically run back to look at the electric scooter. He jumped straight onto the scooter, inserted the key to unlock it, and started it up, all in one smooth motion.

Zhou Ze smiled.

Although he was too lazy to bother and wasn't interested in helping Old Zhang play a running race, now that someone had taken the initiative to jump in front of him, it wouldn't be right for him to let them leave.

So, Zhou Ze walked over and, taking advantage of the fact that the young man hadn't started moving yet, slapped him directly in the face.

These days, people should really wear helmets when riding electric scooters, but not many people actually do. This guy naturally wasn't wearing one, so Boss Zhou's slap landed squarely.

The young man happened to be twisting the throttle to accelerate, and suddenly being slapped like that made him dizzy. The scooter moved forward, but the man stopped, falling straight off the vehicle. The scooter crashed a few meters ahead.

"Police, don't move."

Zhou Ze, with a cigarette in his mouth, reprimanded.

The young man squatted on the ground, his eyes constantly scanning Zhou Ze.

"Heh, you're not a cop."

Before Zhou Ze could ask why he was so good at reading people, the young man pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and charged at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze subconsciously took a step back.

This time, Boss Zhou guaranteed, he didn't forget that he had armor!!!

He really didn't forget!

But there were a lot of shops at the entrance of the town, and many onlookers were watching this scene of police catching people. Some were even filming videos with their phones, planning to post them on their WeChat Moments to show off.

If Boss Zhou summoned his armor at this time, he could certainly become invulnerable and directly subdue this idiot.

But he would also become famous along with it.

When these videos and the onlookers spread this scene, it would probably shock a lot of people:

Oh my god, the Armor Warrior is real!

As Zhou Ze retreated, the young man instantly stopped and prepared to go back and pick up the electric scooter to continue running. He didn't really want to stab anyone.

But as soon as the young man turned his head, he felt that the guy who had just been forced to retreat was actually running up again.

He didn't care about anything else at that moment. He simply turned around and slashed with the knife.

Actually, people who really know how to use a switchblade often use it for stabbing. It's not like one of those ancient broadswords. Slashing and chopping can only cause superficial wounds. A stab is truly terrifying.

When Zhou Ze was a doctor in his previous life, he handled an emergency case where the injured person was a middle school student who had gotten into an argument with another middle school student. As a result, the latter stabbed him with a switchblade. The wound was too deep, damaging his internal organs. Although they tried their best to rescue him, they still couldn't save him. The person who stabbed him was also dumbfounded and knelt on the ground with him at the hospital, begging the doctor to save him.

Of course, although such a slash wasn't likely to be fatal, Boss Zhou wasn't a masochist, and he didn't think that a few scars on his body would make him more imposing.

So, his right fingernails grew out a little, and he directly grabbed at the switchblade.

Performing an Armor Warrior transformation for the onlookers was impossible, but performing a bare-handed disarm was no problem.

There was a "creak" sound.

The switchblade was caught by Zhou Ze's fingernails, and then it actually twisted.

The young man was stunned.

There was no way around it.

Let alone the fact that he was indeed a reckless youth, how many desperadoes who had taken lives had experience fighting zombies?

Taking advantage of the other party's daze, Zhou Ze quickly closed in and stabbed his fingernails into the other party's wrist. The other party shuddered violently, foamed at the mouth, and fell directly to the ground, as if having an epileptic seizure.

Boss Zhou spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, sat on the other party, and called out to the middle-aged woman who was filming happily with her phone in the hardware store across the street:

"Excuse me, can you lend me a rope!"

The middle-aged woman immediately nodded and searched around in the store. She couldn't find a suitable rope, but she was decisive. She directly tore off the telephone wire in the store and handed it to Zhou Ze.

"Thank you."

Zhou Ze used the telephone wire to tie up the hands of the guy under him, then sat to the side.

On the other side, Zhang Yanfeng also came back, also pressing down on a middle-aged man, whose hands were cuffed as he was pushed forward.

