People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 1 001. The peacemaker who likes to make noise

A pair of brand new leather shoes stepped into the entrance of a hospital, and the police badge hanging on the chest of the man wearing them was very shiny.

"Hello, I would like to ask which room a bodybuilder named Chris lives in."

With a smile like a spring breeze, he stopped a passing nurse, who glanced at his shiny police badge and told him the room number where the bodybuilder was.

The police officer with his hands on his belt came to the door of a ward after getting the information he wanted.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man holding a mop at the door arguing with a strong man wearing a hospital gown showing half of his buttocks whether Aquaman had anything to do with falcons.

The two saw a police officer coming, and they immediately separated during the argument.

The middle-aged man is a fan of Neptune. Before leaving, he questioned the strong man in hospital uniform again with suspicious eyes.

After receiving affirmative and affirmative eyes, his world view seemed to have been severely damaged, and he walked away with a mop and tools in great disappointment.

"Still the same as before, Chris. He likes watching those superhero shady materials on the Internet."

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The strong man who was about to return to his room frowned and turned around to look at this strange police officer who was about the same height as himself. This person seemed not to have appeared in his memory.

However, when the police officer took off his sunglasses, the big man with his butt exposed seemed to be startled, staring straight at the face in front of him with his wide eyes:

"Zhang San? Skinny Monkey?!"

That's right, the face under the sunglasses of the other party is an Asian, and in Chris' memory he only knows one Asian.

That's the skinny monkey who followed him and the vigilante back to pick up the loot!
The three of them are warriors of the night, and no criminal can escape their clutches.

But in Chris's memory, the thin-skinned monkey was obviously short and not even a little fleshy, so why did it become as big as himself in just a few years?

"Did you eat protein powder as a meal? Or did you grab a wild Superman and squeeze it into juice?"

Facing his old friend's doubts, the man who took off his sunglasses smiled and replied: "You must not know how strong I have become after two and a half years of training."

"Shit! Are you going to be Robin for Batman? I heard that this guy likes obedient little boys the most..."

Chris suspected that he was selling his butt, because this was the only way to explain why a short man could become so strong and tall.

"I was here to pick you up and leave the hospital, but if I look at it now, I will suggest to the doctor to send you to Arkham to cure your brain."

"Fk, let's go now! Since you've become a policeman, there shouldn't be any secret agents or cops pretending to be selling hot dogs."

As he spoke, he turned back to the room and took out a large bag of dirty clothes from under the hospital bed and put them on.

Soon, Chris was following up with his pals in his Peacemaker suit, which hadn't been washed in months.

call--

Taking a deep breath of fresh air outside the hospital, Chris turned his head to look at his old friend after making sure that no one was following him around, and asked, "So, where's your car?"

"What car? It's not like you don't know that I can't drive at all."

"..."

It was only then that Chris remembered that this skinny monkey had never driven a car once when he was working, because driving with this shitty thing is scarier than superheroes fighting!
Jingle ~

The crisp bell pulled Chris back, what did he see! ?
The tall and mighty old friend walked up to him pushing a bicycle!

"Zhang San, I won't sit on it."

Seeing him pointing to the back of the bicycle, Chris suddenly felt that he was being watched by many eyes.

He didn't want to be that girl in love in the TV series, sitting on a bicycle holding a man's waist, it was too Puxi!
Shrugging his shoulders, Officer Zhang, who put on his sunglasses again, pushed the bicycle and left the hospital with Chris covered in blood.

On the way, Chris kept talking about how miserable he had been in these years.

When he heard him talking about the starfish incident, Zhang San stopped and looked at him in surprise and asked, "You lost to a gun? To a black man who is afraid of rats?"

"Ahem, my bullets are much bigger than Napusi's, and I was accidentally shot through by his rice particle bullets."

Chris said that he was not good at shooting because of the problem with the bullets.

But the guy pushing the cart next to him kept laughing. His laughter made Chris feel embarrassed and ashamed.

"I know it sounds funny, but I guarantee that guy will lose next time."

"Come on, no one else knows which country they have gone to live happily, but you are the only idiot who is still lying in the hospital and just came out."

Chris's experience can be said to be very tragic. That night, the three of them went out to gain experience as usual, but they didn't expect that it was a trap.

The vigilantes and Zhang San were more resourceful and ran away decisively when the situation was not good, but Chris, who was high on killing, was caught.

From that day on, the three-person team lost a good friend, a courageous and courageous Chris.

Zhang San wanted to rescue him, but his strength did not allow him to do so.

It wasn't until a few years ago that he was accidentally knocked unconscious by the shock wave of a grenade when he went out to find trouble with the vigilantes that his fate changed.

Something from his past memory appeared in his mind, the krypton gold card drawing system.

In two and a half years, he expanded himself from a skinny monkey to a big man by relying on some props obtained by krypton gold.

He even got a fighting technique that was difficult for others to learn for decades!
With this plug-in, he joined the police department and became a police officer on administrative leave for many years.

"There are 30 days in a month and you can take 20 days off every month? Why?"

It's hard for Chris to believe that something this good is going to happen, and a police officer is on administrative leave almost every day.

"Maybe it's because some people always use the police to commit suicide. After all, I always go to the police according to the formal procedures."

is it?

Chris's eyes fell on the gun on his old friend's waist. Some kind of experience told him that this Glock had been fired a few hours ago.

The two walked for a while, and finally Chris got on the bicycle that Zhang San was riding because he didn't want to leave.

And there were not many pedestrians around, so no one would see the Peacemaker sitting on the back of a man's bicycle like a girl.

squeak--

Zhang San rode into an RV area, and a rectangular shape painted with the color of the American flag was Chris's home.

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(End of this chapter)