Chapter 8: Lost and Found

Zhao Haipeng recognized him at a glance that he was the black-faced man who appeared in the hospital, whether it was friend or foe, anyway, if he took him down first, he would know why they were embarrassed by Ning'er. "Stop, I'm a criminal police officer of Haidian District. What do you want to do with so many of you besieging him! I'm going to scatter everything that's okay! Zhao Haipeng got out of the car and jumped into the crowd, and more than a dozen people suddenly quieted down.

The owner of the breakfast stall was a shrewd man in his thirties, and as soon as he saw Zhao Haipeng, he stepped forward and shouted: "Officer, we are all small vendors who keep to ourselves. Today, I don't know how I hit the evil spirit, a gangster, pointed at me and asked me to hand over her junior sister. I only sell pancakes and fruits, and I've never been a human trafficker, and the thug went crazy and snatched the radio from my stall. The people who were doing business together next to him couldn't see it, so they reasoned with him. ”

Zhao Haipeng looked the black-faced man up and down strangely, only to see that the T-shirt on his body had already been torn into rags and hung on his body, and a belt knot was exposed at his waist. Hey, dare to love this man who uses a belt as a trouser belt to tie a knot!

"Hey, what's your name? Why rob people's things! Be honest with me, come back to the bureau with me, I'm looking for you! Zhao Haipeng distributed the spectators on both sides and shouted at the black-faced man.

The black-faced man held the radio in his arms and glared at Zhao Haipeng without saying a word, the blue tendons on his forehead were rapidly rising, and he looked like he was going to fight with people at any time. The two men were only three or four meters apart, but the smell of gunpowder had spread to the entire long street. There are more and more people on the street to see the excitement, and the common people want to see the scene of the criminal police PK Beijing gangsters......

Zhao Haipeng scolded a little impatiently: "Are you deaf or dumb?" I don't even let you put a fart when you ask you, I think you are deliberately looking for fault! Zhao Haipeng took half a step diagonally, and grabbed the wrist of the black-faced man with a small grappling move with both hands. The black-faced man grabbed the radio with his arm bent and slashed it back with one hand. The fist made a short, crisp sound in the air......

Anyone who is old in Beijing knows that there is power behind the gangsters in Beijing, which is left over from the Eight Banners of the Manchurian Dynasty at the end of the Qing Dynasty. Ordinary people usually call it Qingpi, and people like this man who dare to practice with the police are probably people who can't be provoked. Watching the excitement, the two people in front of them estimated that they were not easy to provoke, and they retreated and avoided it, and it was not fun to be injured by mistake. Zhao Haipeng didn't expect the other party to dare to fight back, anyway, he was in the hospital last night, of course he couldn't let him run away, take him back to the bureau for questioning, maybe he can find out who wanted to poison Zhang Ning......

Zhao Haipeng had already made up his mind, and his hands inevitably increased the strength, and he used his palms to lock the arms of the black-faced man. The black-faced man held the radio in his hand and went to block with one hand, and he was at a disadvantage for a while, and he retreated again and again to resolve Zhao Haipeng's capture. Zhao Haipeng was worried that the black-faced man would take the opportunity to escape, and took advantage of his retreat to hurriedly use his broom legs to attack him. The mentality of the onlookers is different, and it would be a lot of fun if the gangsters could beat the police......

Zhao Haipeng can become the captain of the criminal police, and his fist and foot kung fu are naturally outstanding elites, and this sweeping leg is enough to have a hundred catties. But kicking on the ankle of the black-faced man was like kicking on a reinforced concrete pillar, and Zhao Haipeng's shin spur was painful. Zhao Haipeng secretly screamed that it was not good, it seemed that he had encountered a hard stubble, maybe he really couldn't get him, and when he looked at the black-faced man in front of him, he felt that he was a little timid to the people around him under his domineering appearance.

"Let me ask you one last time, what's your name? What is it for? If you don't tell me honestly, I'm really going to be rude to you! Zhao Haipeng shouted angrily, stepped forward, took out the handcuffs in his hand, leaned forward against his body, and handcuffed the black-faced man holding the wrist of the radio, dragged and dragged the radio to the ground, and immediately separated from the family. The onlookers were shocked by Zhao Haipeng's flowing movements, and some people even took the lead in applauding......

The black-faced man saw that the radio was broken, and the two sword eyebrows stood up to grab Zhao Haipeng's handcuffs with one hand, Zhao Haipeng handcuffed the handcuffs to his hands with a backhand, and took out the pistol in his pocket with the other hand and shouted: "It's really against you!" Blatantly attacking the police, you are deliberately looking for death! ”

The black-faced man looked at the muzzle of the black hole, his face changed, he retracted his hand, and glared at Zhao Haipeng angrily, and immediately shouted among the people behind Zhao Haipeng: "Everyone run, he is the violent criminal policeman in the newspaper!" As soon as the shouting fell, dozens of people sighed for a moment, only hating their father and mother for having two legs and running away......

