Chapter 312: Sun Nian, Sun Xianghuo
Besides, when it comes to enemies, there's no need to distinguish between male or female, ugly or beautiful, or even what they actually are.
Hitting her, beating her, slashing her, or zapping her with lightning—there's absolutely nothing wrong with any of that.
As long as you can knock the opponent down, that's all that matters. Because as for a "heart-stopping kick," you only know what that feels like once you're the one getting kicked!
However, the opponent was clearly watching Wang An's every move.
As the lady walked toward Wang An, she lifted the hem of her cotton overcoat.
While Wang An admitted he couldn't beat this woman in a fistfight, when it came to the speed of drawing a gun and marksmanship, he had never conceded to anyone!
It had to be said that this lady's draw speed was not slow at all.
Since Wang An was sitting on the ground and his coat was partially pinned beneath him, the process of reaching into his pocket was honestly not very smooth.
This resulted in the two of them drawing their guns almost simultaneously, and then chambering rounds almost simultaneously.
When they both pointed their guns at each other, Wang An became a bit unsettled and felt somewhat panicked.
Because Wang An suddenly realized that he couldn't afford to provoke this woman!
If he only looked at the hat, Wang An wouldn't have cared. A hat is just a hat; whether it's regulation or not, so what?
These days in the city, it was quite normal for ordinary people to wear regulation hats.
As long as a family member worked in a relevant unit, these hats were issued, and wearing one wasn't unusual.
Many people even wore regulation clothes, albeit the kind without shoulder straps, so Wang An hadn't paid it any mind at first.
But the way this woman lifted her coat, the way she drew and chambered her gun, and the way she held it to aim—it was all far too standard!
These movements were incredibly fluid and seamless, as if they were carved into her very bones, forming a subconscious set of actions. This was clearly the result of specialized training.
Most crucially, after she lifted her coat, she was wearing a green regulation uniform and specialized cotton shooting mittens on her hands.
These mittens were a hybrid between gloves and mittens.
The thumb and index finger were separate, while the middle, ring, and pinky fingers were bundled together.
Furthermore, to facilitate shooting, there was an opening at the tip of the index finger, allowing it to be exposed.
Additionally, the gun this woman was using was also a regulation Type 54.
Everything Wang An saw pointed to one conclusion.
This lady was a police officer.
After realizing this, Wang An's heart truly raced. What was the point of pointing a gun at her? Did he actually dare to fire?
In Huaxia, only people with mental issues or those carrying a "massive secret" would dare to clash with the police.
Wang An's mind was perfectly fine, and the things he was involved in were supposed to be unknown to everyone.
Moreover, his wonderful new life had just begun; why would he want to fight to the death with a police officer?
Thus, after swallowing hard a few times, Wang An spoke the first words he had uttered since meeting her.
Wang An said, sounding intentionally erratic
"This... this brave hero, how about... how about we both put our guns down?"
The reason Wang An said "brave hero" instead of "comrade" was because he thought that if he treated her like a man, she might just let the matter slide.
But things had reached a point where they wouldn't go according to Wang An's wishes.
The lady spoke with a hint of irritation, "Are you blind? Who are you calling a 'brave hero'?"
Wang An blinked awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
At this moment, the lady's face was flushed red, clearly thinking of something embarrassing. She asked sternly, yet with a hint of urgency
"Speak. While you were hiding here just now, what did you see?"
Wang An immediately frowned, putting on an innocent and very confused expression
"See what? I was hunting sparrows. Oh, right, I just saw a squirrel—a huge one! If you hadn't kicked me, I would have shot it dead."
After speaking, Wang An put on a complaining expression, as if he were blaming the lady for kicking him without knowing the facts.
To be honest, Wang An—a man who could speak the language of people to people and the language of dogs to dogs—was quite talented at acting.
Regardless, the woman seemed to be genuinely fooled.
The female officer knitted her willow-leaf eyebrows and looked at Wang An, seemingly pondering the truth of his words.
Striking while the iron was hot, Wang An continued to act innocent: "Uh, comrade, I still don't know why you kicked me?"
The female officer didn't answer. Instead, she stared intently at Wang An, as if observing his expression for any signs of lying.
Wang An was all too familiar with this expression; it was exactly what police used to interrogate suspects.
Truthfully, let alone this young female officer, even a veteran criminal investigator wouldn't be able to read anything from Wang An's face.
A man who had spent his time buying and selling on the black market, trafficking guns, and spending half his life behind bars.
Trying to judge truth from falsehood based on his expression? Was she joking?
After asking, Wang An naturally flipped the safety on his Type 54 and put it away.
Keeping a gun pointed at a cop? Forget that; it was better to put it away as soon as possible.
Mainly, he didn't want to end up back in the "fence" over such a small matter and be charged with assaulting an officer—that would be fucking disgusting.
The key was that this woman hadn't been carrying her gun in her hand before she approached, so Wang An had dared to gamble that she wouldn't just shoot him dead.
Sure enough, seeing Wang An put his gun away, the female officer also put hers away, looking preoccupied.
Although she couldn't tell if Wang An was lying, Wang An could tell what she was thinking.
She was simply wondering whether Wang An had seen her big backside.
Wang An didn't want to linger. This woman was simply too fierce, and she was a cop to boot; he couldn't beat her in a fight, nor could he afford to provoke her.
Therefore, Wang An only wanted to stay as far away from her as possible.
After a short while, Wang An saw her slide the gun back into the holster at her lower back and let out a deep sigh of relief.
Then Wang An said, "Well, comrade, you get back to your business, and I'll get back to mine."
Having said that, Wang An turned and walked away without hesitation.
Just then, a man's shout came from the distance: "Niannian! Sun Nian!"
Hearing the call, the female officer quickly answered, "Yeah, I'm over here!"
Hearing their voices, Wang An instinctively looked back.
This woman's surname was Sun. Unless there were special circumstances, she was likely a member of Sun Dafu's clan.
But it didn't matter which clan she belonged to; it had nothing to do with Wang An. As long as he stayed away from her, he wouldn't be harmed.
Just as Wang An had walked about a dozen meters away and was planning to continue searching for sparrows or squirrels, he saw the woman named Sun Nian meet up with a middle-aged man also wearing a police uniform.
Then, Wang An watched as they walked toward Kaoshan Village.
He could be certain that Sun Nian was a member of the Sun family, but he couldn't be sure of her generation.
Since Sun Dafu was the sixth child and he'd never heard of Sun Dafu having a younger brother, did that mean Wang An and Sun Nian's father were of the same generation?
Then, Wang An suddenly remembered that in his previous life, during this same year, a new Public Security Bureau Chief had been transferred to DJ County.
This chief was named Sun Xianghuo, a very forceful leader. After taking office, the public security in DJ County improved significantly.
However, after less than a year, it was said he was transferred to Bingcheng.
But he had truly never heard that Sun Xianghuo had such a beautiful daughter. How mysterious!