"You're something else." Zhang Yanfeng looked at Zhou Ze in surprise, then took out his phone and called the bureau.

Although they hadn't interrogated him yet and didn't know what the other party had done, anyone who wasn't blind could see that it would be strange if someone who scattered and ran as soon as they saw the police was innocent.

After about ten minutes, the local police comrades also arrived, helping to arrest the two people who had been caught and sending them to the police station for detention.

Zhang Yanfeng patted the dust off his body, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying:

"Damn, I'm exhausted, he can really run."

"You did run pretty fast."

"Unfortunately, I still lost one."

Zhang Yanfeng gritted his teeth. He couldn't open fire in an unclear situation. If it was a proper pursuit of criminals, he could open fire to stop them from escaping, but Officer Zhang couldn't do such a thing based on mere suspicion.

"They would have just shot him in the States," Zhou Ze joked.

"That's why I personally always feel that it's not as safe in the States as it is here."

Zhang Yanfeng bought cigarettes from the small supermarket next door and took two bottles of water, tossing one to Zhou Ze.

Then, he answered a phone call. After hanging up, he nodded to Zhou Ze and said, "Colleagues from the bureau are here too. How about it, interested in listening in?"

"Is that appropriate?"

"Getting a police consultant status is simple. Back when my dad was a policeman, economic fraud cases had just become popular, and it made those old criminal policemen who only knew how to catch criminals dizzy to work on economic fraud cases. They slowly got the hang of it by finding consultants everywhere.

The police aren't omnipotent encyclopedia warriors. It's not that hard to understand finding a few helpers and consultants."

"What do you think they're doing?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Not sure, but running as soon as they see the police, I guess they might be dealing drugs."

At this time, Zhang Yanfeng seemed to remember something. He immediately rushed to the entrance of the lottery shop where several people had gathered earlier, and found that there was no one inside. Then he asked a neighbor,

"Where's the lottery seller?"

"Huang Mao, he ran away. He ran away when you guys were chasing people. His home is nearby."

The supermarket owner next door replied.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yanfeng directly smashed the ice cola in his hand on the ground and asked, "Where does he live?"

"Turn left ahead and the white two-story building with the red iron gate is his house."

Zhang Yanfeng ran over immediately, and Zhou Ze could only follow.

The iron gate was open. The two walked into the other party's house and found that the door to the room inside was also open. An old grandmother was sitting in the hall, leaning on a crutch, looking confused when she saw two strangers barging in.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a policeman. Is the Huang Mao who runs the lottery shop on the street... the young man with yellow hair... does he live here?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"He's my grandson..." The old grandmother hesitated, as if making a mental struggle, and then immediately said, "He just ran home, found a bag of things, and ran out again, saying he was going out to hide.

Police comrade, did my grandson do anything illegal? You have to help him. My grandson isn't a bad person. His parents are working out of town, and no one usually takes care of him. He dropped out of school early..."

As she spoke, the old grandmother dropped her crutch and knelt down, hugging Zhang Yanfeng's leg.

"Old lady... you... quickly get up... you..."

"What did he take?" Zhang Yanfeng helped the old lady up and asked.

"I don't know, he went to his room..." The old grandmother pointed to a room inside, "He took a bag of things and ran out."

Zhang Yanfeng immediately walked into that room and found some copper coins scattered on the ground.

Zhou Ze walked over, squatted down, picked up a copper coin, and then frowned, a disgusted look on his face. The copper coins were Qianlong Tongbao.

"Smuggling cultural relics?"

The investigation and interrogation over there hadn't yielded any results yet, so Zhang Yanfeng could only guess.

"No, it could be more accurate."

Zhou Ze pointed to the copper coins.

"They're probably grave robbers."

"How do you know?"

"Because they have a strong smell of corpses on them."

The other day, Old Xu was poisoned by corpse poison, and he was busy trying to find ways to help him detoxify. Back then, Old Xu had this smell on him, a foul odor that only appears long after someone dies.