But touching this backpack is nothing at all.
He touched it again and again and wanted to find a pair of scissors to cut his backpack.
"Hey, I advise you not to do that!" Zhuang dad warned him
Dad Zhuang hasn’t come to feed this guy today. The little guy is in a bad mood.
This is a little ancestor. You can’t do it without serving well.
But of course, the policeman wouldn’t listen to the advice. He tried scissors, but he couldn’t cut them, and then he reached for his fist.
"ah! Hate not to touch me! " The policeman heard a voice in his head, "Get your dirty hands!" "
"Who? Who speaks? "
"Said don’t touch me! I am going to be angry! "
"I’m really angry!"
"Did you hear someone talking?" The police asked doubtfully the companion who was interrogating Zhuang’s father.
"No, are you crazy?" Companion road
"Pa"-The police desk suddenly rang.
The policeman turned his head suddenly and then turned around in confusion.
Hey, what’s going on?
He didn’t notice that the briefcase in his left drawer had disappeared, which was a gift from his wife for his second wedding anniversary.
"Pa" rang again, and something seemed to fall down at the desk next to it.
"Pa … Poof … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa … Pa …. Pa …. The office area is spreading. This is Lanxi Prefecture, and I like many bags.
"What sound?"
"What’s the matter?" His colleagues were shocked.
This is the state police headquarters in Lanxi, and it is one of the three state-level law enforcement agencies in Lanxi.
A dignified lady with silver hair is carrying her H-bag from the main entrance car and walking down the steps. She is the most powerful person in this organization-I don’t know how many coveted things she has in this small bag, but no one has ever been able to get anything from her bag without even touching it.
She walked up the steps with her head held high and walked to the door, suddenly feeling her shoulders lighter.
She stretched out her hand and touched it. Huh? Huh? Where’s my bag?
"Somebody robbed my bag! I pack! "
I was robbed of my bag as a police boss?
On the street outside the door, a fashion girl was walking with her famous brand bag on her back, and suddenly she felt her shoulders lighter.
"My bag, my bag was robbed, Mr. Police. Someone robbed my bag!"
It’s like there’s a wave of waves spreading next to the yuppie man, the silver-haired old man, the bus, the class, the subway, the foreign tourists …
Equal treatment, if you are lucky to carry a brand-name bag.
In an instant, several people screamed, "I was robbed!"
The policeman at the state police headquarters heard a small voice, "Let you know that I am good! I’m angry. It’s terrible! Don’t touch me again! "
"Hey, even threatening me?" I’ll poke the policeman if he doesn’t believe in evil!
"This time I really want to be angry! I’m going to be angry, angry and angry! "
The fluctuation is expanding instantly. This fluctuation is screaming in shape, but there are roads and roadsides. The screams in the magnificent specialty stores and shopping malls are one after another. The shelves are cleared in an instant, leaving a tag floating like snowflakes.
The policeman didn’t know how much damage he had caused by poking him.
"You really didn’t hear the sound?" The policeman asked his companion again
"Without you, is it too much pressure? How long has it been since you took a vacation? "
"No, no, no, it’s definitely not auditory hallucination, so try poking this little fist …" The policeman called him a companion.
Companion came to the grass and held out his hand.
Dozens of kilometers, seven leather goods factories, thousands of different specialty stores, dozens of shopping malls, and several people’s purses are limited, co-branded, commemorative … The whole Italian area seems to be waiting for him to poke.
His finger is close, close, close.
And then paused.
A strong desire for survival made him stop his own death.
"You poke poke poke look! You don’t believe me? I’ll poke it for you. "The policeman poked another one.
Just then their office door was suddenly pushed, and the silver-haired lady rushed in just now.
"Mr Brewer where … the monster is about to enter the city of Italy! We need his help! "
"Poof!" A file fell from behind two policemen.
The silver-haired lady looked down and saw the familiar file name, and the right side was more familiar with the signature.
"You two … stole my bag?"