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After lunch, I continued to patrol and recognize people. After the shooting incident, Feng Bao said more and more, and seemed to be a little repulsive to Du Qian: "I will write your patrol log for you tonight. You can copy it tomorrow. Remember not to copy it wrong, let alone change it. Some things, you will gradually understand. As a patrol police, you can't do it randomly, as it will hurt others and yourself."

"It's... the thief..." Du Qian responded, staring at the berth in front of him, the skinny man with a mustache, had just succeeded. The owner was a middle-aged man. From his clothes, it can be seen that he should be a dock coolie.

"I didn't see it." Feng Bao grabbed Du Qian who wanted to rush up. The newcomer was troublesome. There were different ways to bring different newcomers. If you were Miss Mi before, you couldn't even pull it, and Feng Bao didn't dare to pull it. The other person's platform was too hard, and it was not comparable to Du Qian.

"This?" Du Qian didn't understand again. He didn't care about smuggling, shops, and thieves didn't care. Is this patrolman responsible for the hair? He won't just walk around the dock all day long.

"Xiao Qian, this big world is full of wonders, and existence is reasonable. Our Fisherman's Wharf is a small world with its own ecosystem. If you destroy one link, you will carry another link and finally destroy the entire ecosystem. The responsibility of our patrol police is to maintain the complete balance of this ecosystem. For other things, please pay more attention to less control. Remember, don't pull out the gun at will." Feng Baoyu said earnestly.

This... sounds so high-end. Should this be said from a young patrolman like Feng Bao?

Suddenly, Du Qian had an illusion that the one around him was not the little patrolman Feng Houshi, but His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire.

"Thieves, bastards, gangsters, and smugglers will never be extinct. If you catch a batch, there will be another batch. Each batch is different. If that is the case, why not let the most familiar and most obedient batches survive? This is more convenient to manage."

Why does Du Qian feel that the more he hears, the less he tastes? Is this what a patrolman should say? You are a thief and I am a soldier, and I am a natural mortal enemy.

As if guessing Du Qian's little thoughts, Feng Bao continued: "The empire is not the smartest, right? What are the dangers of these people in the gray area? People above cannot see it? For thousands of years, no matter what system of countries, can solve this problem? You should save money."

Du Qian felt that his mind was muddy and he had no basic ability to distinguish right from wrong. Feng Bao's words sounded awkward, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed quite reasonable.

"This is like a mosquito. Not only does it hate it, it can suck blood and infect diseases. Humans try to eliminate it in a different way. Is it possible? Maybe if the mosquito is completely eliminated, we humans will be done."

Feng Bao's metaphor is inappropriate, but Du Qian really listened to it.

While chatting, he recognized people. At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, he walked to an outside of a refreshment shop. Du Qian squeezed over: "Two iced tea and two donuts."

There were a lot of people around him, so he was naturally a little squeezed. He was hit by a hard object on his waist. I have to say that Du Qian's body was still very sensitive and could not see anything at all. Du Qian's body stiffened, and he could still feel the outline of the hard object.

After his body stiffened for a few seconds, Du Qian returned to calm again. He took the refreshments he bought at half price and walked slowly to Feng Bao and handed him a copy.

"No, iced tea with donuts, it's just right to eat it at this time." Feng Bao was very satisfied. The patrolman was not rich and would not be short of this little money. Du Qian could take the initiative to invite him twice to make him feel good. At least this kid knows how to respect his seniors.

"Uncle Feng, did the tall guy with a black face see it?" Du Qian asked softly while eating the donut, pretending to be very ordinary.

"Yeah!" Feng Bao responded without looking back.

"He has a gun." Du Qian believed in his feelings. The one that hit his waist must be a gun.

The Empire cannot ban guns. Any adult can buy guns. It can be available, but it cannot be brought to public places. That is illegal.

"I know, there is a flash bullet on my right leg." Feng Bao's face was really calm, unlike Du Qian who pretended.

"How to do it? It's called support?" Du Qian asked. According to his original intention, he and Uncle Feng could do it. They wouldn't be all martial arts monks.

The martial monks are very proud. Light weapons are not at all threatening to them. They don’t look down on that thing. Few martial monks will carry guns.

"Hehe..." Feng Bao smiled strangely, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. This kid made a big fuss in the morning and learned his lesson in the afternoon. As a patrolman, he is not afraid that you don't understand, but that you don't learn.

"That guy is from our bureau. Jiang Decheng from the Criminal Police Team's serious crime team seems to have a case, and this matter is not under our jurisdiction."

"It's a criminal policeman." Feng Bao's words surprised Du Qian. This is the benefit of being familiar with people. You can tell who they are at a glance. You don't have to live a nervous life like Du Qian.

"Well, I'm still a good detective, with a combat power of at least 15,000."

He is really a martial monk, but Du Qian can understand that he is carrying a gun. After all, he is a criminal policeman. Even if he can't use the necessary equipment, he has to carry it with him.

