Chapter 41 He Yuan is angry and makes a big fuss in the police station

Before leaving, Jiang Xin whispered to his subordinates: Let that woman go out, I don’t want to see her again in the interrogation room after I come back.He thought a little, and the woman would never leave, but the interrogation would continue, so he told his men to do it. If a woman was a big man, he could also protect herself.

By the way, this group is all young, so how could they think so much? After the captain left, the policeman named Liu Rui, who was just going to beat He Yuan, was ready to move. He dared not do anything that violated the rules, and he dared not provoke a tough lord, but he couldn't deal with a woman. At least he could take advantage of the hands. Seeing that Mo Manyun's plump breasts had deformed under the squeeze of the man's arm, Liu Rui swallowed and spitted: Madam, please leave. It is a violation of the regulations for the family to contact the suspect.

Mo Manyun snuggled tightly beside her husband and glanced at him: Wherever my husband is, I am.It's like a young wife. According to her theory, she should be in the same heart with her husband and be consistent with the outside world. As for how to deal with He Yuan when she returns home, only the little woman knows it herself.

What you are waiting for is what you said!Liu Rui smiled lewdly in his heart, and walked towards Mo Manyun with a serious expression, but his eyes glanced at her devilish figure, hesitating to touch her part.

There was still five steps away... He thought about pulling the woman's hand first, then pulled her up, hugged her hot body and dragged her out.

There are still four steps away... If she struggles, she can still move her chest while she is in the way.

There are still three steps left... After going out, I can still push her up her buttocks.

Mo Manyun guessed Liu Rui's dirty thoughts, but she could never leave at this time. She just saw that this person was going to beat her husband. If she left, she didn't know what her husband would do. She pressed her breasts tightly towards He Yuan, and half of her buttocks had sat on his chair, hoping to protect all important parts of the woman. Anyway, it was her husband, she was a bargain.

There are still two steps away... Hehe, I can't help if you stick to him? It depends on which of us is more powerful. The more you struggle, the more chance you will have.

One step away...

Dong

Three steps away...

Five steps away...

There are still eight steps away...

The picture was running rapidly, and Liu Rui's attention was on the woman. When only one step was left, he felt that his body was out of control and rose from the ground. The woman's pretty face became farther and farther away. The surrounding scenery moved forward at high speed. With a thud, a heart-wrenching pain came from the back of Liu Rui's head. The next moment, he fainted...

Ah, He Yuan, you... Mo Manyun exclaimed and glared at him urgently: What are you doing? This is an attack on the police. There is no evidence, and you can't get rid of it. Oh, you, you, you are too impulsive!There is a monitor in the interrogation room, and the screen will be recorded, which is a big trouble now.

He Yuan curled his lips and glanced at the shocked policemen: This guy wants to take advantage of my wife, but I am defending myself.Then he snorted coldly: I can tolerate you hit me, but if you want to touch my wife, hum, I'm sorry, even if your director comes, I will beat you as well.He Yuan is not an impulsive person. Every time he hits someone, he will definitely have reasons to beat him. Mo Manyun's status in his heart is not comparable to others. Even if he has a hair, He Yuan will not let her fall out.

Mo Manyun's expression stagnated, and her anger was completely extinguished by her husband's words. He, he beat someone for me and wanted to scold him a few more words, but at this time, she couldn't say a word. Should she be moved or...

There were four people standing in the house. What do young people want the most?You need face and talk about feelings. You usually have good relationships. If you watch your brother get beaten but don’t make a sound, how can you do it?

With a huh, several police academy graduates surrounded Lao He. They all received professional training, fighting, Sanda, and grappling... They are all good players. They may lack experience and are a little tender when dealing with lifeless criminals. But when it comes to fighting and beating people, they are definitely experts.

He Yuan moved his arms and stood up. He hadn't moved for a long time, but facing the aggressive four people, he was really unsure. He usually relied on sneak attacks, but now he was in a position. He waved his hand and pulled Mo Manyun behind him: Don't move, be good, be obedient.He patted her little head like a child, and her little face turned red, but she didn't wait for her to stop her. The next moment, He Yuan moved.

He picked up the hard iron chair under him, waved his arms and swung them towards the people.

Huh, with a strong wind, the chair hit the person who could not dodge. Although he only barely touched his arm, under the huge impact, he screamed and squatted down, covering his arms. The remaining three people dodged and rushed forward the next second. The two punched and one of them exerted their legs. The force was moderate, and it was obvious that there was a backhand.

