Christine looked at him quietly, and Fang Han smiled: "Then let's see you again. If you have any questions, you can communicate with each other by phone!"

"Don't you want me to look for you?" Christine stared at him with a smile.

Fang Han smiled and said, "It is best not to meet me. If you meet me and be seen by your colleagues, you must write it randomly to affect your reputation."

"I'm not afraid of what you are afraid of!" Christine said angrily: "Fang Han, are you afraid of me?"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head.

Christine hummed, “I will come to you again!”

Fang Han said: "Be careful!"

Christine came over and hugged her arms. Fang Han did not retreat and avoided her. She still hugged her neck, and Youxiang's soft red lips kissed her cheeks.

"Goodbye!" Christine smiled and waved her hand, and left the cafe lightly, and disappeared from Fang Han's vision.

Fang Han smiled and shook his head. He was very happy to see Christine recovering from clarity. He did not do his best to save others in vain, and he felt very accomplished.

When he spread his palms, his eyes fell on the deformed bullet, his smile disappeared, his eyes flashed, and he calmed down again, returning to normal.

He waved to a car and came to a slum.

Getting out of the car, he looked at the messy and dirty building. The bumpy street was lined with dilapidated houses, and some swearing words were scribbled on the walls, venting the anger in people's hearts.

The driver drove away in a flash, not daring to stay here for too long. It was chaotic and dark. A stranger came in like entering the Amazon rainforest.

Fang Han stepped in and came to an alley. Four black young men gathered around and greeted him enthusiastically: "Hi, friend!"

As they spoke, they took out a gun from their arms and pointed it at Fang Han: "Take all the valuables on them!...Friends, we don't want to shoot, hurry up!"

Fang Han frowned and looked at them, his figure flashed and returned to its original state. He was already holding four guns in his hand, quietly watching the four black young men.

They looked at Fang Han with their right hand and then, their eyes fell on the four guns in their hands, and looked at Fang Han in shock. They didn't realize what was going on.

Fang Han shook his hands gently. The magazine landed on the ground. He stepped on it, and the four magazines fell into the ground. He handed the four guns over: "Please give it up!"

The four black young men took a step back and stared at him vigilantly.

Fang Han shook his head helplessly: "I really want to kill you. You are dead!...I'm in a hurry. Give me a minute!"

"Who are you?!" the young black man in front of him asked loudly.

He had a silver ring as big as a little finger on his left nostril, and his tall body was full of flesh. Fang Han seemed to be a child or an adult in front of him.

Fang Han put on makeup. Even the people around him couldn't recognize him.

He glanced impatiently, and the young people opposite him were shocked. Living in this area was cautious, fearing that they would offend people they should not offend, so they were very sensitive, and Fang Han made them feel dangerous.

Another black young man coughed and laughed, "Friend, I'm sorry, let's go!"

Fang Han waved his hand, and the four of them took the gun and disappeared.

Fang Han ignored them, walked through the alley to a building, went up to the third floor and knocked on the door of a family. The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a gun was watching him quietly.

Fang Han's figure flashed, and the middle-aged man flew out and fell onto the dilapidated floor, his eyes were blank, and he did not realize that the gun in his hand was gone.

Fang Han turned around and closed the door, came over and squatted down, pressing his right palm against the middle-aged man's forehead.

The middle-aged man tried hard to move, but his body was silent. He refused his instructions and pain rushed in like a tide. He had a split headache and fell into a coma after a moment.

After a while, Fang Han withdrew his right hand, frowned and thought for a while, turned around and left, took a few more steps, and came to a bar.

The Black Panther Bar has a door open, but there is no movement inside. It is the bustling evening. He picks up the curtain and enters. It is very wide, with a few chairs and a long counter.

An old man with snow-white hair was wiping a wine glass with a towel, slowly, focused and quiet. Fang Han walked over and sat in front of the stage and knocked on the stage twice: "A glass of whiskey!"

The old man looked at him with a smile, took out a wiped cup and poured it on him: "This is your first time, my friend?"

Fang Han nodded: "Come and find a friend."

"What's the name?"

"Johnnyal."

"...It seems that there is no such person." The white-haired old man shook his head.

Fang Han took out a photo from his arms: "That's him."

The white-haired old man stared at him and waved: "Come in!"

He took Fang Han into the back room. Two strong black men stood outside the house with guns. When he saw Fang Han coming in, he stared at him tightly.

There was a quiet living room inside the house. The white-haired old man gave up his seat. The two sat opposite the coffee table. A strong black man came over and handed over two glasses of wine.

The white-haired old man took a sip of wine and asked lightly: "Do you have any detailed information about this person?"

Fang Han shook his head: "He is the owner of a bar and a member of the gang."

"What kind of gang?" the white-haired old man frowned.

Fang Han said: "Scythe Gang."

"Well, 100,000!" The white-haired old man had bright eyes: "The deposit is 10,000!"

"The deposit is 10,000?" Fang Han frowned: "So much?"

