During the contact between the limbs, Zhuang Lin still did not use any force, but the two strong police officers, whose strong bodies, lost their center of gravity and changed their original trajectory.

But this time the physical contact was very obscure and I couldn't see it when I stood opposite me, so Director Zhao and others did not see that Zhuang Lin had any contact with the two policemen.

Then, under the eyes of the other people, they collided with each other strangely.

During this process, Zhuang Lin, who was standing between the two, had stood in the back at some point, looking at the two aggressive policemen with a calm expression and getting intimately in front of him.

This scene was staged in this interrogation room. The two young policemen who had already rushed to Zhuang Lin collided with each other without any brains. Moreover, the strength of the two was quite strong. When the bodies collided, they made quite a lot of noise.

Zhuang Lin stood there, looking at the two miserable little policemen with compassion and pretending to be dizzy, almost unable to stand firm.

"What did you do to them?" Looking at his two subordinates who were stunned, Director Zhao immediately thought of Zhuang Lin playing tricks secretly. He glared at Zhuang Lin and shouted angrily.

"Don't swear by the slander. I'm being chaotic. What can I do?" Zhuang Lin stood there, raised his hands, shook the handcuffs on his hands, and said with an innocent expression.

"It must be something you did, otherwise how could they bump into each other?"

The interrogation room is only so big, and the place where Zhuang Lin stood was only more than one meter. Director Zhao could see the whole process clearly, but the matter was too strange, so he would not say that his two subordinates were foolishly bumping into each other for no reason, so he decided that Zhuang Lin was playing a trick.

"Your men are stupid. They bump into each other and knock themselves out. If you don't blame them for being stupid, you blame me instead. Are you wrongly accusing a good person?" Zhuang Lin was still shaking the handcuffs on his hands, expressing his innocence.

"Zhuang Lin, listen to me, put your hands on your head and lie on the wall." Director Zhao glared, pointed the pistol in his hand at Zhuang Lin and shouted viciously.

"Don't fucking swaying in front of me with that broken thing, and I'm upset." He was repeatedly pointed at his head with a gun, and no matter who it was, he would feel uncomfortable.

"I'm pointing my gun at you. Why? Let me be smarter. This is my territory. You are a dragon and a tiger. Otherwise, I want you to be nice." Director Zhao is also a new official. He originally thought of using the repair of Zhuang Lin to enhance his prestige, but now, not only did he not deal with Zhuang Lin, he was also disguised by him in front of him. He felt that he had lost face and was even more angry.

People like him have only seen such a thing. Just think that he was wearing this uniform and holding a gun in his hand, everyone would be obedient. However, he didn't know that when his last director pointed a gun at Zhuang Lin, Zhuang Lin removed the gun and eventually got imprisoned.

"Give……"

He wanted to say something more harsh to threaten Zhuang Lin, but before he could say it, a numb feeling on his wrist came, as if he was electrocuted. The five fingers of his right hand stretched out uncontrollably, and the pistol held in his hand fell down.

The sound of the pistol falling to the ground attracted the attention of the police in the interrogation room. Everyone looked at the pistol lying on the floor, then raised their heads and looked at their director. They didn't understand why he threw the pistol away.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"You, have you plotted against me? Tell me, are you plotting against me?" Looking at the pistol that fell from his hand, Director Zhao, who was involved, was also a little confused. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He numbed his hand for no reason and threw the pistol away.

Unable to understand why his hands were numb, he blamed Zhuang Lin again. Of course, this time, he did not wrongly accuse Zhuang Lin. However, Zhuang Lin did some tricks and needled the numb hole in his hand with air.

"Although you are a policeman, you can't be so bloody. I'm being tortured with both hands, and I'm so far away from you, how can I plot against you?" Zhuang Lin pulled down his face, widened his eyes, looked angry, stared at Director Zhao, and asked loudly.

Director Zhao looked at Zhuang Lin in confusion, especially at his tortured hands, and his brows frowned.

This guy was coerced with his hands, and he was separated from him by a table. He had empty hands, and it seemed that he was really not possible to plot against him. Could it be that his hands were numb, and it really had nothing to do with him?

But why did it happen that I didn’t have numb hands yesterday and the day before yesterday, but when I pointed a gun at this guy, my hands were numb?

"Did I say that my hands were numb just now and really had nothing to do with this guy?" He thought so, then squatted down and reached out to pick up his pistol.

Just as his hand touched the pistol, it was like he was powered up. He suddenly stopped his hand and took a breath of air conditioning, showing a visible expression of pain on his face.

He just squatted on the ground, grinning, and tightly pinched his right middle finger with his left hand, staring at his middle finger with his eyes, as if he wanted to find something on it.

However, after searching repeatedly, his middle finger was as intact as before, and there was no spot of the broken skin. Moreover, the stinging feeling that had been before disappeared.

He just stared at his middle finger, his eyebrows piled up together, and he couldn't figure it out.

Then he leaned forward and observed the pistol on the ground at close range. However, after looking at it, he did not find any unknown objects such as needles on the pistol.

This time, he was a little blinded. His hand was not damaged and he did not find anything suspicious on the pistol. Why did he feel the stinging feeling after being stabbed by a needle when he touched the pistol?

He raised his head and looked at Zhuang Lin opposite the interrogation table. He saw Zhuang Lin also looking at him, and his hands and wrists were still fine, and his ten fingers were clasped together, so there was no possibility of making a fuss.

Did you get into evil today?

He tilted his head and frowned and thought to himself.

After hesitating for a while, he reached out his hand again and tried to grab the pistol in front of him again. Because of the lesson he learned last time, this time, he was extra careful and poked the gun body with his index finger.

He was like that, but he didn't feel it, but in the eyes of others, he was so funny. He was like a child bitten by a snake. When he saw the straw rope, he was afraid that it was a snake, so he poked it away with a wooden stick.

Zhuang Lin stood opposite the table, lowered his head and looked at Director Zhao who was squatting on the ground. Looking at his ridiculous look, he was not handsome and almost laughed out loud, but he still held back.

When his finger poked on the gun, there was no other feeling except the cold metal feeling. Director Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then reached out to grab the pistol with confidence.
Chapter completed!