Barehanded
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Jian had already rushed over. Her entire action was like a tiger coming down the mountain. She restrained the other party's hand that was holding the gun.
Swoosh!
The bullets shot into the sky, completely deviating from the trajectory that the man with the gun wanted to shoot out.
The Western man's expression turned especially fierce when he didn't succeed. He realized that… the person fighting with him was another woman.
Another Chinese policewoman?
Were the Chinese policewomen better than the Chinese male police?
"F*ck!" The Western man was embarrassed and angry as he cursed. This was not an easy Western man to deal with. His hand was restrained by Ye Jian, but he had already raised one leg to kick Ye Jian.
Ye Jian didn't dodge. She didn't release her grip on the other party's wrist either. Instead, she twisted his wrist and raised her leg to kick him.
Now that it was a close combat, she was even more confident.