"This is our first time doing business, so we give you a discount. If you say that the old customer deposit is 50,000 yuan, this is the rule of this industry!" said the white-haired old man with a smile.

Fang Han nodded slowly: "Okay!"

He bent his fingers and bounced three times. The little stone hit the three people, stiffly standing there. Fang Han stood up and closed the eyes of the three people, and put his right palm on the forehead of the white-haired old man.

After a while, Fang Han frowned and pondered, got up and left the Black Panther Bar. Three days later, the previous killer had a car accident, and the old man with white hair had a heart attack and all died.

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That evening, Fang Han picked up Luo Ya and the women and returned to the villa and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

F-force rarely interferes with the matters there, so he calms down and goes to school with them every day. He goes to the library to read without classes. Colsa has been discharged from the hospital and is very satisfied with his concentration. He has made faster study progress and finishes his senior year in one go.

He has a solid foundation. Learning in the future is like a snowball. The progress is getting faster and faster, and it is easier to learn, which surprised Colsa.

For the first time, Colsa encountered such a genius as Fang Han. He bullied Xu Gao, so he secretly regarded him as a closed disciple. He often called him to go and answer questions alone.

Fang Han's brain development level was separated from the scope of human beings and beyond the scope of geniuses. After carefully reading so many mathematical works, it was of great benefit to comprehend the laws of operation of this world. With his understanding of this world, the power of holy art is much more powerful.

Colsa recruits Fang Han as a graduate student, and he has the right to take the exam alone. Fang Han only needs to pass the exam to attend the graduate class. The exam is a piece of cake. There is no difficulty. He has passed it.

"Fang Han. Watch it!" Wang Ying pointed to the TV screen and shouted: "It's Ingret!"

Fang Han nodded, he had seen it.

Helentina smiled and said, "Ingret makes you so excited, Xiao Wangying?"

Wang Ying said: "It seems like a big case was solved. It's so amazing!"

Song Yuya said: "Wang Ying, why don't you go to the police exam after graduation? I think you are suitable for being a policeman and like to solve cases!"

"I only like to watch, not do it." Wang Ying shook her head and stared at the TV screen for a moment.

Two hosts, one man and one woman, are discussing the case solved by Ingret and Ingret's qualifications, which attracts the audience's attention.

The male host is about fifty years old, with snow-white hair and clear appearance. She has a university professor's demeanor. The woman has a blond hair and blue eyes, and her eyes are as beautiful as a flower. She smiles so hard that she can't stand her eyes.

"Tom, have you heard of this Ingret Police Officer?" said the blonde host with a smile.

The male host Tom nodded: "Officer Ingret was originally a senior official who was forced to f. He solved countless major cases. He didn't expect to join the New York Crime Team now... Haven't you heard of her, Jennifer?"

"I have heard of her and admired her very much, the pride of women." Blonde beauty Jennifer smiled and said, "It's really difficult for a woman to be in the position of the supervisor. Why did she leave the boss?"

Tom smiled and said, "Maybe it's personal reasons. I want to change the environment. Most people can't understand this kind of genius."

Jennifer said: "Our reporter Harris interviewed Ingret. She said she had a happy life in the New York Crime Team, with harmonious relationships with colleagues and working together to solve the case... No wonder she became a senior official, she is indeed very good at speaking!"

"Let's review the process of the New York subway murder case, and then we will explain in detail the case solving process of the New York Crime Team!" Tom said.

Fang Han and the others stared at the TV for a while and watched the case solve. Fang Han nodded. Although the process of solving the case hides some details, Ingret's genius can still be seen.

After watching it, the two hosts were also amazed. After changing to another police supervisor, they really couldn't do this step and couldn't solve this case. Ingret's talent is beyond the reach and he is indeed a genius.

"Fang Han, you didn't help, did you?" Luo Yanan turned his head and asked.

Fang Han shook his head.

Wang Ying exclaimed: "Ingret is really amazing!"

"She forced her to the New York Crime Team from F to the New York Crime Team, it is really much easier to solve the case!" Helentina said.

She has always been arrogant and admires Ingret very much. Both of them have high IQs and have achieved success in their respective fields.

Wang Ying said curiously: "Is it easier for the New York serious crime team to solve the case than the F-select?"

Fang Han smiled.

Helentina said: "Most of the cases of f-force are large cases that are interstate-wide. They are not familiar with the place and have limited support. The New York Crime Team is different. The surrounding environment is very familiar, especially those with amazing observations about her, and they can often find clues to solve the case."

Fang Han nodded with a smile.

Wang Ying asked: "Will Ingret not use Fang Han, you?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Well, I don't need me!"

"I'm very disappointed, right?" Wang Ying chuckled.

"Yes..." Fang Han smiled and said, "I am very disappointed to be able to calm down and study!"

Helentina glanced at him, pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing.

Fang Han had already caught up with her and was studying for a graduate student together. She felt that she was a fool in front of Fang Han and her sense of superiority towards others was gone.
Chapter completed!