Sha Haiming was very depressed. He was actually shot in the head by a noob with a pistol.
No.
He was definitely not a noob. How could a noob have such good marksmanship?
This guy was most likely pretending to be weak to eat a tiger.
He was too careless.
Sha Haiming had played Counter-Strike for so many years, but the number of times he had been shot in the head could be counted on one hand.
This was the first time he had been shot in the head with a pistol.
If this guy had used a rifle, he would definitely have lost.
Of course, this was what Sha Minghai thought. He did not know that this was Han Bin's first time playing Counter-Strike and he did not know how to use a rifle at all.
If Han Bin had used a rifle, he would definitely have been the one shot in the head.
On the other side, Han Bin had already been surrounded by the Red Team.
Previously, when they saw Sha Minghai and Yao Xingyun fighting against Han Bin, everyone thought that Han Bin would definitely lose.
Sha Minghai and Yao Xingyun were obviously experienced players, and both of them had very good marksmanship. As long as the two of them cooperated well, killing Han Bin would be a piece of cake.
Who knew that Han Bin would counterattack. He shot Yao Xingyun in the chest and shot Sha Minghai in the head. Although he was also shot in the chest, the headshot was more impressive.
In actual combat, as long as one wore a bulletproof vest, the injury from being shot in the chest would not be serious.
However, as long as one was shot in the head, the possibility of surviving even with a bulletproof helmet was not high.
"Brother Bin, you're too awesome. You actually ended it with a headshot," Zhao Ming said in surprise.
He knew that this was Han Bin's first time playing. He originally thought that he was a noob, but now it seemed that he was the real noob.
Chen Qian gave him a thumbs up. "Brother Han, you're awesome!"
"Brother Han, do you criminal police officers often touch guns?" Tian Ye said enviously.
"This is nothing. I'll sue you. Not only does Brother Bin often touch guns, but he also shot to save people in times of crisis. He said to shoot the legs, not the chest. Pa, he shot the suspect's thigh," Zhao Ming described vividly.
"So you're a police officer comrade. No wonder you're so accurate." Sha Minghai walked over with a few people from the Blue Team.
"Director Sha's marksmanship is no worse than mine." Han Bin pointed at his chest.
"Of course. Our Director Sha used to be a scout. His marksmanship is amazing." A subordinate flattered.
"No wonder Boss Sha wants to surround and annihilate us," Han Bin joked.
"Aren't I still being treated as a suspect by you?" Sha Minghai laughed.
"Officer Han's marksmanship is indeed very accurate. Let's spar again when we have the chance," Yao Xingyun said, somewhat unconvinced.
"Beauty, your marksmanship is also very good. Do you come here often to play? Why haven't I seen you before?" Zhao Ming asked.
Yao Xingyun smiled and did not reply.
"Officers, it's fate that we can compete together. I'll be the host today. Let's have a meal together and exchange experiences. How about it?" Sha Haiming suggested.
"Director Sha, I appreciate your kindness, but let's do it next time. I still have something to do in the afternoon." Han Bin declined politely.
Seeing that Han Bin declined, Zhao Ming naturally did not go. The other officers did not go either.
If it wasn't introduced by someone familiar or someone they knew well, the officers were not willing to eat with just anyone.
It was better to avoid trouble.
…
The road near the Counter-Strike venue was under construction. They had to take a long detour by car.
Han Bin and Zhao Ming simply took the subway. It was much faster.
Han Bin and Zhao Ming got on the subway at the first stop. There were many empty seats. To avoid dirtying the seats, they even placed two sheets of newspaper on the seats.
As the subway went into the city, there were more and more people on the subway.
Zhao Ming gave his seat to an old lady in her sixties. Although he was tired, he could not help but give his seat to an old lady.
At this moment, a young lady got on the train. Her looks were average, but her figure was great. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans. She was very attractive.
As a bachelor, Zhao Ming wanted to take a few more glances. Great.
The next stop was the transfer station. There were many people getting off and getting on the subway. It was very crowded.
A stream of people squeezed the girl in the jeans to Zhao Ming. The girl in the jeans looked at Zhao Ming and frowned. She seemed to think that he was dirty and moved further away.
Zhao Ming smiled bitterly.
He watched as the girl moved to the side of a white haired foreigner.
The foreigner was quite handsome. He had blond hair, a high nose bridge, and deep facial features. Most importantly, he was tall. He was half a head taller than Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming sighed. Well, I really can't compare.
