The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

"Brother Li, let me drive."

When it was time to patrol again, Zhao Yan volunteered.

As a newcomer, how could he always let his seniors drive?

Besides, I don’t know if driving a police car is fun or not.

"Can you do it?" Li Hui was a little worried.

In just one day, Zhao Yan's image in his mind had changed.

"Don't worry, no one knows how to drive better than me."

Zhao Yan patted his chest and promised.

Are you kidding me, god-level driving skills are just for show?

"Okay then." Li Hui threw the car keys over and got into the passenger seat.

"Sit tight."

Zhao Yan touched the steering wheel and felt an excitement arise spontaneously.

After giving instructions, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Buzz!

The old police car suddenly sped out as if it had been on stimulants.

"Fuck!"

Li Hui couldn't help but cursed and quickly held himself up.

"Uh, sorry, I was a little excited just now."

Zhao Yan smiled and merged into the street smoothly.

"Xiao Zhao, how did you get your driver's license? This is too scary."

Li Hui was in shock. Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt, otherwise he would have hit his head.

"drving license?"

There was a sudden thought in his heart, and Zhao Yan's face looked a little unnatural.

It suddenly occurred to him that the original owner did not have a driver's license.

And since he acquired god-level driving skills, he has forgotten about his driver's license.

Originally, Li Hui just made a casual comment.

But when he noticed Zhao Yan's expression, he felt excited and calmly grabbed the armrest.

He asked cautiously: "You don't have a driver's license, do you?"

"Well, it seems not." Zhao Yan said honestly.

! ! !

Li Hui was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he was excited and incoherent: "Quick, stop the car, I want to get off!"

God, what evil did he do in his previous life.

If time could go back again, he would definitely reject the director without hesitation and kill Zhao Yan without him.

"Don't panic, my driving skills are very good, it's okay." Zhao Yan comforted him.

"No, I can't break the law, so let me drive. I have a driver's license."

Li Hui resisted.

No matter how much Zhao Yan said, he just wanted to get out of the car.

"Okay, I'll park."

Zhao Yan had no choice but to start scanning the roadside, looking for a parking place.

Suddenly, a hooded figure came into his sight.

The sense of guilt sent an early warning.

This skill will issue an early warning as long as it encounters someone with a high sin value within a hundred meters.

Zhao Yan used his sense of guilt to investigate, and suddenly, a ball of black energy appeared above the man's head.

Oh my god, it’s black!

On a scale of perceived guilt.

Ordinary people have white breath, which means innocence. Further up is the orange smell, such as prostitution and other violations.

Violating the criminal code is a red breath and will be sentenced. As for the black aura, it means there is a murder on the body.

After quickly parking the car, Zhao Yan followed.

"Eh? Xiao Zhao, why are you going!"

As soon as Li Hui got out of the car and was about to go around to the driver's seat, he saw Zhao Yan running away.

"Catch the thief."

Zhao Yan started sprinting without looking back.

Not far away, the hooded man had already noticed the police car.

But he wasn't sure if it was directed at him, so he kept calm and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

When Zhao Yan got out of the car and came towards him, he knew he was exposed.

So without saying anything, he ran away.

After a while, he turned into an alley.

"stop!"

Zhao Yan hurriedly chased after him. This man was too vigilant.

And their police cars are too conspicuous.

Li Hui took out the car key and hurriedly chased after him.

"Wait for me."

The director gave him many instructions and told him to take a good look at Zhao Yan.

In the blink of an eye, the person is gone again!

...

"Run, why don't you run?"

Zhao Yan ran very fast, and in a moment, he was blocked in front of the hooded man.

"Only you?"

The hoarse voice of the hooded man sounded.

"Yes." To catch a thief, isn't he enough?

"Haha, that's really great."

The man sneered and raised his head.

Revealing a face covered in scars.

"Zhao! So ugly." Zhao Yan was startled and couldn't help shouting.

It was the first time I saw something so ugly and I couldn't help it.

?

The hooded man's expression froze.

How could a thirty-seven-degree mouth say such hurtful words?

"You damn bastard, you dare to chase me alone, you don't know the heights of the world."

The man snorted, took out a dagger from his waist, and rushed over.

Zhao Yan stood motionless, as if he was stunned.

"Haha, die."

With a ferocious smile on his face, the hooded man stabbed Zhao Yan hard in the heart.

The smile only lasted for a moment and then suddenly solidified.

Zhao Yan grabbed the hooded man's hand expressionlessly and said, "Where do you come from with so many words?"

The tip of the knife is only one centimeter away from the body.

"Ahhh! Break it for me! Die for me!"

Almost! That's all!

The hooded man's face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he pushed the dagger with all his strength.

"Break your paralysis!"

Mud, you must have been stunned by the novel.

Shaking his head, Zhao Yan grabbed the hooded man's arm and twisted it, causing the dagger to slip off.

Then he threw him over his shoulder and threw him out.

boom!

The hooded man drew a graceful arc and hit the ground five meters away.

"puff..."

The man's blood surged and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"How many people have you killed? Tell me honestly."

Zhao Yan looked at him condescendingly.

Guilt perception can only tell how many people have been killed, but not how many.

"Haha, labor and management killed many people, including police officers and women. I can't remember clearly."

The hooded man licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed a sick smile.

"Is that so? Do you remember how you killed me?"

"Of course I torture them first and then kill them. You don't know how beautiful their wails are. The despair before their death makes me unable to extricate myself."

A look of deep intoxication appeared on the ugly face of the hooded man.

He knew that if he fell into the hands of a police officer based on what he had committed, he would definitely be doomed.

The only pleasure now is to see the expressions of regret and anger on the faces of the cops.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yan's reaction disappointed him.

"Is wailing nice?"

"Of course, that's the best sound I've ever heard."

"oh."

Zhao Yan understood, raised his foot and stepped hard on the hooded man's knee joint.

Click!

"ah!!!"

The hooded man rolled on the ground holding his legs.

He didn't expect that the note in front of him, who was having a good conversation, would suddenly attack him.

"It really sounds nice, and I kind of like it too."

He nodded in agreement, raised his foot, and stepped on the hooded man's other leg.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The hooded man broke into a cold sweat from the pain.

Both legs are now limp and unresponsive at all.

"You, who are you...are you not a cop?!"

When the police officer catches him, shouldn't he put handcuffs on him as soon as possible and call his companions?

Why, why did this kid abuse him when he first came up?

Ignoring the hooded man's question, Zhao Yan squatted down, grabbed the hooded man's arms and twisted them hard.

"Uh uh..."

The hooded man's body trembled and he was numb from the pain.

Zhao Yan clapped his hands and felt much more comfortable.

Sure enough, symmetry is more beautiful. Just now, the hooded man's hands kept moving wildly, which was very inconsistent with Quiet's legs.

"I'm sorry, your wailing was so beautiful that I couldn't hold it back for a while."

"..."