Rebirth of the National Male God

Sihuang saw through the car window that the gangster was being held by the police, someone was checking the situation of the modified sports car, and several traffic policemen were talking with the policeman. pointed.

"Do you dare to be impulsive next time?" Qin Fan also noticed the situation over there.

Si Huang did not admit his mistake, "I paid attention to the surrounding situation when I shot, and no one should have seen it." With such heavy rain, everyone's attention has long been attracted by chaos, not to mention the direction of Qin Fan's driving is also deliberately concealed.

Under Qin Fan's gaze, Si Huang, who refused to admit his mistake, still explained, "He almost killed us just now."

Of course, there was another reason that she was in a bad mood at the time. Her spirit was tense and exhausted because she remembered the experience of death. When someone came here again, she would inevitably be triggered.

After this vent, her emotions were completely recovered, especially when she had a tacit understanding with Qin Fan.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have the heart to tease Qin Fan.

Qin Fan didn't really blame her, but he couldn't encourage her behavior, "I can't die, I'll bleed at most."

"If they really dare to make you bleed, I will dare to kill them." Si Huang showed a cold smile.

Qin Fan knew that she was a little pretentious, but she was still amused, and the warmth in her eyes easily made the previous lectures blank and powerless.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the window outside.

Si Huang and Qin Fan looked at each other, then turned to roll down the window.

When the middle-aged policeman saw Si Huang in the car, his expression was obviously stunned. He didn't expect such a young Asian boy sitting in the car.

Her silver hair was a little wet and docile, her fair face highlighted her delicate features, her eyes were clear and bright, and she was flickering with panic at the moment.

what! This is such a handsome boy! It should be the noble son of a rich family!

The middle-aged foreigner police officer thought to himself that his original suspicions had been reduced by more than half, and asked Si Huang in English, "Sorry for disturbing you, but can you please answer a few questions?"

"Yes, you said." Si Huang responded with a pure tone, and her literacy and courtesy can be seen from her attitude.

The middle-aged police officer was even more uncertain about his suspicions, "There was a car accident here just now, and the gangster has already been caught. It was all because of a hero who hit the gangster's tire. Some witnesses said that the bullet came from your side. appeared."

Si Huang's eyes widened in surprise, making her look younger and more innocent, "I saw it, it's really scary! If it wasn't for Arnold's good driving skills, I definitely wouldn't be able to accept your question here... Wait a minute, Do you mean to suspect that I am the hero?"

The middle-aged police officer was stared at by such a pair of astonished eyes. Looking at Si Huang's not thin but definitely not a strong figure, and a meticulous and perfect face, he was obviously a well-protected aristocratic young master. To speak out.

Sihuang raised his hands and swayed in front of him several times, "Why do you think so? If I have that ability... But after today's incident, I think I should really exercise."

The middle-aged police officer's eyes naturally fell on her hands, which were white hands with no calluses, not the hands of a person who practiced guns all year round.

"You don't have to be nervous, it's a good thing, that hero saved a lot of people." The police officer showed a kind smile, "Your hair and clothes are wet, is it raining?"

Sihuang said embarrassedly, "Oh, I just couldn't help opening the window to see what's going on outside."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone is curious, and it's safe now." The police officer turned his gaze to Qin Fan in the driver's seat, "Can you ask your driver to open the door and talk to me?"

This is a polite question, but no one can refuse.

Sihuang nodded.

When the police officer walked out of the window of the front seat, Si Huang secretly smiled at Qin Fan.

Qin Fan pursed his lips in amusement, and when he opened the door to face the middle-aged police officer, his expression became introverted and unremarkable, like a taciturn professional bodyguard and driver.

The middle-aged police officer first observed Qin Fan aside. This gentleman seemed to have some strength, but his hair and clothes were clean and there were no signs of getting wet, which means that he had never been out of the car. . However, to successfully shoot the gangster's modified sports car, the firearm must be out of the window.

Furthermore, he was in the wrong position in the driver's seat, and it was impossible to successfully shoot the gangster's car.

During the regular questioning of Qin Fan, he asked him for a driver's license, but Qin Fan's luggage was not on him at all, and Si Huang, who was behind, interjected in embarrassment: "I insisted that he take me out, this is mine. documents."

She took out her driver's license from her bag and handed it over.

When the police officer took it over, he had already automatically made up a lot of things in his mind, what a rich family messing around, or a private date or something.

"Allow me to inspect the inside of your car."

Sihuang frowned, looking unhappy.

Being asked to inspect the inside of a car as an 'innocent victim' does generate resentment.

The middle-aged police officer was ready to explain again, when he heard the young Asian boy whisper: "Although this is your right and it is also fair to do things, but I think I am innocent and should not be suspected. Treat people like people."

"This is……"

Si Huang interrupted the middle-aged police officer and raised his head: "I understand what you mean, what I want to say is that I can let you come in to check, but after the check, as a make up for my doubts, you can pretend you don't know anything. Is there a problem with the license to drive? Just treat it as my car, please!"

The middle-aged police officer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought it was very interesting to be asked by an Asian boy about the same age as his daughter, especially since the other party seemed to be really easy to make people feel good about.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that this did not seem to be a big problem, and was happy to make up for the Asian young master.

"All right."