Qin Zheng and twenty or thirty policemen stared in astonishment at Jin Baozi, who had descended from the sky and crushed the top of a car like a small mountain, left speechless.
Qin Zheng knew Jin Baozi, this 180-pound giant could easily take on dozens of people alone.
Clatter.
Drawing his gun from the holster at his waist, Qin Zheng stepped closer to the police car with Jin Baozi on top.
The other policemen also held their guns as they slowly approached the car where Jin Baozi was.
"Don't move! We're the police!" Qin Zheng warned.
But the mountain-like Jin Baozi, who had crushed the car roof, remained motionless and silent.
Suddenly, a policeman said, "Director Qin, he seems to have passed out."
Qin Zheng took a look, and indeed, Jin Baozi's head was tilted, eyes tightly closed, with a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Get him down." Qin Zheng returned his gun to the holster, as he knew Jin Baozi had lost consciousness, there was no danger.
