Professional Rogue

Yang Logan ignored them, put the gun away, looked at Bei yinyao and said, "are you ok?"

Bei yinyao looked pale and obviously frightened. It took a long time for her to recover. "Thank you for saving me." Then he took out his business card from his bag and handed it to him. "This is my business card. If you need any help in the future, you can come to me."

As soon as Yang Luo received it, he heard a roar from behind: "who the fuck are you? Do you know that it's dangerous to shoot just now? What if you hurt the hostages? Can you bear the responsibility?"

Yang Luo's eyes flashed a cold light. He slowly turned around and said, "it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that the hostages are safe and the bandits have been killed. Do you have any meaning?"

"You, me, me, me," the fat man pointed at Yang Luo, unable to speak.

The commander in chief of the armed police came over to salute and said, "comrade, please take out your credentials." Yang Luo looked at the major in front of him, took out his ID card and handed it to the major.

The major didn't answer. "I want your officer's card."

Yang Luo suddenly laughed. The cold expression just now suddenly disappeared, which made people feel uncomfortable. The expression on that face really deserved beating.

"Comrade, I don't have an officer's card. I only have an ID card. Besides, do you think I look like a soldier? My profession is hooliganism."

Hearing Yang Luo's words, the fat man felt nervous for a while, held up his gun and said, "hands up."

Yang Luoyi held out his chest and shouted: "the police are great. Don't forget that I saved the hostages and was a hero who acted bravely for just cause." The fat man's mouth was angry. In the face of so many policemen and guns pointing at him, this boy was so arrogant and arrogant that he ran the train.

"You're a fucking hero. Look at your virtue. You're not even a hooligan. You're just a blind person." The fat man scolded.

Yang Luo scratched his hair, which looked like a chicken nest, and then looked at his clothes full of holes. "You mean I don't look like a hooligan?"

The fat man's face turned green. A police officer beside him said with a strong smile: "section chief! I think this boy has mental problems."

Yang Luo suddenly said seriously: "it seems that I have to change my image."

"Puchi!" Bei yinyao behind her couldn't help laughing, and her fright disappeared without a trace.

The major said gravely, "comrade, please hand in your gun."

Yang Luo turned his head and looked at him. "Why should I hand in my gun?"

"Damn it!" The fat man couldn't help but lift his hand and slap Yang Luo in the face.

"Pa!"

Yang Luo clasped the fat man's wrist and said playfully, "dead fat man! Don't fight with a professional rogue, or you will be retaliated." The fat man tried all his strength to break away, but Yang Luo's arm, which didn't look strong, seemed to be rooted and motionless.

A police officer next to him saw that his section chief was' hijacked 'and put a gun on Yang Luo's head. "Let go of our section chief quickly, or I will shoot."

Yang Luo is happy to release his hand. The fat man is fighting with Yang Luo. His feet are unstable and he retreats a few steps when he is caught off guard. "Plop" lies firmly on the ground.

"Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha," the crowd burst into laughter.

The fat man's face changed from blue to red. Staring at the eyes that could spit out fire, he got up and rushed to Yang Luo. When did he get angry like this and lose face like this? Especially now, there are thousands of people watching. This is a big loss of face.