Electronic Nezha

Chapter 133 Who is it?
The first thing Old Wang said to me was, "Where have you been, you rascal? I haven't seen you all day."

Li Ping, who was carrying goods out, let out a disgusted "Eek~".

To me, this is the essence of everyday life.

Just then, the chubby boy's surprised voice came through the earpiece: "Is that you, Brother Feng?"

I walked to the side and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's a frame in my surveillance footage now—"

"What do you mean?"

"The green box represents safety, and the red box represents danger. Simply put, it's real-time facial recognition, which reduces my workload by more than 90%. Did you do it?"

I calmly replied, "Who else could it be but me?"

Who else could it be but Liu Zhenhua? This kid really put his heart into it for his elderly father.

The chubby guy clicked his tongue in admiration: "Awesome! This computing power, this clarity... Brother Feng, did you bless these civilian cameras?" Then his next sentence was, "Oh no, a person in the red frame has appeared!"

The koi's voice asked, "Has that fish appeared yet?"

The chubby boy paused and said, "No, it means the information shows that the person has a criminal record."

"A fugitive?" Koi asked.

The next second, Zhang Biao appeared in front of our stall with a nonchalant air.

This was the first time I saw him after he splashed Chen Feng. He was wearing a down jacket with the zipper undone, his hands gripping the sides of the jacket, staring at Li Ping with a smirk: "Ping'er, did you miss me?"

Li Ping said calmly, "Don't joke like that. We're not close. You can't call me Ping'er." With that, she turned to go back into the house.

"Pretty women really have no conscience. I went to jail for you."

Old Wang stepped forward and said, "Hey Zhang, if you're itching for a beating, just say so. I wasn't afraid of you before, but now it's even easier for me to beat you up."

Zhang Biao chuckled coldly and said, "You're wrong. I used to be a person of status. Now that I have nothing to lose, I'm not afraid of anyone. If you don't want to do business, I'll come here every day."

Sister Zhao was right; this thing is becoming less and less human.

Li Ping stopped Lao Wang and asked Zhang Biao, "What do you want to do?"

"I lost my job because of you, so you should give me some money to spend, right?"

Li Ping asked, "How many do you want?"

Zhang Biao licked his lips and said, "Give me 2000 first. If you don't want to take the money, that's fine too. Just date me, and I'll take care of you from now on."

Old Wang and I exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit emotional. This guy's bottom line was truly beyond our imagination. If his previous behavior of pestering Li Ping could only be described as annoying, his current attitude was truly disgusting and repulsive.

Hu Chunyan arrived late, pushing Li Ping into the house while exclaiming in an exaggerated tone, "What era are we living in? People still collect protection money? Does this market have no security guards or no men?"

The stall owners nearby, who had been watching the commotion, all said after hearing Hu Chunyan's words, "Zhang Biao, that's enough."

Zhang Biao twisted his neck and said, "Nobody should fucking get involved. If you want to fight, just come at me. I'm worried about not having anywhere to eat. I don't care if I stay in there for a few more days, but when I get out, none of you will have a good time!"

The stall owners looked at each other, then retreated back inside. You can't say they lacked backbone; this is exactly what small business owners fear most—being ruined from doing business.

I pointed to the buttons on my collar and said, "Koi, fire!"

Jinli yelled in frustration, "Stop messing around, bro! You want me to snipe his head off like a thug?"

"Don't you have those weird bullets in your gun that leave you dazed for six months after firing but don't kill anyone?"

"I have two kinds of bullets right now, one that can kill him, and the other that will make his death look terrible!"

I sighed. I knew that snipers couldn't be relied on in this situation. Jinli's skills were definitely not a problem, but he could do both assassination and defense. He just couldn't stand up to a piece of dog shit throwing a tantrum.

Zhang Biao grew increasingly smug, standing in front of Li Ping's house and peering out the window, shouting, "Ping'er, stop hiding! Do you expect outsiders to stand up for us in our relationship troubles?"

