Chapter 595： Strong shot (1/2)

Seeing this, Jiang Hao also turned his head, a little furious and sternly shouted again: ”I asked you to let her go, didn't she hear it?”

The old Burmese man insisted: ”Take the money and let others go.”

”Click!”

In the next second, Jiang Hao shot unceremoniously, and slapped the old Burmese man's wrist.

After a crisp sound, the hand bone that was holding Han Tong was chopped off and drooped directly.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Hao hugged Han Tong in his arms.

”what--”

In the next second, a heart-piercing howl resounded through this exhibition hall, and many people here were horrified.

And Han Tong was so scared that he turned around and buried his face in Jiang Hao's arms.

Soon, the surrounding old Burmese comrades yelled, ”Call the police and arrest these two damned Chinese people.”

”Catch me?”

Hearing this, Jiang Hao sneered: ”I think you should be arrested for these black businessmen, it is simply ruining the reputation of your country!”

”Young man, you should leave here as soon as possible. The old Burmese police officer will come, and you really can't leave.”

Most of the people nearby were Chinese, and one of the older uncles kindly persuaded Jiang Hao to leave here.

Jiang Hao smiled at the uncle: ”It's okay, they can't help me, I will send them all in today.”

After that, he took out his mobile phone and called Ang Memino directly: ”I encountered a little trouble on the public market. You send someone to the exhibition hall on the first floor to help me solve it.”

He didn't go to Wu Min, because it was too far away to quench his near thirst. It would take two hours to come here, so he had to call Ang Memino.

After all, she is her own woman, so she can do whatever she wants.

On the phone, Ang Memino said directly: ”I'll let people from the gendarmerie come to look for you.”

”Okay, I'll wait for them.”

Jiang Hao responded and hung up the phone.

Then, he didn't leave here, but looked at Han Tong, who also looked panicked, and explained to her some little knowledge on how to identify jade.

In fact, Jiang Hao is also a layman for identifying jadeite.

But still knows more than Han Tong.

It was also vivid, and Han Tong also listened earnestly.

Ten minutes later, two old Burmese police officers in their thirties came in, holding rubber sticks in their hands, and asked pretentiously: ”Who is fighting here?”

The old Burmese man who yelled to call the police before stepped forward and stuffed some money into the hands of an old Burmese police officer, then pointed to Jiang Hao and said, ”It's the Chinese man. He interrupted my companion's hand. The woman beside her also cracked the stone of our exhibit.”

Taking bribes is also the gray income of some old Burmese police officers, otherwise their salary will not even be enough for food.

The two old Burmese police officers received the benefits, so naturally they had to stand up for the old Burmese man, and they walked towards Jiang Hao with their batons together.

As soon as I arrived near Jiang Hao, I heard an old Burmese police officer shout: ”Huaxia, hold your head in your hands and squat down!”

Jiang Hao looked at them, rolled his eyelids, and said coldly, ”If you want to catch me, just wait a while.”

After another old Burmese police officer listened, regardless of the three or seventy-one, he slammed the rubber stick towards Jiang Hao, cursing and said: ”Mama's naughty leather, did you squat down and didn't hear it?” ”

”Huh—”

Jiang Hao's eyes were quick, and he shook the rubber stick that had been smashed away. He said with a stern face: ”I warn you, dare to insult me ​​again, do my hands on me, I will let you guys go around!”

”court death!”

The old Burmese police officer's authority was challenged, and he was furious. He waved his rubber stick again and smashed it down.

”Nima's!”