New Police Chief.

A hint of greed flashed through the white man's pupils. The desire for power made the greed in his heart swallow the remaining reason and the awe of the law like a monster.

It was precisely because he knew how powerful the young leader was that he took the risk of cooperating with these people, told them about the distribution map of the police station and the situation of the police car, which allowed them to successfully rob seventeen banks, and risked the risk of copying a bank video and sending it here.

He had to admit that he was indeed moved.

"Let me think about it."

"Can."

A smile appeared on the corner of the young leader's mouth, but a hint of disdain appeared in the depths of his pupils.

A sad person who has been devoured by greed... is destined to have no good ending.

However, only such people are suitable for negotiating with themselves, and they can also get more and more benefits from these greedy people.

"I did it."

After a while, the white man raised his head, stood up and shook his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "But you have to grasp the position of pushing the police chief."

"Of course, the cooperation is pleasant." The young leader stood up and hugged the white man.

The young leader personally sent the white man away, returned to the hall, and asked, "Hell is not back yet?"

"Yes." said a woman playing with a knife, a folding knife flew up and down in her hand, and the shadow of the knife flickered, like a blooming sword flower.

"Call him and ask when he will be back."

Immediately someone called Hull in the mouth of the young leader. The two of them said a few brief words and hung up the phone. The man who was calling said gloomy: "Chief, Hull has been targeted by the local gangsters and is now being hunted down."

"Chasing?" someone couldn't help but yelled.

The robbers in the hall looked ugly one by one, many of them twitched, and the cold murderous aura spread a little, and the air in the hall dropped several degrees instantly.

The young leader was also a little surprised. He hugged his hands in front of his chest and squinted his eyes and said, "The local gangster, I remember the leader seems to be the godfather of the mafia, Scarlett."

"Yes, he was made into a bloodthirsty lion." said the woman playing with the knife.

"The local gangsters are very good. Hull was targeted so quickly. For our next plan, we had to sacrifice them." The young leader said softly, and his cold murderous aura bloomed. "What time is it now, Elena."

"Local time, 11:30 pm." The sword-playing girl replied.

"Call Hull and ask him to find a way to hide for an hour and a half. At three o'clock in the afternoon, we started to bleed the bloodthirsty lion and let him know what the cross-river Raptor is."

"Yes!" All the robbers answered in unison, showing bloodthirsty and tyrannical expressions.

...

Local time, at 150 pm.

Global Times News Agency.

Yan Xiaobei sat on a chair with his eyes closed and silently climbed to the rooftop. As for Octavier, who was called to his office by the editor half an hour ago, seemed to be giving up some tasks.

"What?" Octavell screamed in disbelief in the editor-in-chief's office, "Let me interview the local gangster boss, no, I refuse this task."

She yelled with anger on her face, her chest was undulating, and her fists were clenched with both hands, as if expressing her firmness.

"I absolutely cannot perform this ridiculous task." She confirmed with a strong tone, "Don't even think about it."

Editor-in-chief Feng Qingyun said calmly: "You are the daughter of the knight, believe me, even the lion dares not attack you. You are the most suitable candidate for interviewing him, Oveer."

"No, I refuse."

"Please, just help me once, Oweier."

"I still refuse."

"People need to see the truth. You said this sentence. Seventeen banks were successfully robbed, and how big the property they lost was tens of billions. These are the hard-earned money of the people of Birmingham. All their hard-earned wages were stolen. Do you have no sense of justice?"

If Yan Xiaobei heard this, he would definitely laugh.

Demons and other things dare to speak out loud, saying that they are just so funny.

But Octavir hesitated and couldn't help but recall what she said to the editor when she joined the newspaper.

"I want to tell the people the truth, so I'm here."

The editor-in-chief persuaded calmly: "Scarlett is the godfather of this city. Even if the robbery in the seventeen banks has nothing to do with him, with his connections and strength, you may be able to find out who did it. Go and interview him, take out words from his mouth, and ask who did it."

“OK.”

"Also, if you complete this interview, I can apply to the headquarters and hand over the task of interviewing superheroes to you." The editor-in-chief decided to give you a candied date.

"real."

When Octavell heard this, he suddenly became excited as if he had chicken blood injected with chicken blood. His eyes shone. Even the editor-in-chief of the Demon felt that her pupils were too bright, and he couldn't help but not open his eyes and dared not look at her.

