Chapter 198

Mr. Ma, a knowledgeable teacher, recognized the most precious ritual tool used by Chinese kings to sacrifice to the earth at a glance. However, he restrained his inner shock and thunder, and quietly talked with Lucas tertize about the leisure. Mr. trezer wanted to understand what it was like to have lived at home for 100 years, but how could Mr. Ma possibly tell him the truth.

Mr. Ma's incarnation is Ma dahuayou: it's probably the fire stirring stick used to light fire in rural China in the past, or it's used by my mother-in-law when she pickled cabbage. What? You don't look like that? What do you know? Have you ever seen a local stove in China? Do you know what a septic tank is?

Does Martha's collector trick a German illiterate into playing? Finally, terlize licked his face and begged grandpa to tell Grandma to let Mr. Ma buy the jade Cong, and Mr. Ma also wriggled out two thousand marks with a hundred reluctant looks. Illiterate tercel was counting money in the inner room. He didn't know that even if it cost $22 billion, his Chinese grandfather Ma would try his best to take the jade Cong home.

Mr. Ma was in tears on the plane back home. During the ten hour flight, he was shaking like chaff and sobbing.

The largest jade Cong in China is only half the size of this one, which is priceless. This jade Cong has a history of more than 4000 years. It records the cultural heritage of China's 5000 year civilization. It has been handed down in the sacrificial ceremony of the emperors of all dynasties in China.

Mr. Ma donated the jade Cong to the country. After a hundred years of vicissitudes, the national treasure finally returned to its hometown!

After professional cleaning, maintenance and maintenance, jade Cong restored its original luster. The Dark Jade is thick and deep, and its weather seizing potential is breathtaking. In the independent exhibition hall, after being visited by the Chinese people, jade Cong was properly stored and easily disappeared, becoming one of the treasures of the Forbidden City.

The incident caused a stir in China and even spread to Europe. After hearing about it, he almost died of his anger and cried for half a month to get out of bed. But who can you blame? It was stolen by you. It was originally from China. Who makes you illiterate, who makes you lame? Cultural relics are actually selling at an eye price.

This is the story. So, the second level police officer Lucas terrice hated the Chinese for something he didn't deserve.

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"turn off! Show me your driver's license! " Tercel stood outside the car and said to Zhuoyang in a sullen voice.

Zhuoyang grinned and poked his head out a little: "good evening." According to the usual experience, at this time, the other party should exclaim: it's Zhuo, go out to play? Did you eat it

"Get your hands off the steering wheel and get out of the car now! Put your hands where I can see them! " Terzer stared.

“……” Zhuoyang didn't expect it. "Officer, i..."

"I'll say it again, get out of the car now! Put your hands where I can see them! " Terzer roared.

Zhuoyang walked out of Porsche a little angrily: it seems that the goods don't know me! He felt a bit big: "Hi, I'm Maddy..."

"Shut up, damn foreigners. Turn around and put your hands on the roof. " He didn't want to hear Zhuoyang at all, and he smelled the strong smell of alcohol.

Zhuoyang was a little reluctant, but after a moment of hesitation, he did.

"Now tell me, where's your license?" At this time, he had guessed that Zhuoyang might not have a driver's license.

“…… Sorry No. " Zhuoyang has no choice but to admit it.

"Damn foreigners, you're under arrest. Legs apart, hands behind the head. " With that, tercel kicked Zhuoyang's calf, trying to force him to separate his legs.

All of a sudden, Zhuo Yangdeng was angry when he received this. He turned around and caught tricce's left hand with his backhand. It was going to happen immediately.

The cold muzzle of a hk-p7 Police Pistol was put on Zhuoyang's forehead.

It's hard for anyone who hasn't experienced it to realize the feeling of being held in the head by the muzzle of a gun. It's a naked death threat.

Zhuoyang wakes up in a moment. After a short fear, he calms down quickly and controls the conditioned reflex that almost erupts in his body. Zhuoyang's brain analyzes the situation as fast as the speed of light.

Terzer's partner also bowed five meters to the side and aimed at Zhuoyang. If they met with resistance, they would not hesitate to shoot.

Li, director of the teaching and Research Office of military sports of the college, is a famous fighting expert of the whole army. He has nothing but one move to defeat the enemy. Zhuoyang once practiced with Uncle Li for a summer vacation. Zhuoyang is a genius.

In a thousandth of a second, Zhuoyang's brain had been running tens of thousands of circles, and he was instantly convinced that he had at least seven ways to kill the gun in his hand before terzer reacted. There are four ways to snatch the hk-p7 with a blank hand before the shot goes off, and at least two ways to use tertezer as a meat shield after taking the pistol.

However, the other side is the police!

The pig's face turned white with fright, and his voice changed: "Zhuoyang, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."no way! We can't resist. If we don't want to make things bigger, if we don't want to go to jail or hide in Tibet and become fugitives, we can't resist. Zhuoyang learned to control his emotion from music, which made him avoid impulse at this moment and make things impossible to clean up.

Zhuoyang gave up, he silently turned around, let the second level police officer Terley to twist his hands and put handcuffs on him.

"You're under arrest! You are suspected of driving without a license, dangerous driving after drinking, serious speeding, and suspected of attacking the police. You have the right to remain silent... "

Zhuoyang's most important 18th birthday, his adult gift, this night, Zhuoyang spent alone in the detention room of Hanover police station.

Zhuoyang is very smart. I have never seen or heard of him. He refused to answer any arraignment or inquiry, saying that he would not answer any questions until there was no lawyer present, and he believed that his friends were already beginning to think of ways.

In the sultry detention room, Zhuoyang began to reflect on the whole thing. There's no doubt that he was wrong. Even if Constable territz was a jerk, he was not wronged. In addition to being suspected of assaulting the police, several other charges are iron facts. He began to analyze why such things happened to him, and why he would appear here at the time of complacency and the night of flowers.

It didn't take long for Zhuoyang to reflect bravely on the problem - he was a little inflated!

The success on the court and the achievements on the piano made him a star and favourite. He was filled with praise and flowers from the sky, which made everyone flatter and dote on his chest. A few days ago, his failure on the pitch only made him reflect on the level of football competition, but did not touch his soul. It happened by chance, but it is inevitable. He forgot the words that his father had hung on the wall in the small study and told him - caution alone!

Thinking of his father, Zhuoyang couldn't help being upset. If I let my father know, I can imagine how disappointed he will be with himself!

However, Zhuoyang did not know that his troubles were far more than that.