Sofia took out the handcuffs and walked to the front of the gangster. Suddenly, she reacted and looked at Henry with her beautiful eyes. "Who are you calling a silly girl?"
Henry leaned against the door of the car and glanced at his mouth. "Who else can I call? Do you mean that there are other people here?"
"You!" Sofia puffed out her cheek, but she did not speak again. She took out the handcuffs, handcuffed the criminal, and took off his headgear at the same time. It was a middle-aged man, who was very ordinary. He was nearly forty years old.
Henry tut-tutted and said to Sofia, "This is only because he is old. If someone else was ten years younger attacked you, they would have beaten you to death, silly girl."
Sofia didn't show anything regarding Henry's words this time. She was very clear that if it wasn't for this man today, she would be really miserable.
A drop of bright red suddenly entered Sofia's eyes. Her eyes suddenly tightened. She took a step forward and said to Henry with concern, "Are you hurt?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Henry rolled his eyes. "You will get hurt if bullets hit you!"
"You got shot!" Sofia's pupils suddenly dilated. When she was about to make a sound, Henry slapped her on the forehead.
"Shot? It just scratched the skin." Henry rolled up his sleeves. There was a blushing wound on his arm, and there was a burning smell. It happened when he pulled Sofia away.
Although it was only a small wound, it made Sofia's heart tighten. This was the reason why he had just saved her. If he didn't pull her, what would happen? At that critical moment, no one knew where the bullet had hit.
Thinking of this, a strong sense of gratitude welled up in Sofia's heart.
Henry looked at his mobile phone and wanted to know what was going on at Sylvia's side. There was a message from Sylvia on his mobile phone saying that they had arrived at the police station and were making a record. All the criminals were subdued.
Henry put away his mobile phone and said to Sofia, "Silly girl, take me to the police station later."
Sofia was surprised. "How do you know I'm going to the police station?"
"I don't call you a silly girl for nothing!" Henry patted her head. "You've taken out your handcuffs. If you are not a policewoman, why would you play with handcuffs?"
If Milan was here, she would definitely be to understand what Henry was talking about. However, Sofia did not understand the deeper meaning of his words. She was a little embarrassed. Her performance was indeed a little stupid.
She had already notified the team and asked them to bring some people here.
Although Sofia was just a little criminal policeman, her father's status was not ordinary. When the captain of the criminal police team heard that Sofia was fighting against the criminal and the other side had a gun, he was almost scared out of his wits. He quickly put down all the work at hand and rushed there with his men.
While waiting for the police to come over, Sofia looked at Henry curiously. "Are you a professional bodyguard or a mercenary? Where did you learn these skills?"
"One of my friends has lived for more than 130 years, and he is still smoking and drinking every day, living a carefree life. Do you know why?" Henry asked back.
"Why?" Sofia asked subconsciously. She had never heard of anyone who smoked and drank every day at the age of 130 years old. Did this person's skills have anything to do with these?
"Because he never meddled in other people's business." Henry grinned, took out his mobile phone, and opened a joke app to read.
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