"Really, is this true?" she couldn't help asking.

"It's true," said the editor.

"I understand, Octavier Irving, I promise you that I will complete this interview task successfully." With the assurance of the editor, Octavier has put aside all the previous unhappiness, and his reluctance in his heart has disappeared, and his whole body is full of motivation, just like a robot that has just left the factory is going to do something big.

She couldn't wait to rush out of the editor-in-chief's office like a gust of wind, grabbed Yan Xiaobei, and ran towards the gate.

"There is a new interview task, let's go now!!"

Yan Xiaobei was interrupted to climb the rooftop, and withdrew from his mind. Octavell pulled his arm and ran forward involuntarily, asking, "Where are we going?"

"Ask the godfather of this city."

"**Godfather, Betty's father?" Yan Xiaobei asked in surprise.

"certainly."

"Why?" Yan Xiaobei felt very strange, "You seem to hate Betty very much, and you also hate Betty's father."

"Yes, I hate these magnanimous elements, super villains, super criminals, but this is work, public is public, private is private, and I have always been clear about public and private things."

It's really a pity that you dare to say such words.

Because of the car accident in the morning, Octavier's car was still repairing in the repair shop, so the two decided to take a taxi on the side of the road.

"Get out."

When the taxi was parked in front of the two people, a panicked man suddenly appeared behind him. He squeezed out Octaveer and came to open the car door to try to grab the car. Yan Xiaobei was quick-eyed and grabbed the man's hand and dragged him back.

Although he burned his vitality, opened up the divine palace, nourished his spiritual consciousness, and the power of his body was terrible, he still had a few hundred kilograms of power, and he suddenly exerted his strength. Although he couldn't kick the car, he could capture a merely ordinary human being without any effort.

"What do you want to dare?" Yan Xiaobei held his arm tightly and used too much force. The panicked man's arm moaned in a crackling and roared in pain.

"Let me go, you bastard." The man was aroused of fierceness, his neck was tilted back, and his head smashed towards Yi Yan Xiaobei's nose at an extremely fast speed. Yan Xiaobei used the head hammer without showing any weakness.

bump!

The two people's foreheads collided hard together, and Yan Xiaobei was safe and soundless, but the man was staggered, his eyes were filled with stars, and his head was shaking. When Yan Xiaobei let go, the other party fell to the ground with a plop.

Octaver walked over carefully and asked, "Is he okay?"

"It's okay." Yan Xiaobei said, "It's just a concussion, get in the car." Without saying a word, he pushed Octavier into the taxi. Octavier sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the man who fell to the ground through the glass behind the car.

"He seems to be hiding from someone."

"Don't care about our business." Yan Xiaobei got on the bus and asked, "Where are we going."

Octavir said an address, and the driver quickly drove the car. The taxi rushed out like an arrow, and threw the man who was falling from the ground far behind.

Until he could no longer see him, Octaveer retracted his gaze and stared at Yan Xiaobei curiously.

“See what I do?”

"You were very awesome just now," she gestured, "That header is so powerful, like one."

"When you go out, you must have a little bit of self-protection." Yan Xiaobei said lightly.

"Is that Kung Fu?"

"That's right."

"What does it mean?"

"You know Shaolin Temple." Yan Xiaobei felt that this would continue endlessly, so he made up a reason casually, "What I just used was the iron-headed ritual of Shaolin Temple. When I went out and had disputes with people, I was easily attacked by people. The head was one of the most fragile parts of the human body. If you learn iron-headed ritual, at least you can withstand it when you are knocked on a black stick."

"Awesome." Octavell said with a thumbs up.

After a pause, she asked again: "Besides the iron-headed martial arts in Shaolin Temple, what else do you have to do?"

"Nine Yang Divine Power, Great Movement of the Universe, Six-Meridian Divine Sword..."

Octaver said unhappily: "Are you playing tricks on me? Zhuang, don't think I have never read martial arts novels."

Yan Xiaobei was surprised, "You have actually read martial arts novels."

Foreigners don’t even admit things like meridians. Some people even read martial arts novels, especially a woman who receives aristocratic education. It’s really incredible.

"I don't want to say it's there." Octavell became more and more unhappy.
Chapter completed!