"Xiao Qian, there are many tricks in the police station. The four departments of the police station are not mentioned. What they want is talents who are proficient in calculations, that is, those with high education. The threshold of the criminal police team is not low. The minimum combat power requirement for the criminal police is 5,000. Most of the criminal police are martial monks, so our branch office has always been insufficient, but you can't recruit them. Unlike our patrol police, even a dog can be a patrol police as long as you wear a police uniform."

This is not very popular, but that is the fact that the one with the most staff in the Zhenbao Branch is the patrolman. But for a long time, the police force is not enough. The biggest gap is not the patrolman, but the criminal police and the Flying Tigers.

"Uncle Feng, what are the requirements for the Flying Tigers?" Du Qian asked curiously. Junior Sister Yao Jing seemed to be going to join the Flying Tigers, but her combat power was too outrageous and had no reference value.

"The Flying Tigers are the ultimate combat power of our police station. The minimum standard for newcomers to join the team is 30,000 combat power, and the spiritual martial arts on both hands are required to be condensed and completed." Feng Bao is an old patrolman, and everything is clear.

"What is the level of the guy I met today?"

"The combat power is above 10,000, and most of the right-hand spiritual martial arts condensed. It has not been completed yet. It should have just exceeded 10,000." Although Feng Baoli was far away at that time, his eyesight was hundreds of times stronger than Du Qian.

Du Qian discovered that Uncle Feng really couldn't help it. There was no question that could not be answered from him. He knew everything in the world. Such a talent was just a small patrolman?

"What are you thinking? Idiot, as long as you are a person, you have worked here for 30 years and don't even know these things. Isn't that a living dog at the age of a living? You have a good memory, much better than me back then. As long as you work here for a few years, you don't need to be more. After three years, you can reach my level. Your vision is still too low, and it will be better for a long time." Feng Bao seemed to be able to read the mind, and saw through Du Qian's thoughts at a glance.

He spoke lightly, but when he looked at Du Qian's surprised, envious, surprised, and even with a hint of admiration, Feng Bao felt very happy and enjoyed it very much.

This can also be guessed...

Work was finished at five o'clock, and the next shift of patrol officers had already arrived. They were in the same group as two people, in Du Qian's opinion, it was far more difficult than the day shift, the weather was cold, the sea breeze was strong, and the danger was higher.

Du Qian had no experience, but after a day, he felt that this knowledge had risen. At the Fisherman's Wharf at night, there were fewer boats and fewer people, and it was much colder than during the day, so it seemed that he had less time to live.

But just by thinking about it, you will know that doing things like smuggling is much safer at night than doing them during the day. The patrolman does not care about smuggling, but if you really hit you, you can't hide it even if you want to.

From Feng Bao, the mortality rate of patrol officers at night is more than six times higher than that of the day shift. Of course, the Fisherman's Wharf is relatively safe. There are very few patrol officers who die every year, and sometimes none a year.

Drive a patrol car, return to the branch office, swipe the card to get off work. There are too many things in the patrol brigade, so there are no morning and evening regular meetings of the criminal police and the Flying Tigers. Usually there is only one morning regular meeting once a week.

When Du Qian returned home, he felt very tired. In fact, walking for a day was not a big deal for Du Qian, who had a combat power of more than 5,000 and had almost reached 6,000, but he was so tired. It was really not easy to be a patrolman, and there were too many things to learn.

As expected, I was a little guy with no hair growing. When I arrived at the dock, I almost didn’t understand anything I understood. Uncle Feng asked me to give me some advice. Du Qian was sincerely grateful to Uncle Feng, the honest man.

By the way, there is also that fish. After Du Qian collected the fish, he kept thinking that there would be no bundle of money in the fish's belly. A fish weighing five or six pounds is not worth sending it to the manager of Piaoxue Trading Company in person, just send someone casually.

From Feng Bao's eyes, he saw a hint of envy. A fish must not allow a patrolman to show such an expression. What tricks are there in this?

Tearing open the oil paper outside the fish's body, Du Qianyi sat on the cold floor tiles in the kitchen: "Damn... it's really a fish."

Isn't this nonsense? Of course it's a fish, but this is not an ordinary fish. Du Qian knew that he had low knowledge and little knowledge, but he would never admit his mistake in this fish. This is a spirit fish.

He has seen many fishing boats unloading goods. The three types of fish are divided from the pickup. One is the most common sea fish, which is sold directly to a hotel and a hotel, or may enter a canned processing factory. The other is a broken fish, which can only be processed at half price.

There is another type. When you pick it up, security guards will stand on both sides of the teleportation track. The ones you pick it up are the spirit fish in front of you.

The world has spiritual energy and absorbs it into combat power. Not only can humans absorb spiritual energy and transform it into combat power, but animals and even plants can also do it.

Like humans, not all animals and plants can do this, and only a small number of them have such talent and ability.

A fish that can absorb spiritual energy and transform it into combat power is a spiritual fish.
Chapter completed!