In the sky, the helicopter's loudspeaker was no longer sobbing, but the atmosphere on the ground was about to break out.

Zhou Hua's gun was pressed against the corporate policeman he held hostage. Even though his body was covered with dense, shocking laser beam light squad, letting countless guns aim at him.

The scene fell into silence.

"Zhou Hua, what do they do? Are they from the government?"

Shi Bowen carefully approached the Sanjiang Pavilion Master, a little confused about whether he needed to reveal his Chinese identity.

If it really doesn't work, just kick the conflict to the top, and if the sky falls, a big boss will hold you back.

But this is the final killer move, so try not to use it if you can.

Although it can solve the urgent problem for a while, the sequelae are quite serious. As the person in charge, I guess after returning to the local area, I will have to sit on the bench for the rest of my life to support my old age. This is the price!

As soon as Shi Bowen came to Zhou Hua and pressed the formation for him, several more light spots on his body suddenly became more.

"I bought the territory of Sanjiang Pavilion from Yassel Mining Co., Ltd. These people are not government police, but private security guards, and a little power to take part-time social security. Humph! There is nothing to be afraid of when holding chicken feathers as a command arrow!"

Zhou Hua pressed the big guy and his head was not in a moment. The corporate police who had been removed from his arms did not even dare to move.

Europeans and Americans regard their lives as precious. Whenever they have the chance, they will not fight with their lives, and even think that surrender is glorious.

Canada's social security forces are completely different from China. They not only have their own division of labor, but also their respective jurisdictions, which are relatively independent of each other and even have no subordinates. There are policemen belonging to the public sector and policemen belonging to private enterprises.

Just like the guys who suddenly appeared in front of Sanjiang Pavilion and the operation team's planners, they were real private enterprise policemen. Unless they were officially authorized by the government, they were corporate behaviors or even personal behaviors.

Zhou Hua dared to fight back on the spot because of this confidence.

If the other party dares to shoot, it will be a rebellion, and the consequences will definitely not be borne by Yassel Mining Co., Ltd.

What's the helicopters in the sky keep blinding? It's just that the people in the Po Sanjiang Pavilion and the operation team are surrendering without knowing it, and the routine will follow one after another.

"security guard?"

"Damn it! The security guard with the title of police?"

"It's so arrogant!"

When the people from the 507th School of Action Team heard Zhou Hua’s explanation, they were all indignant.

"Fake police?"

Li Bai ignored the tiny and bright spots on his body and stood beside Zhou Hua and Shi Bowen.

Unsurprisingly, the light spots on the two of them moved a lot to him.

"It is not considered a fake policeman, but an obligatory security officer. He has certain law enforcement powers. However, if there is no legal authorization that complies with the process, it is definitely a very serious act of overreach."

Zhou Hua introduced it in more detail.

"I understand, I'll find an acquaintance!"

Li Bai had an extra business card in his hand and started dialing on the satellite phone.

Although the base station signal of the Sanjiang Pavilion base has been fully released, it has not yet covered their current location.

"Li Bai, do you have connections in Canada?"

Shi Boxue looked at him with wide eyes, and he couldn't tell that this guy could find someone in a foreign country.

"It may be possible to use it when you meet one person."

Li Bai quickly dialed the number.

"Hey, Clinton! I am Li Bai!"

Damn!~Just hearing the name Clinton, Zhou Hua and Shi Boxue immediately thought of former US President William Jefferson Clinton. When they looked at the business card in Li Bai's hand, they couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

Unfortunately, the two do have the same name.

However, it is obviously unreasonable for the former US president to extend his paws to Canada.

“Huh?Li-Bai?”

The other party didn't remember it for a while.

"Yes, you delivered takeaway a few days ago, Yosher Hotel, remembered?"

Li Bai gave a reminder.

"Oh, it's you, hey, are you in trouble? If you have difficulties, you will definitely be fine!"

Royal Mounted Police William Jefferson Clinton seemed extremely enthusiastic, but what he said was that the RCMP belongs to the government's national police department and has certain overlaps with local police.

"I am near Base 7 in the Rocky Mountains, which is already a private territory. Currently, a group of guys who claim to be Yassel Mining Co., Ltd. are aiming guns at us with full arms. This may be a genocide!"

Li Bai deliberately made the situation worse.

William is right. If you have any difficulties, you will find the RCMP. They are not only responsible for delivering food, but also upholding justice and upholding justice.

"Base No. 7? Wait, where is this?"

William Jefferson Clinton was wondering, he had never heard of such a place.

"You can ask your superiors for instructions. This place has been privatized. I will send photos of the scene to your email address."

After Li Bai finished speaking, he hung up the phone, pressed the screen, and sent some of the photos he had just taken to the young RCMP's email.

The other party’s business card not only contains name, position and contact number, but also social contact information such as email, facebook, and Twitter.

"Young man, hand over your cell phone!"

When the corporate police reacted, Li Bai had already completed the operation, and took the satellite phone to light up at the other party, and said in a demonstration: "It's too late! I have officially called the police!"

"Bastard! ~ You yellow-skinned monkey."

The small corporate police leader who tried to stop Li Bai from contacting the outside world took two steps at a time, raised his fists and rushed over fiercely, intending to give this disobedient Chinese a little color.

"Hoho, racism, you're dead!"

Li Bai swung his arm without any hesitation, and then slapped the other party to the ground with a first slap.

Whether it is strength or speed, the big devil has an absolute overwhelming advantage.

No one of the Chinese present was surprised, and even looked at it for granted.

Previously, when Li Bai was "interrogating" the financial director of the former Sanjiang Pavilion, he was much more tragic than this slap.

"Hong Li, did you take a photo?"

Li Bai turned around and looked at the little demon Hong Li holding a DV camera.

The shooting effect of the DV camera is stronger than that of the mobile phone, and the picture quality and frame rate are much higher. All the private policemen who are armed to their teeth are completely captured.

"Damn it, you're looking for death!"

He was so terrified that he was so angry that his corporate policeman took out his pistol and was about to point it at Li Bai, but suddenly his hand lightened and his expression became weird.

The gun of labor?

The small corporate police leader looked at his empty hands in disbelief.

"Are you looking for this?"

Li Bai was carrying a transparent evidence bag and labeling it on it.

The other party may not force himself, but this certificate will become a certificate in court.
Chapter completed!