Chapter 206 National Security Bureau

"Yin Hun, I'm 100% sure, this damn doctor will definitely call the police." The scalpel played with the silver scalpel in his hand, while looking at Yin Hun bored.

"Yeah!" He seemed to be very sleepy, lying listlessly on the chair, his eyes blurred.

"Just just now, I should have taken out the photos of the Security Bureau of our country to conquer him and requisitioned this small clinic directly. That way, we won't be guarding a living dead person."

"Yeah." He responded randomly.

Seeing that Yin Hui had no intention of talking to him, he was too lazy to speak, so he just closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a sirens coming from outside the door, and it was obvious that he was galloping towards this side.

"Now, I can finally have a good sleep." The scalpel sat up from the chair and sneered: "I didn't want to bother them, but since I'm here, let's see the patient for a night." As he said that, he opened the hospital door, and a cool breeze blew in, forcing the scalpel to wrap his clothes tightly and took several steps backwards.

Soon, the flashing police lights of the Public Security Bureau lit up outside the villa, and the sirens sounded harshly. The bright police lights made them unable to open their eyes, so they had no choice but to stand in the middle of the house, raise the work permit in their hands and say, "Let your heads come over, we are from the National Security Bureau."

"You have been surrounded. Please come out consciously. The government works according to the principle of frankness and lenientness and resistance to strictness. I hope you know it." The voice of the middle-aged man floated in. How could he easily believe that these two robbers who broke into other people's homes in the middle of the night were from the National Security Bureau.

"Okay, let's go out." The scalpel shrugged helplessly, then walked out of the door under the lights of the police light.

It was not until the police forces on both sides of the door pressed him to the ground that he had already made arrangements until he was blind.

"Damn it, let you look good later." The scalpel cursed.

Under the tyranny of a group of policemen, he was still arrested and finally followed them into the police car.

A guy with stars on his shoulders was waiting for the scalpel with a arrogant look on his face: "You are just like a fucking grandson and I have to go there myself, it's so fucking. I don't even pick a good time to commit a crime."

The scalpel was scolded by such a minion, and his face turned green with anger: "Look at your fucking eyes, I'm from the National Security Bureau."

Bang.

The guy slapped it directly, hit the scalpel in the face, and slapped a pure Beijing-style accent: "Shut up."

Hu, Hu.

In the world of scalpels, time stopped, and the slap was always burning on his face, as if the policeman's palm had never left his face.

The policeman who beat him was also a little scared and stared at the fierce expression of the scalpel in a daze. He had seen many criminals, but he had never seen such a vicious person.

But unexpectedly, the other party was not hysterical, but calmed down again and said, "Police Officer, there is a gift in the upper left pocket of my shirt. Please help me get it."

The police officer was stunned for a moment, but soon laughed contemptuously. He knew that the scalpel was afraid. His aura had just stopped the arrogant criminal and said excitedly: I didn't expect that my aura would be so great. It was really beyond my expectations."

But when he took out the green notebook from the scalpel's top pocket and held it in his hand to watch it, he was stunned and said word by word: "Member of the Seventh Group of the National Security Bureau, the scalpel."

"By the way, I heard that there have been a lot of fakes recently. Look at the photo, are you me?"

The scalpel's sarcastic answer was not very extreme, and there was no harshness in his voice.

But he understood that this was the tranquility before the storm and the darkness before dawn.

After carefully comparing the photos, his originally mournful face became even more depressed. His hands trembled and slowly untied the rope on his body. It looked like he was watching a tiger slowly opening his mouth and swallowing his head.

When the last rope slipped off the scalpel, he smiled contemptuously and came out of the car.

Several policemen who were standing outside the car to comfort the doctor saw the criminal running out again, and suddenly panicked. When his hand flashed, an electric baton appeared and rushed up quickly, and the electric baton in his hand was about to smash it down.

"Stop!" The little policeman's depressed voice came clearly through the car window: "He is from the National Security Bureau, let him go."

"Ah!" The policeman holding the baton was stunned in the air, and the electric rod in his hand slid from his hand unconsciously and fell to the ground, making a thunderous sound of flashing lightning.

"Tsk, how could I leave so easily? Have you forgotten these two anthracite prints?" The scalpel aggressively put his face to the car window, staring at the police head with anger: "You, come out for me."

The policeman came out of the car tremblingly, dared not say a word, and stood in front of him stupidly, just like a primary school student who did something wrong, waiting for the teacher's punishment in horror.

The status of members of the National Security Bureau is equal to that of their deputy director. This little police leader is just a small team leader. The gap between the two is too big, so a small team leader beats the deputy director. This kind of crime is not light.

"Tell me, how do you calculate this account?" asked the scalpel in a tepid voice, touching the red palm prints on his face with both hands. The slap did not hurt, but what he could not tolerate was that such a small policeman insulted him so much.

"Or, you call me again." Although the police leader was so scared that he still showed a flattering smile, hoping to get the understanding of the scalpel.

Papa, Yin Hui's footsteps came from inside. He just heard the scalpel talking to the little police leader, and probably understood what was going on.

Hearing the unnecessary footsteps, the police's relaxed nerves tensed up again.

"Don't be nervous, he is my colleague." In order to avoid the troubles, the scalpel hurriedly told everyone.

The commotion was quickly calmed down, and Yin Hui walked up with a smile on his face: "Let me do this, let him help us take care of the patients who have been taking care of us all night. Just think that it is atonement for merit."

I looked at Yin Hui with a scalpel. The red eyes were filled with bloodshot, and it was obvious that I hadn't closed my eyes for several days.

He nodded and said, "Okay, I will spare you this time. I will do this next time and I will give you a lesson." After that, he walked into the room angrily.

Yin Hui smiled and patted the scared police leader's shoulder.
Chapter completed!