The Moab Police Station is a simple white and gray bungalow.

It was afternoon tea time, and five dark blue and white police cars were parked in front of the store.

Inside the police station, nearly 30 male and female police officers were drinking coffee and having afternoon tea.

Loud laughter and chatter could be heard from time to time, making one think this was a country bar rather than a strict police station.

Lin Dong's red pickup truck screeched to a halt next to a police car, with only two or three centimeters between them on one side, the position perfectly aligned.

Showing off his superb parking skills, Lin Dong pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The laughter and chatter inside the police station piqued his interest.

He grinned and slowly walked inside...

At the entrance of the police station, there is a rectangular desk where a chubby middle-aged town policeman is eating a sandwich with gusto. On the desk, there is also a cup of coffee and a few slices of cheese bread.

Who are you looking for?

The middle-aged, overweight policeman saw an unfamiliar Asian man walk in through the door and reflexively asked a question.

"I'm here to find the police."

Lin Dong was all smiles, not at all like someone who would seek help from the police when in trouble.

The middle-aged, overweight policeman immediately became alert. He put down his sandwich and carefully examined Lin Dong's face.

Suddenly, this handsome face gradually overlapped with a special investigation warrant sent by the CIA and FBI.

"It's him! That's right, this Asian man is the highway killer who traveled between two states and killed 63 state troopers!"

The chubby policeman felt ice-cold all over, and his right hand instinctively reached for his gun.

Lin Dong stood three meters in front of the square table, smiling as she stared at him: "You know who I am now?"

"Very good, next... I hope your gun is fast enough."

"Otherwise, you would be the 64th policeman to die, heh heh..."

The middle-aged, overweight policeman, his palms sweating, had his fingers already touching the pistol handle at his waist, but immense fear prevented him from drawing his gun.

"What? Afraid to take a gamble?"

Lin Dong's smile remained, but his fluent English accent had changed, giving off a somewhat cold feeling.

"I'll count to three, and we'll see if your gun is faster, or my hand is faster?"

“3.......”

“2.......”

"Ah~ You Eastern devil!"

"Bang!"

Unable to withstand Lin Dong's overwhelming pressure any longer, the chubby policeman yelled and recklessly drew his gun and fired.

The rapidly fired bullet struck Lin Dong's afterimage.

Lin Dong flashed to the side of the fat policeman. He was so fast that the fat policeman felt a pain in his throat before he could fire a second shot.

An icy chill instantly spread to every pore of my body.

He instinctively covered his throat.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Fresh blood gushed out from between his fingers.

The middle-aged, overweight policeman knew that his throat had been cut.

Life was slipping away from him little by little...

"Sorry, you're too slow!"

Lin Dong's icy voice drifted lightly into the fat policeman's ears.

"Why... glug... glug... Why?"

The fat policeman, on the verge of death, struggled to squeeze out a word, his bulging fish eyes filled with intense resentment.

Are you asking me...why?

Lin Dong glanced at the guy and said softly:

"Because you were born in this country, and unfortunately, you met me."

Before the fat policeman could die, he wiped the bloodless dagger and walked inside.

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The middle-aged, overweight policeman's shouts when he fired his gun alerted the police inside.

It wasn't until the gunshots rang out that the town police realized they were in trouble.

In broad daylight, someone actually dared to break into a police station?

It doesn't matter who fired the shot outside; what matters is that they must teach the intruders a lesson.

Otherwise, where would the Moab Police Department's reputation be?

Of the more than twenty town police officers, except for a few who were in clerical positions, all the others drew their pistols.

Two particularly fierce ones actually picked up a Remington shotgun each.

"Which brat dares to cause trouble at the Moab Town Police Station? Are they out of their mind?!"

The first thing the male town police officers who rushed out saw was the middle-aged, overweight officer who was clutching his throat and had just slipped and fallen to the ground.

"Ryan!"

Ryan, how are you?

"Who are you? You... what did you do to Ryan?!"

......

Amid exclamations and questions, six loaded pistols were pointed at Lin Dong, who was a few meters away.

Soon, even more people poured out.

More than twenty dark gun barrels were pointed at Lin Dong.

"Put down the dagger and put your hands behind your head!!"

The lead officer, a male police officer in his fifties, shouted.

Judging from his appearance, he must be the head of this police station.

"Chief Hunter, he's armed!"

"He killed Ryan!"

Someone next to him reminded him.

The meaning is clear: when dealing with thugs who storm into a police station armed with weapons and attack or kill officers, just shoot them without hesitation. Why bother with warnings?

Chief Hunter thought it made sense and was about to order the shooting to begin.

But Lin Dong's face gave him a jolt.

"Wait...you...you're that highway killer?!"

Upon hearing the term "highway killer," the surrounding police officers' expressions changed drastically.

Holy crap! What's going on here?

Aren't highway killers supposed to specifically target police officers who try to stop their cars?

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