Lao He didn't have time to turn his hand back and then the wheelchair, so he had to shake his wrist and throw the stool out of his leg. Then, he did not retreat but advanced, and chose a thinner one among the two, and suddenly exerted his leg against his fist.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

The front chest and right arm were hit twice, and a hot pain came. Old He grinned and rushed forward again. The policeman who was kicked by him groaned and took two steps back, but he didn't fall. But in this moment, Old He's second kick came again. Although one person next to him punched He Yuan again, Old He staggered and shot the calves of the retreating person. Not to mention the angle, the force was absolutely fierce.

Ah, the policeman fell to the ground and lost his ability to fight. In addition, the man who was resting in a chair, two people had already withdrawn from the battle.

Suddenly, Mo Manyun's shout came: Stop it, stop hitting it.She cares about her husband, but she is the head of a city. However, facing gangster-like fights, no matter how powerful she is, she is useless.

At this time, the remaining two people were red-eyed. In a few seconds, four hit one, and they were stunned that they made people knock down two of them. This person was so lost.

He Yuan's right arm twitched and could not move at all. His legs and feet were not moved for a long time and some strains were hurt. He basically lost the strength to fight back. Facing the two people who came in vain, he had to be beaten.

But, seeing that Mo Manyun was not good at it, he suddenly floated in front of him, spreading his weak arms to block the attack for him. The two red-eyed policemen would not stop, waved their backhand and fanned Mo Manyun's pretty face.

Time seemed to be still, Mo Manyun was not afraid at all, his eyes narrowed slightly, ready to bear this blow, and for the sake of her husband, she took the initiative to do so...

The hand turned closer to her...

Mo Manyun even felt the wind slashing his cheeks and hurt...

Click

bite

One second, two seconds, three seconds, Mo Manyun's tense body did not fly away from the ground as imagined. She opened her eyes strangely, and bang, and a thunderclap in her mind. The next second she was stunned...

What did she see?

It's a gun!

It's a real gun!

Tian Ah, the gun was in his husband's hand. Mo Manyun suddenly understood what the two strange sounds were just now. It was the sound of the safety opening and the bullet loading. It was obviously less than a second, but He Yuan completed an impossible task.

In one second, I had to open the leather case, snatch the gun from the waist of the fallen policeman, hold it in my hand, open the insurance, load the bullet, and use it to hold the policeman...

Is this possible in just one second?

The answer is no!

But his husband... was successfully completed!

And what shocked Momanyun the most was why he was so familiar with guns?

For an ordinary person, he can only imagine in a TV movie. If he was really allowed to hold it in his hand, he would never be so skillful in fiddling with it. However, his husband was skillfully and casually in his hand, with a calm expression, as if he had done something very ordinary.

Both policemen did not change their movements. They knew what was happening behind them without even looking back, because the sound was so familiar. The sound that had been with them for a long time woke up the angry two people in vain, and cold sweat flowed down their backs. It was a gun, a loaded police pistol. Who dared to move around under the muzzle?

He Yuan's voice was like coming from hell: You should be glad that if your dirty hand touched my beautiful, cute, kind, weak, and delicate little face, I'm afraid you can participate in the Paralympic Games today next year. I said, I can tolerate you hit me, but if you dare to touch a piece of my wife's hair, even if you are your director, I believe it or not, I will still blow his head?

The two nodded subconsciously. They really believed that they dared to beat the police in the police station and dared to draw guns at the police station. I wonder, what is he afraid to do?

Let me ask, who else is he who dares not fight?

Suddenly, Mo Manyun pointed at him angrily, his frosty pretty face turned purple with anger, and his pink lips opened tremblingly, but in the end, he still couldn't speak.

Swear to him?

Assaulting police, stealing guns, intentional injury... no normal man will do this in the police station, right?

But, my husband is not a normal person!

But, however, these are all for yourself not to be hurt!

A blue-purple wound on He Yuan's face was very obvious, and bloodstains were oozing from the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips and looked at his wife indifferently: You are not injured, are you?

At that moment, Mo Manyun's heart was very complicated, and she wanted to scold him, beat him, kick him, but more... she wanted to hug him tightly, she wanted to stroke his wound with her hands, and said to him softly: Does it hurt?