The front of the huge square suddenly fell silent, and Zhao Haipeng pointed a gun at the head of the black-faced man, and stared at each other. The black-faced man gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Haipeng, if he hadn't been held at gunpoint, he would probably have fought with Zhao Haipeng. The square was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and no one would back down. Zhang Ning saw the whole process in the Cherokee car, and he was really not sure what he wanted to do for this strange black-faced man, but for the sake of him saving himself, he should figure things out!

"Haipeng, stop!" Zhang Ning opened the car door with a plaster cast with one hand and opened the car door and shouted.

Zhao Haipeng turned around and shouted, "Ning'er, go back to the car." This guy is the person in the hospital who wants to hurt you, and I won't believe him when you bring him back to the bureau! ”

Zhang Ning stepped out of the car and walked over, looked at the black-faced man and said one by one: "You saved me at the intersection last night, right?" Why do you come to the hospital again to steal the license? Who the hell are you? What is your purpose in doing this? ”

Faced with Zhang Ning's series of questions, the black-faced man always did not say a word, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged like the roots of an old tree. Zhao Haipeng was worried that the black-faced man would make any unfavorable moves to Zhang Ning, so he protected Zhang Ning with his body and said: "Go back quickly, I have seen too much of this old fritter, and I won't open my mouth if I don't let him suffer a little." ”

Zhang Ning shook his head, but instead approached the black-faced man's side and whispered, "Are you Xie Lao's person?" Why do you want to save me and come to harm me? ”

The black-faced man looked up to the sky and sighed, "I don't know what you're talking about, I just want my own things back." They set up a demon spell and put my junior sister in a black box, I want to find my junior sister, I heard someone playing the pipa inside! ”

"Neurotic! You're justified in stealing someone's radio, right? Let's go, go back to the bureau and give me an honest explanation. Zhao Haipeng pulled the black-faced man violently, but the black-faced man's feet didn't move as if they had taken root.

Zhang Ning frowned and said: "Haipeng, this person shouldn't be a bad person, maybe it's a friend invited by Xie Lao." You see that his eyes are full of perseverance and no weakness, maybe he grabbed the radio because he had another hidden secret! ”

Zhao Haipeng also knew in his heart that no fool in the world would fight the police for a radio worth dozens of yuan, but it was because he showed up in the hospital last night. Zhang Ning may be able to find clues from him in any trouble, so he must not be allowed to run away again. Seeing the black-faced man's angry face, Zhang Ning knew that he would not listen to Zhao Haipeng's words, so he hurriedly said: "I believe that you are not a bad person, but you also want us to figure out this matter!" I hope you can help us, I can assure you that Haipeng will not embarrass you. ”

The black-faced man's face gradually softened when Zhang Ning said this, his left hand clenched into a fist and let Zhao Haipeng handcuff himself to the back seat of the car, looking at the strange pedestrian with his eyes and never saying a word. After Zhao Haipeng got rid of the black-faced man, he took out fifty yuan, grabbed four or five pieces of cake from the dim sum stall on the side, and took a morning newspaper and drove away from the square at a gallop......

"Haipeng, we've both reported! What kind of ...... is it for the violent criminal police to shoot casually in the middle of the night," Zhang Ning read the content of the morning newspaper, and his face was blue with anger.

Zhao Haipeng drove and persuaded: "Okay, okay, my aunt and grandmother don't be angry anymore." This kind of tabloid feeds on the nonsense of chasing after the wind and shadows, but this thing is also strange? It is certainly not easy to get a boil behind the scenes in just a few hours. Auntie, eat something first, it's more and more worthless when you're hungry. ”

Zhang Ning hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch until now, and Zhao Haipeng said that he was indeed hungry, so he took a cut cake and ate some mineral water in the car. "Hey, you can eat a piece too, it's still a long way from the criminal police team." Zhang Ning took a piece of cut cake in one hand and handed it to the black-faced man who was looking straight out of the car window, Zhao Haipeng snorted heavily when he saw Zhang Ning caring so much about the black-faced man......

"What's your name? Is it because there is something unspeakable? Why do you keep holding your hands? Zhang Ning looked at the black-faced man puzzled and asked.

The black-faced man was expressionless for a minute, slowly opening his left hand, Zhang Ning exclaimed, "Ah! It's a jade award! ……”