Chapter 431: An Invincible Team

To be honest, such a scene was no stranger to Fang Mingyuan in his previous life, every night, walking on the streets with more stalls on the sidewalks on both sides, similar scenes can always be seen every once in a while. But in this life, Fang Mingyuan saw such a scene for the first time.

"What's going on?" Seeing such a chaotic scene, Lin Lian couldn't help but feel a little nervous, grabbed Fang Mingyuan's arm, and asked urgently. Chen Zhong immediately pulled Fang Mingyuan and the others behind him on the side of the street, and the few people who were originally following from a distance behind him also immediately rushed up quickly, protecting Fang Mingyuan and the two in the middle.

"Don't be nervous, I think this is probably the chengguan who came to copy the stall" Seeing their appearance as if they were facing a great enemy, Fang Mingyuan patted Lin Lian's hand with some tears and laughter.

"Chengguan? What is that? Lin Lian asked in surprise, and Chen Zhong, who was guarding the two of them, also turned his head slightly, obviously interested in this new term in Fang Mingyuan's mouth.

What is Chengguan? This is a very deep question, which is very difficult to explain.

Fang Mingyuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, remembering the incisive definitions of urban management in his previous life

Chengguan was a paramilitary organization secretly developed in China and hidden from the people, who were responsible for managing the city in peacetime, practicing guerrilla and street fighting tactics, and could be incorporated into the regular army in wartime. It is an excellent national reserve army that can charge, reconnoitre, guerrilla, endure hardships, endure hardships, and fight.

Some netizens once said arrogantly: "Borrow me 3,000 city management, restore my mighty Chinese sword to Tianshan Mountain, and step on the north of the Black Sea; Zhanggong on Lake Baikal and enjoying snow on Sakhalin Island; Visiting the Indochina Peninsula and worshipping ancestors in the ruins of Tokyo. Seeing God kill Buddha, seeing Buddha killing God, punching European princes, and kicking North American Citi. The upper energy is **, the lower energy is the second tank, the aircraft carrier is destroyed in the sea, and the satellite is hit in the sky. Huaxia city management, invincible"

The Pentagon secretly reported that the chengguan force is a terrifying paramilitary organization with great potential to fight around the clock with a single broken van or pickup truck. In response to this report, China solemnly promised not to be the first to use urban management ......

There are so many more definitions like this, and they are laughable and bitter

From the government's point of view, for a long time, the urban management department has been a department that cannot explain the establishment and powers, and it is like a big basket into which any messy thing can be thrown.

But for the people, chengguan is more like a sword hanging over your head, and God knows which day, this sword will fall on your head, even if you are not a small trader, even if you are not a seller of pirated CDs, even if you have not broken the law

Like the citizen in his previous life who used his mobile phone to film the rough law enforcement process of the chengguan law enforcement officers, he was beaten to death by dozens of chengguan personnel in broad daylight, while people were watching.

On the Internet, if you search for "chengguan beating people", the results you get are probably tens of millions, although many of them are duplicate news, but even if it is one in ten thousand, it is a very terrible number.

"Chengguan is a department under the government, and it is difficult to say which department will manage it, it depends on the situation in various places. Manage permissions...... The upper tube is astronomy, the lower tube is geographical, and the middle tube is air. Fang Mingyuan didn't know how to describe the scope of these chengguans, he only knew that it seemed that in every corner of the city, no matter what issues were involved, there always seemed to be chengguan. Compared to them, the jurisdiction of the police has to be considered inferior

"Huh?" Not only Lin Lian, but everyone around Fang Mingyuan showed a look of surprise this time. Is this chengguan? Isn't it wider than the gods? Even if Guanyin is alive, it is impossible to have such great ability. If you have to find a comparable one, I'm afraid that there is only an omnipotent God that Westerners believe in. But God, his old man, including relatives, seems to be only three in total.

Fang Mingyuan touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "I'd rather provoke the American soldiers than hit the Huaxia City Management." I didn't say that, and I've heard it before. ”

While speaking, those panicked hawkers pushed the cart and rushed in front of them, leaving behind pots and spoons, fruits and vegetables all the way, Fang Mingyuan even saw two different shoes, lying on the ground crookedly, for a while, the street that was originally clean was already a mess

"Isn't this even more terrifying than the triad in Hong Kong?" After all, Lin Lian has been in Hong Kong for a long time and has a lot of understanding of Hong Kong's arrogant underworld. But Hong Kong's underworld is also controlled by the police station, and if it goes too far, it will also eat guns.

