Chen Xueru looked at the gun, then at the rice spoon in her hand, and asked in confusion: "Do you always bring a rice spoon and a spatula with you when you go out?"
"Um!"
Chen Jun said seriously: "As a cook, it is reasonable for me to carry a rice spoon with me, right?"
"Uh...does that make sense?"
What decent person would carry a rice spoon and a spatula on his body when going out?
If what Chen Jun said was true, then I would have to carry two rolls of cloth when I go out, right?
Doesn’t the butcher have to carry a butcher knife when he goes out?
While the two were talking, the neighbors who heard the fighting also ran over to watch the fun.
When they saw someone beaten to a bloody pulp and a gun on the ground, they were immediately furious.
"My goodness, I've long said this family is abnormal. They keep the door closed in broad daylight. Turns out they are enemy spies!"
"Hiss, these enemy spies are really omnipresent. They are hiding in our alley. Quick, go find the police and take those damned enemies away and shoot them!"
"Yes, go find someone quickly, maybe we can pry something out of this guy."
So, the enthusiastic people of Beijing went to find the police.
After a while, a team quickly arrived at the scene.
As the Chinese New Year approaches, the number of thefts and robberies in the city increases, and more patrol teams are deployed in the city.
The leader was a young man in his early thirties, tall and strong, with eyes as sharp as an eagle.
When he led his men to the yard, he was shocked by the scene before him.
Good job!
There was a man tied up tightly on the ground, his head was beaten into a bloody mess.
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