"Come on, let me see what you're doing with this fake ID. You're also the chief instructor of Jianghai City's Special Operations Division. You must have watched too many movies." The man picked up the torn ID and said.
When he saw the Special Operations Division, he thought that the ID was fake. What Special Operations Division? He had never heard of it, so he tore it up.
Moreover, he wanted to use this matter to punish this person.
He actually dared to show such exaggerated movements, as if he was really ugly.
No matter how ugly he was, he wouldn't allow others to say it, let alone show it.
"Did you buy your job?" Xiatian looked at the man and Asked.
"What's wrong? The director is my uncle. My uncle arranged it for me. "The man said proudly, as if his uncle was really awesome, so awesome that he could cover the sky with one hand.
"Sigh, it's not your fault that you're ugly, but it's your fault to come out and scare people." Xiatian sighed and said.
"You dare call me ugly!" When the policeman heard Xiatian selling his ugly face, he couldn't take it anymore. He took out his gun and wanted to kill Xiatian.
"I didn't scold you. Don't you ever look in the mirror?" Xiatian Asked, puzzled.
"You're still scolding me. I think you're dead." The policeman took out his gun and pointed it at Xiatian.
At this moment, the director of the police station rushed over. He saw that his nephew had used a gun and hurriedly ran in.
"What are you doing?"
"Uncle, he scolded me." The policeman said.
"What's going on?" The director of the police station Asked.
"Director, this person is here to hand in the cultural relics, but …" The policeman who had just poured water for Xiatian was too embarrassed to continue, because this matter was indeed the director's nephew's fault, but he didn't know how to say it, because if he didn't say it, he would get into trouble. The director's nephew was famous for being a hooligan.
He didn't want to offend the director's nephew.
"Hand in the cultural relics?" The director of the police station frowned. There weren't many people who would take the initiative to submit their cultural relics. Moreover, these people would usually appear on the news. How could his nephew offend such a person? "Sir, since you have the awareness to submit your cultural relics, the country will definitely reward you. When the people from the museum arrive later, they will even give you a certificate of merit."
"Uncle!" The ugly policeman wanted to say something.
"It's not about the cultural relics anymore. Your cute nephew tore my ID," Xiatian said to the police chief.
"What documents? Why are you tearing up other people's documents? " The director glared at his nephew with dissatisfaction and then said, "Is it a student ID or a technical certificate? Don't worry, we'll give you a certificate. We'll just get another one when the time comes."
"Uncle, what's there to make up for? He has a fake certificate," the ugly policeman said.
"Fake? Let me see. "The director of the police station didn't think that his nephew would be able to see the authenticity of the certificate.
After receiving the certificate, the director of the police station saw a large national emblem on the cover. When he saw the national emblem, he frowned and then opened the certificate.
"Chief instructor of Jianghai City's Special Operations Division."
Then, there was a steel seal in the lower right corner with a number on it.
When he saw the steel seal and the number, the director of the police station felt that something was wrong. The steel seal and the number didn't seem to be fake. He hurriedly turned on the computer and entered the number on it.
"SS level secret!" The system showed SS level secret. When he saw this SS level secret, the director of the police station almost fell down.
Only cadres above the provincial level had SS level authority. However, the person in front of him was actually SS level.
This proved that the certificate was real. His disappointing nephew actually tore up the certificate of a leader. This was a big deal.
"Get the hell over here." The director waved to his nephew. "Come over here."
"Uncle!" The director's nephew was very reluctant.
"Why aren't you getting the hell over here?" The director said anxiously. He was doing this for the good of his nephew. Otherwise, once the matter got out of hand, it would be over. This person's identity was not simple.
"No need, I can't afford it. Besides, I've never heard of the director of the police station having the right to arrange work for others." Xiatian said directly.
Hearing Xiatian's words, the director of the police station frowned. He knew that something was going to happen.
"All of you, get out of here!" The director of the police station waved his hand to the others. Hearing the director's words, those people knew that the director was probably going to do something shameful.
After those people left.
"Sir, please name a price." The director of the police station went straight to the point.
"What price?" Xiatian looked at him in confusion.
"How much money? This matter can be forgotten." The director of the police station said.
"No matter how much money it is, it won't work. Originally, I was just passing by, but since your nephew let me know about this kind of thing, I have to do something about it." Xiatian did not want such a malignant tumor to continue to harm the country.
If the person who came here this time was not him, but someone else, then in the future, would there still be people coming to hand in cultural relics?
Although it was impossible for him to know about all the illegal activities in the country, as long as he encountered it, he must do something about it.
"So, there's no discussion? Do you believe that I won't shoot you? " The director of the police station did not dare to be investigated. He knew that once he was investigated, he would definitely die, so he planned to kill the person in front of him.
"We don't believe it!" At this moment, a group of people appeared at the door.
The local Special Operations Department people.
They went straight forward, and before the director of the police station could react, they directly knocked his gun out of his hand.
The director of the police station was instantly subdued.
"Hello, Instructor Xia." The leader directly saluted Xiatian.
"You know me?" Xiatian Asked in confusion.
"I've never seen you before, but I've heard of you. I heard about you in the finals this year. You are my idol. Today, the director said that you were coming, so I came personally. I'm the chief instructor of the Special Operations Department here."
"Oh, hello! I'll leave the cultural relics to you. "Xiatian handed the cultural relics to him.
"Yes, Instructor Xia. The director asked me to bring this to you."
Xiatian took the plane ticket and the fuel surcharge invoice, then nodded.
"Instructor Xia, I'll send someone to send you."
"Well, that's good too. I was just worried about this matter." Xiatian nodded. Then, he looked at his clothes. After the previous battle, his clothes were buried again, but he also knew that now was not the time to change. He would wait until he reached the place.
Bang!
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