I gave Lao Wang a wink, and we flanked him from both sides. What else could we do? We had to act when the time came. We didn't even know if the bulletproof vest could stop his wild punches.

Just then, a tall figure rushed down the path. This person wore a mask and a woolen hat covering his forehead, revealing only his eyes. He quickly reached Zhang Biao from behind, grabbed his shoulder to make him face him, and coldly asked, "Do you know me?" "Who are you?"

Before Zhang Biao could finish speaking, the man raised his hand and shoved a large hole in his groin.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Biao's face swelled up on one side, and blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll make sure you don't recognize me!" After saying that, the man didn't waste any more words and ran quickly towards the market gate.

Zhang Biao was dumbfounded for a long time, then covered his face and asked me, "Who is that bastard?"

To be honest, I was stunned. I even suspected it was Hao Hao, but he was taller than Hao Hao.

Old Wang suppressed a laugh and said, "How would we know? Why don't you hurry up and chase after them?"

"You bastard, stop right there!" Zhang Biao shouted angrily as he chased after him.

"Hahahaha—" The stall owners in the market burst into laughter.

Li Ping peeked out and looked towards the gate, then whispered to me and Lao Wang, "Who is it?"

Old Wang scratched his chin and said, "They don't look like people from the market."

I went to the back of the house, fiddled with the button on the walkie-talkie, and asked, "Who is it?"

The chubby boy sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Captain, it's unfair that a dignified major would lay a hand on a thug."

That's when it dawned on me that the person was a dolphin...

With Zhang Biao's legs, how could he possibly catch up with the dolphin? In the time it took him to talk to me, the dolphin had already disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Zhang Biao covered his face and walked back to the market, cursing and shouting that he would call the police and check the surveillance footage.

“Hacker, clean things up,” I said.

"Do I need Brother Feng to tell me this?"

Koi laughed and said, "It has to be the captain. If it were Shark doing this job, he would never think of covering his face."

“Hiss—” The dolphin spoke up, “I’m just worried that Brother Feng will get into trouble and be disappointed in the organization. Brother Feng, the wool hat is from stall number 7 in row 2. You should return it to him later. I can’t go on a mission and violate two rules.”

Zhang Biao was just making a fuss. He was a thug who had just been released from the detention center. He got beaten up while acting like a scoundrel. Did he expect the police to go door-to-door checking surveillance footage for him? It only made the three-level superintendent and auxiliary police officers laugh at him.

At this moment, the chubby boy said, "Oh, an old acquaintance has appeared. Brother Feng, you should be careful in receiving him."

"Who is it?" I hadn't said anything else all morning.

"You'll know it when you see it."

I looked around but didn't see anyone I knew.

"Heavy Industry Cafe, anyone interested?" Someone handed me a flyer. I didn't even notice it at first, but when I heard the words "Heavy Industry Cafe," I looked up. The person handing out the flyer was a young man with slightly curly hair, wearing light brown sunglasses and an earring in his left ear. He looked stylish and handsome. As I looked at him, he pulled his sunglasses up on his nose and winked at me.

It's Hao Hao!
But if I hadn't already suspected it, I wouldn't have recognized Hao Hao.

With just a simple makeup application, his entire appearance and demeanor were transformed.

"We have a grand opening promotion: top up 300 yuan and get a free pot of coffee!" He handed out flyers all the way here, and the words were all prepared beforehand.

I carefully observed Lao Wang and Li Ping, but surprisingly, no one noticed anything amiss.

"Isn't this discount a bit small?" I said.

"Not young anymore..." It seems that although his appearance has changed, he still lacks experience.

I whispered, "You should say 'the more you recharge, the more you get,' and there's an extra gift pack for your first recharge every day."

"Brother, none of what you said is true." Hao Hao also whispered, "The task assigned to me by the Sixth Division is to distribute 500 flyers with the aim of getting zero recharge."

(End of this chapter)