Rushing up to Yang Luo, he raised his foot to kick. | Yang Luo waved his hand： "Stop！"
Amazingly, the fat man's raised foot really stopped in mid-air, not kicking down.
When people looked at Yang Luo in confusion, they saw he was holding a small green booklet and waving it in front of Fatty. "What, you doubt where this gun came from？ This is my gun permit."
Fatty slowly lowered his foot, took the booklet, and opened it. When he saw the words, his face turned from red to white. His eyes locked onto a few characters: 'General Office of the Central Military Commission.' Cold sweat began beading on his forehead, and his breathing grew a little rapid.
What did this gun permit mean？ It meant this mentally unstable guy in front of him had serious backing. Not only was the gun legal, but he could shoot any suspicious target without legal consequences. Even if it was later proven that the person he shot was innocent, only the Central Military Commission's functional departments could handle the case—no other authority had the right to intervene.
Fatty's hands started trembling. Yang Luo chuckled, reached out two fingers, and took back the permit. "Fatty！ Can I go now？"
Fatty nodded woodenly. Yang Luo grinned and patted him on the shoulder. "See you around, buddy. I'll definitely come pay my respects someday."
Fatty watched Yang Luo leave and let out a sigh of relief. But just as his heart was starting to settle, the corner of his eye suddenly twitched wildly—because he saw that lunatic coming back.
Yang Luo walked over and asked very seriously, "Fatty！ Do I really not look like a thug dressed like this？" Fatty nodded.
Yang Luo frowned and said, "You're a cop, so you must've caught a lot of thugs. So tell me, how should I dress to look like one？" Fatty was about to cry. If this kept up, that lunatic was going to drive him insane.
Fatty's face crumpled, and he had no idea how to answer. Yang Luo waved his hand. "Forget it！ I'll figure it out myself." With that, he turned and walked away.
Bei Yinyao stood there watching as Yang Luo disappeared into the crowd. A little hollow feeling settled inside her, as if she had lost something very important, leaving her heart feeling empty.
This time, Fatty didn't relax until he saw Yang Luo completely disappear. One officer said, 'Chief！ That ID he showed you couldn't be fake, could it?'
Fatty glared at him： 'I've been a cop for so many damn years, you think I can't tell if it's real or fake？'
The officer said innocently, 'But I just can't believe that lunatic's gun is legal.'
Fatty ignored him and walked over to the corpse, feeling even more shocked. 'One shot, two kills.'
The major walked over, crouched down, and examined the deep bullet hole on the bandit's temple. 'Must be a steel-core bullet, otherwise it wouldn't have that much penetrating power. Especially under those conditions—his precise judgment and firing speed really impressed me.'
Fatty took a deep breath. 'I wonder just who the hell he really is.'
The major thought for a moment and said, 'No officer's ID but carries a gun, and has a gun permit issued by the Central Military Commission. There's only one possibility： this guy used to be a soldier, and with a very special status. He must hold a lot of secrets; the gun was probably given to him for self-defense.'
Fatty was now truly regretful, wishing he could slap himself twice. How could he not think it through? Since the guy dared to pull out his gun right in front of the cops, it proves it was legal.
After coming out, Yang Luo kept wandering the streets, muttering to himself： 'What kind of clothes should a pervert wear？ How should I dress to look the part？' Then he looked at his own outfit. 'Could it be that my look really doesn't fit？'