White latte frowned.

Facing the chaos of a group of people, it is also a headache.

He thought for a moment and looked at Ma Dazhuang next to him.

"Brother Ma, you can do me a favor later.

"If I glar, you will slap anyone!

“Try to be as fast as possible.

"It's best to knock hard, it's best to faint."

Twitch your mouth?

Ma Dazhuang was stunned.

But Bai Latte took out his gun and strode forward!

These are all civilians, are you going to get a gun?

But I saw Bai Latte raise his gun to the sky and pull the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshots sounded, cursing and roaring in the cutscene!

The glass of the medical department followed the shock!

This shot attracted everyone's attention.

Some people were scared and were stunned for the moment.

Some people are brave and have to continue fighting!

Ma Da Zhuang understood it, followed Bai Latte's eyes and rushed into the field, slapped a half-large child who continued to beat him.

Bang!

The crisp slap also came into everyone's ears.

Bai Latte's eyes were cold and he glanced at the audience.

Whenever his eyes stopped, Ma Dazhuang rushed forward with his eyes. He was tall and big, and the tiger entered the flock of sheep and slapped a person!

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

After a few slaps, the whole audience was quiet.

White latte sighed.

"Everyone, listen to me..."

While talking, White Latte's eyes stared at the audience.

But I saw a middle-aged woman staring at her eyes and speaking, "Why should I hit someone..."

Bang!

A gunshot suppressed her voice.

But I saw a white latte muzzle, and the smoke of gunpowder was surging.

The middle-aged woman's hair is floating on her temples.

There was even a burnt red mark on the side of the cheeks.

The white latte blows off the gun smoke from the muzzle.

I saw liquid flowing out of middle-aged women's trousers.

The scene is temporarily under control.

The white latte immediately followed the line.

"The guns and cannons have no eyes, and the slap hurts people.

“Everyone is calm.

“I will ask questions one by one.

“Tell me if you’re bullied.

“Tell me if you have emotions.

"Tell me if you are wronged.

“All problems can be solved.

"Now, everyone, sitting cross-legged on the ground."

Everyone stopped talking.

Downstairs, there is only the sound of white latte speaking.

As if they were shocked, they sat cross-legged as they told.

...

The scene was controlled.

Chen Lu next to him had already calmed down when he saw the scene of the group squad where the demons were dancing.

One by one, a half-old child, and parents, were sitting cross-legged on the ground. Some were black-eyed, some had swollen faces, and some had broken heads and bleeding.

I saw Bai Latte walking into the crowd, playing with the revolver in my hand, and asking questions one by one.

Chen Lu frowned, unwilling to admit it, and had to accept it in her heart... This guy does have something to do.

...

Inside the medical department.

Dr. Xiaoyu looked at Bai Latte's figure and felt strange.

The impression of White Latte for a long time... is quiet and hardworking. I have never seen him so strong.

Lu Yiwen looked unhappy and muttered.

"As a garrison officer, who gives him the power to beat people?"

...

White latte walked in the crowd with a revolver.

He had a stern face and showed a cold expression.

He will ask everyone.

But if you only ask one question, you won’t listen too much. If you listen a little, you will be interrupted roughly.

Not just listening, his eyes will look at everyone, their eyes, their faces, and their injuries.

The child with a bloody head was full of grievance.

"That's obviously the painting I rented for, but it has not expired, so why should he get it back..."

The child not only had his head broken and bloody, but his clothes on his chest were torn.

Several children's clothes on their chests were torn?

Why chest?

Will it be related to heart-throwing?

White Latte will keep this detail in his heart.

He rudely interrupted the child's cry, "Stop talking!"

He stood up and waved to Dr. Xiaoyu to come and take the child to bandage.

Then ask the next one.

...

Chen Lu stood beside him, Zhao Xueqing also came, and several other guards rushed to help.

The situation was already under control, and they all frowned as they listened.

Why are the reasons for these children fighting so casually?

What kind of painting is it? Is it magical?

Chen Lu whispered to Ma Dazhuang, "What kind of painting is it?"

Ma Dazhuang replied quietly, "No clothes, the kind of fairy fighting."

Chen Lu remained silent for a long time.

This...as for?

...

After more than ten minutes, the white latte probably figured it out...
To be continued...