"Hong Kong's triad? Count in front of them...... That stink" Fang Mingyuan was embarrassed to say in front of Lin Lian.

These chengguan are better than the underworld. Because they are "legitimizing violence" - in the name of law enforcement, in the guise of law enforcement. If you resist, it is violent resistance to the law, and you will be punished by civil or even criminal punishment, up to the death penalty, and if you do not resist, you may be beaten to death by them. So, it's more terrible than those criminal offenses, and it's more impossible to hide, because you don't even have the right to defend yourself

At least in Hong Kong, if a citizen is chased and killed by a triad, even if the police fight and turn a blind eye, you still have the right to resist, and the authorities will never dare to openly send a citizen who was chased by the triad and killed a triad member in self-defense to court and then sentence him to death, right? That's why some people say that "if you are not afraid of the underworld, you are afraid of the social black".

"How is this possible?" Chen Zhongdu couldn't help but ask, what Fang Mingyuan said was too terrifying, is this still the territory of Huaxia? How does it sound like an anarchic African country.

"Hehe, everything is possible" Fang Mingyuan sneered, "Brother Chen, let's go and take a look, you will know"

Following this messy road, Fang Mingyuan and Lin Lian continued to walk forward under the careful protection of Chen Zhong and the others.

The street ahead was already in chaos, and the entire road had been blocked by the crowd of onlookers. From the middle of the crowd, there was a voice full of violence: "Give me his ** let go of these things, including his car, all confiscated, do you know that you are not allowed to set up stalls here, you are knowingly committing a crime, and it is useless for you to pull me, all the things are confiscated"

Under the leadership of Chen Zhong, several people squeezed through the crowd, only to see that in the innermost, seven or eight young and strong men were surrounding a carriage, and the carriage was full of watermelons, and around the carriage, there were broken watermelons and bright red juice, flowing on the ground. An old man from the countryside who looked to be in his fifties or sixties was grabbing one of the big black men and begging bitterly. Not far away, a van is parked.

"Comrade, I really didn't know that watermelons were not allowed to be sold here, I saw that there were so many people setting up stalls here, thinking it was a market." The old man was ragged and pleaded again and again.

"Why don't you think this is the market in your village? It's useless to say anything, illegal stalls are illegal and illegal will be punished All the goods, including your carriage, will all be confiscated from him, how can it still be a carriage" The big black man scolded and scolded.

"Hey, they can send watermelons today, each person can go home with a few watermelons in the evening" Fang Mingyuan heard someone in the crowd next to him whispering.

"Yes, it's not just watermelons, it's a horse-drawn cart, if it's a tricycle or something, they'll sell it when they turn around, and everyone can get extra money." Someone responded in the same low voice.

"Every day they come, they confiscate things when they come, and they divide them up at night, a bunch of moths in human skins," someone hated and said.

"Shh......h Be quiet, be careful to be heard by them, definitely hit you didn't discuss the other day and you forgot? The person next to him hurriedly said, "Don't harm us, then they will be indiscriminate, and everyone will be beaten."

"Comrade, I don't want this watermelon, give it to you, leave the carriage for me, okay? I beg you, this carriage is not mine, how can I afford to pay for it then? The old man was already in tears.

"Don't want to bribe us with watermelons, how can we return the carriage with all confiscated watermelons, that's your business, what does it have to do with us" The big black man seemed to be a little bored, and pushed the old man with his hand, and the old man staggered to the ground where the juice was already flowing, and his head hit the carriage, and he immediately turned red.

There was an immediate commotion in the crowd, but the men didn't listen to it at all and turned a blind eye.

Chen Zhong stretched out his hand to pull the person in front of him, and wanted to stand out, as a soldier, he naturally couldn't get used to such behavior. Someone next to him immediately grabbed him and said in a low voice: "Brother, don't care, this is a group of mad dogs, who cares who they beat." I don't think you're an official, it's useless. A few days ago, a college student couldn't get used to it, so he loudly accused them a few words, was beaten up a lot, and was later sent to the hospital. But they have nothing to do at all, and we still can't afford to take care of it these days. ”

The old man shook his head, got up again, pulled the clothes of the big black man who was going to lead the horse, knelt down, and said, "Comrade, please, leave my carriage"

"You old immortal thing" The big black man ripped his clothes, and found that the old man was holding on tightly, and because he fell, there was a lot of watermelon juice on his hands, which was smeared on his clothes, and his already hideous face became even more fierce at this moment.

"He's **, he dyed my clothes, you and his ** life can't afford to lose," he said, and he was about to raise his leg and kick someone.

"Stop" came from the crowd, and there was a still somewhat childish voice