The blond foreigner glanced at the girl in the jeans. He also seemed to think that the girl had a good figure. He moved closer to the girl and stuck his right side to the back of the girl in the jeans.
The girl in the jeans seemed to notice something. She turned her head and looked. After seeing that it was the blond foreigner, she just leaned to the side and did not say anything.
When Zhao Ming saw this scene, he sighed. The girl didn't even care, so what else could he say?
He did not know if it was because of the crowd, or because of inertia, or out of habit, but the blond foreigner leaned next to the girl in the jeans. He put his right hand around the girl's waist and touched down.
One of them was a foreigner, and the other was a girl with a good figure. They attracted the attention of the people around them. Coupled with their actions, many people saw it.
Many men felt a little uncomfortable. A good cabbage was going to be taken by a foreign pig. The most annoying thing was that the cabbage might be happy.
The girl in the jeans seemed to feel something. She pushed away the blond foreigner's hand and exploded, "Let go of me. Are you a hooligan?"
The blond foreigner spread his hands and said in English, "What are you talking about? I don't understand Chinese."
When Zhao Ming saw that the girl in the jeans was unwilling, he immediately became energetic. He rushed over and pointed at the foreigner, "You, why are you molesting this lady?"
"What, little man, what are you talking about?" The blond foreigner shrugged and still spoke in English.
"I'm a police officer. I just saw you molesting this lady," Zhao Ming said righteously.
"Yes, I saw it too," a male passenger shouted.
"I recorded it just now. There's a video here. The foreigner was unruly and groped this girl," another passenger said.
The blond foreigner shook his head and laughed, "This is just a joke. It's normal in our country."
Zhao Ming also knew some English. Although it wasn't standard, he could still express the meaning, "I'm a Chinese police officer. I want to take you to the police station."
"I'm an American. The laws of your country can't control me." The blond foreigner curled his lips.
"I'll sue you. You broke the law in this area. I can control you." Zhao Ming scolded.
"You can't." The blond foreigner pointed at Zhao Ming and shook his finger.
"Stop talking nonsense. Come with me to the police station." Zhao Ming grabbed the foreigner's arm and prepared to subdue him.
"F * ck you!" The foreigner cursed. He pushed away Zhao Ming's hand with his left hand and pushed Zhao Ming's chest with his right hand.
The foreigner was tall and strong. Looking at his body, he seemed to be in good health. He pushed Zhao Ming directly. Fortunately, the subway station was quite crowded, so he didn't fall.
Even so, it affected a lot of passengers.
A few passengers were a little indignant and discussed, "This foreigner is too much of a bully. He molested a girl and even dared to hit a police officer."
"That's right. Since you're in our country, you should abide by the laws of our country. What's the point of acting like a rogue?"
"This foreigner is tall and strong. I think this little police officer will be at a disadvantage."
"That's right. Look at this foreigner. He even put on a boxing posture. He looks like a martial artist."
These passengers expressed their support verbally, but they didn't have the confidence to fight with the foreigner.
"I know the police in China. I'm not afraid of you!" The blond foreigner rubbed his nose.
Han Bin walked over. This foreigner was indeed very strong. He was even taller than Han Bin.
Han Bin kicked the back of his leg. The foreigner's legs went soft and he directly knelt on the ground.
Before the foreigner could react, Han Bin grabbed his arm with one hand and pressed his head with the other. He directly hit the ground.
"Bang!" The yellow-haired foreigner was a little dizzy from the impact.
Han Bin pressed him to the ground, sat on him, and directly handcuffed him.
"Why did you hit me?" The blond foreigner struggled and shouted in Chinese.
"Because you attacked a police officer and threw a flying salute." Han Bin said solemnly, "No matter where you're from, as long as you break the law in Qingdao, you will be punished by the law."
"You're also a police officer?" The blond foreigner was still speaking in Chinese.
"Heh, this foreigner's Chinese is even better than mine," a passenger murmured.
Han Bin showed his police officer's ID. "This is my police officer's ID. Look carefully!"
Seeing that Han Bin had subdued the foreigner, the surrounding people cheered.
"Well done!"
"This police officer is so awesome. He subdued the foreigner so quickly!"
"Damn, the police officer's ID shows that he's a criminal police officer. No wonder he's so fierce."
"This guy is a bit dirty. Did he just come back from a mission?"
An old man seemed very excited. "Everyone, let's clap and give these two police officers a thumbs up!"
Instantly, there was a round of applause in the car, which lasted for a long time …
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