Chapter 1296 This Fucking Fake Gun!

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Jiang Siming wanted to be straightforward, so he called the general manager of the Lakers and asked them to send an American lawyer to drive these people away.

But at this moment, the task launcher in his head rang.

[Random task: Let these American policemen severely humiliate them in front of the people of the world!

[Task Reward: Reward a piece of random boutique new color fragment!

[Mission failed: one random boutique fragment will be deducted!

Another new color shard?

The new color shards of the Three Kingdoms haven't been obtained yet, and there will be a new one, and he has to get this one!

Seeing this task, Jiang Siming decisively dismissed the idea of ​​calling a lawyer directly, and began to think about how to complete this task.

More than a dozen American policemen rushed into Jiang Siming's luxurious villa as if they were in a robber's den.

They began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, searching everywhere for their so-called evidence.

Everywhere was dirty and messed up by them, and several vases were even "accidentally" broken to the ground by them.

Jiang Siming was indifferent to this, and even sat in the living room with his legs crossed and watched TV.

These policemen thought that Jiang Siming was afraid and became more unscrupulous, and even started to search the second floor.

They thought that Jiang Siming was too scared to move, but they didn't know that there was an invisible camera following them all the time, perfectly capturing their violent search of other people's houses.

"Sir, a room upstairs is locked, please open it." The police officer went downstairs and said to Jiang Siming, still speaking in an orderly tone.

"This is my private bedroom, I don't want others to go in." Jiang Siming said.

"We have a search warrant, your private bedroom, we have the right to enter."

"What if I say no?" Jiang Siming looked at him coldly.

The white-faced police officer sneered and said, "Then you just don't cooperate. Do you know what will happen if you don't cooperate with the police in the United States?"

"What's the end? I really want to know." Jiang Siming sneered.

The white-faced policeman got angry, took out a pistol from his waist, and shouted: "Now I have the right to think that there are terrorists hidden in your room. You must open the door today to cooperate, otherwise we will take coercive measures!"

As soon as the white-faced policeman finished speaking, his eyes blurred, a shadow flashed past, and then the gun in his hand disappeared, and it was in Jiang Siming's hand.

Jiang Siming played with the pistol and said with a chuckle: "Your world police are not very capable, but your official authority is not small."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Siming pointed his gun at him, and looked at him playfully.

The white-faced policeman was shocked, his face pale with fright, and said: "I warn you, sir, you are attacking the police and snatching the police pistols. This is a serious crime for you!"

At this time, the other policemen also came down, and they all drew their guns and pointed at Jiang Siming.

When the white-faced policeman saw that the support had arrived, he was no longer afraid, and instead put on a smug smile.

"I will warn you one last time. Put down your weapons and surrender, and follow us back to the police station. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen to you."

Jiang Siming smiled brighter when he saw the group of people holding guns.

A black shadow flashed in front of everyone's eyes again, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and then Jiang Siming did not know when he had arrived in front of the white-faced police officer, and the pistol was pointing to his chin!

Everyone panicked. They didn't know when Jiang Siming came to them and took their captain hostage.

"You said my gun was faster, or your subordinates beat me to death first to save you, do you want to? Take a gamble?"

After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he counted directly: "I count to three, let's try to shoot at the same time, three!"

"NONONOx16 times!" The white-faced police officer was terrified, he was really terrified.

He didn't have the confidence to bet on this game.

But Jiang Siming turned a deaf ear and shouted again: "Two!"

"No, sir, listen to me, listen to me, we are too rude, we shouldn't treat you like this, I apologize to you, I apologize."

The pride and arrogance of the white-faced policeman disappeared without a trace, and there was only fear and awe on his face.

Jiang Siming shook his head tut-tsk: "How can you be the world's policeman with your guts?"

The white-faced policeman blushed and turned blue, but he didn't dare to refute.

Not only did Jiang Siming not let him go, but he did not know when he had another gun in his hand, and it was not a police gun.

It's a Desert Eagle!

"Do you think that only you have guns? Do you think my gun is enough to smash your head?" Jiang Siming put the Desert Eagle between the eyebrows of the white-faced policeman.

At this time, everyone was shocked, how could Jiang Siming have the Desert Eagle!

You know, although Murray insists that guns are legal, most of the guns are long guns, like shotguns and rifles.

Very few have pistols, and the review of pistols is very cumbersome and complicated.

And let alone the Desert Eagle, because it is too lethal to be sold to the market.

So after Jiang Siming took out the Desert Eagle, they subconsciously thought that Jiang Siming was a terrorist!

Otherwise, how could he have the Desert Eagle!

But now that they know that they can't move anymore, Jiang Siming has held their heads hostage, maybe there are still a lot of terrorists hiding in the house.

Otherwise, how could Jiang Siming be so calm.

Thinking of this, everyone began to be suspicious, constantly

Scan around and behind, for fear that dozens of terrorists will suddenly appear behind them with weapons pointed at them.

"Sir, sir, I want to tell you that you are really committing a crime now, don't worry, as long as you put down your gun, I promise not to arrest you." The white-faced policeman was so frightened that his legs went limp.

Most of the police in the United States can just scare ordinary people. If they really encounter hard problems, it's no wonder they don't give in.

"I'm already like this, why don't you arrest me?" Jiang Siming asked with a sneer.

The white-faced policeman put on a smile and said, "As long as we don't tell, no one will arrest you."

"That's it, that's fine." After Jiang Siming heard this, he cooperatively threw the police gun back to them and put away the Desert Eagle.

Seeing Jiang Siming put down his pistol, the white-faced policeman had an impulse. He wanted to call for his men to shoot Jiang Siming to death.

But he also began to have this suspicion, fearing that there were other terrorists in the room, so he could only dismiss this idea temporarily.

Go out first, call the headquarters after you go out, and ask them to send large troops over!

Thinking of this, the white-faced policeman called to close the team, and then led people to leave.

But Jiang Siming's hands 'shaked' at this moment, and the Desert Eagle in his hand fell down and hit the ground.

Click!

When the Desert Eagle fell to the ground, it smashed to pieces in an instant, with the butt and barrel of the gun scattered all over the ground.

All the police were stunned, no matter how stupid they were, they would understand that this is a fucking fake gun! Toy guns!

The white-faced policeman was furious, and Jiang Siming yelled with a half-smile: "Oh, it's all here, it's too late."

The white-faced policeman was even more convinced that they were tricked by Jiang Siming. This guy was not a terrorist at all, and there was no one else in the room.

He teased them from start to finish!

The white-faced policeman is so hot!

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