If you don't agree, do it! Roll up your sleeves, empty your property and go back to the country

The four people formally reached an agreement. As for whether to kill or not those who could not be found out later, it still depends on the results of the investigation.

It was estimated that Captain Li would be here soon. Fang Meng took out a Type 67 holster from his waist, which contained a Type 54 pistol and two boxes of matching Type 51 pistol bullets. He grabbed Bai Nuo's little hand and put them both in her hand.

"Keep this gun for now. I originally wanted to get you a Type 65 pistol. It's smaller and more sophisticated, but that gun was only finalized a few years ago and hasn't started mass production yet. If I take it out casually, I'll probably get into trouble. I'll have to use this for now."

An Yun looked down at the pistol with a strange expression on his face, and finally looked at Fang Meng with a puzzled look on his face: "Brother, I understand that you pamper your sister, but you don't have to get her a gun directly!

These days, guns and ammunition are extremely scarce in every department. A specially hired portrait artist at a county public security bureau was given a 54 pistol. Isn't that a bit extravagant?

He, the chief secretary of the county political commissar's office, is not even qualified to carry a gun!

Fang Meng raised the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of smugness and pride in his eyes as he looked at An Yan, which An Yan couldn't understand. "You don't understand this. The criminal portrait artist industry originated abroad. We are still in the exploratory stage of this skill in China. It would be great if the criminal investigation department of the entire public security system in the country can recruit five professional criminal portrait artists.

I contacted Jingyang last night and submitted Nono's information. Criminal portrait artists of Nono's level are the talents we need most in our industry at the moment. We got special approval from the higher-ups and just received a reply this morning. Currently, Nono is ostensibly a specially-appointed portrait artist of the Fuxing County Public Security Bureau, but secretly he is a specially-appointed specialist of our special operations team.

Her application for firearms license was also approved. After all, scarce talents need to be protected.”

An Yan grabbed Fang Meng's sleeve with an unconvinced look on his face, and asked with gritted teeth, "I've worked tirelessly with you, and I've been with you on two cases, and why am I still just a temporary worker?

Also, tell me honestly, is your immediate superior from the Fang family? Why are you so wicked? You've really figured out the old trick of killing the donkey after it's done its work."

Fang Meng pulled the hand away in disgust and rolled his eyes at it: "Stay away from me, what's the point of two grown men arguing with each other? Just tell me whether I gave you the reward last time or not. It was you who said you only wanted the money and tickets."

"..."

I thought that since I was already thrown into that small, broken county town, I might as well just give it a try. In a life of giving it a try and living a dull life, money is of course the most important thing.

An Ruo curled his lips in grievance, but he dared not say anything because he was in the wrong.

"Let's ignore him. He's just putting on an act all day long." Fang Meng rolled his eyes at An Yun, then turned to look at Bai Nuo and warned, "I'll pick you up tonight. Make sure you keep your gun close to you."

"I got it. Don't worry." Bai Nuo nodded, lowered his head to check the pistol, and finally hung the holster on his belt and buckled it at the back of his waist.

It's true, except for when he was a child and was taken to the shooting range in the compound by his uncle or Uncle Fang to practice shooting, Bai Nuo had never used such an outdated pistol. It was quite novel.

On the other side, An Zheng was complaining to Liu Yanan with a wronged look on his face. They were all kids who grew up in the compound, and who didn't like knives, guns, and sticks? He used to be a civilian in the county as the county political commissar and had no chance to be equipped with a gun. Now he finally had the chance, so why was he the only one who didn't have one?

"Okay, stop howling!"

Liu Yanan pinched her brows helplessly. She had discovered that whenever there was an outsider present, their secretary An Da would transform into a county party committee secretary with an elegant and noble temperament and mature and steady work style.

As long as there are no outsiders around, especially in front of Fang Meng and Bai Nuo, this guy will instantly age 20 years younger, just like going back to his mother's womb. How childish!

"Here, here, here. I applied for it for you when you came here. My dad and Secretary Li both signed it. From now on, this will be your gun."

Liu Yanan pulled out a holster from his waist and thrust it directly at him. His face was clearly full of disgust, but the indulgence in his tone was very obvious.

An Yan immediately took the holster with a look of surprise, looked up at Liu Yanan standing in front of him, and was as happy as a 200-pound child: "When did you apply for it? How come I didn't know about it? Yanan, you are so kind!"

"Come on, what do you know!" Liu Yanan rolled his eyes in disgust, but the corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably.

"Hehehehe!" An Ruwo held his precious gun and smiled foolishly.

"Hehehe!" Bai Nuo supported his chin with both hands, eating the melon from his cousin and handsome sister, smiling foolishly!

Liu Yanan: “…”

Fang Meng: “…”

I guess no one would believe that these two are not siblings!