◎Chapter 12 The Great War of Chengguan

Before the arrival of the special case team, the local police had already conducted a preliminary investigation. Before the incident, the deputy captain of the chengguan brigade drank with his colleagues until 10 p.m. The owner of the restaurant confirmed that the vice-captain was drunk and made three phone calls at the door of the store before leaving. He spoke with a bit of a big tongue, repeated a sentence several times, and raised his voice from time to time, so the boss remembered the contents of the three calls very well.

1. Hey, Xiaomin? It's me...... Yes, come out, brother will take you to sing, how about it? What, it's too late...... Can our relationship go further? Brother can't eat you, what are you afraid of? Hey, hey, fuck your sister...... Hang me up.

2. Fangfang, where are you? Well...... Don't do business, I'm your big customer, I'll go to the hotel to open a room, you can take a taxi, don't worry...... The price is indispensable to yours, we are all old customers...... Serve me well all night.

3. Wife, I have to go on a business trip overnight, go to a meeting in the field, and don't go home at night.

It is not difficult to see from these three calls that the vice-captain's style of life is very erosive, he burped, staggered out of the hotel alone, and not far away, his mobile phone and a bubble of urine were found in the holly bushes in the green space of the street. According to the analysis of the special case team, the deputy captain disappeared here and his whereabouts are unknown. The murderer should be a man, with a knife to cut off his hand and kill with a knife, which shows that this person is strong and strong. The murderer should have a vehicle as a means of transportation, otherwise how can the maggot-like body of the deputy captain be carried?

The first murder scene should be in a suburb not far away, a place with a lot of roses.

The special case team asked the local police to focus on investigating the village where the old man sold sweet potatoes to see if the butcher who killed pigs and sheep was related to the old man in the village; If there is a means of transport such as a motorized tricycle or tractor, it should be included in the focus of the police.

Su Mei retrieved the surveillance video of the intersections in the urban area on the night of the incident, the network monitoring system has been popularized in most cities in China, and the monitoring probes are installed in key areas of public security, busy traffic intersections, residential areas, commercial centers, and station squares, which provides great convenience for the police to fight crime and build a safe city. Su Mei listed nearly 100 suspicious vehicles, and the next job was to cooperate with the traffic police department to investigate them one by one, hoping to find the vehicles that dumped the corpses.

A few days passed, and the four members of the special case team decided to go to the intersection of Jiefang Road Market to see the progress of Xiao Pudding's secret investigation.

As soon as Pudding entered the police station, he was reused by the special case team, and he was very excited, but after the excitement, he found that the criminal investigation work was harder than he imagined. When has this pampered boy ever suffered like this? Every morning, he pushed his tricycle to the Jiefang Road intersection to set up a stall to sell fruit, at first, he could not find a place to set up a stall, because he occupied a stall selling sugar cane, and almost got into an argument, but eventually, the sugar cane vendor vacated a little space for him to set up a stall. Pudding noticed a lot of things on the ground: an old sack, a stone, a broken bowl, a piece of sugar cane, a piece of rope......

These things that we never pay attention to represent people, represent the stalls occupied by the hawkers!

Pudding used to wonder why the hawkers were trying to seize the road instead of setting up a stall in the market. It was only when he himself changed from the son of the secretary of the political and legal committee to a hawker that he realized that the market had to pay management fees, sanitation fees, and taxes, and that the vendors only earned a few dozen yuan a day, and after paying those fees, there was not much left, so they would rather occupy the road outside the market.

Small traders and peddlers are neighbors with the same poverty, like one grass next to another. Pudding soon became acquainted with the sugarcane vendor, who earned only thirty yuan a day, but had to feed a family of four.

Pudding sat on the mazar and watched the traffic, and for the first time in his life, he began to think about suffering.

On the left of his fruit stall is a seller of fried chestnuts with sugar, and the stall owner is a laid-off female worker with a child; On the right is a three-wheeled motorcycle, and a sugarcane vendor is peeling sugarcane with a machete; There are also many small vendors on both sides of the road, some selling sugar gourds, some selling meat and steamed buns, some selling clothes, and some selling haberdashery for two yuan a piece...... These are all stalls, and the crowd in front of the stalls is surging, bustling and lively.

Pudding suddenly heard the cheers, stood up and looked up, there were many people around the open space on the street, and a group of martial arts school students, led by the coach, were raising funds for the charity performance in the earthquake-stricken area.

The martial arts cadets performed Shaolin Kung Fu, Hard Qigong, Nanquan and Tai Chi, which won bursts of applause.

A little girl's balloon floated onto the street lamp, and the little girl looked up with tears in her eyes. Without using any tools, the martial arts cadets instantly erected a pyramid wall under the street lamp. instructor

Dressed in a red tracksuit, he quickly climbed the human wall, took off the balloon and jumped from above, rolled on the spot, and returned the balloon to the little girl, which won bursts of applause from passers-by, and the donors were very enthusiastic.

The sugarcane seller said: That martial arts school instructor is very old, he can fight more than a dozen of them alone, and he has won many awards.

Pudding said: I don't know who is more powerful when he fights with my big brother who paints dragons, hehe.

The sugarcane seller said, "What are you bragging about all day long, knowing this and that, and listening to your bragging all day long."

Pudding took out a mobile phone, fiddled with it and said, "I'm not bragging."

Sugarcane seller: Oh, where did you buy this copycat, at least 800 yuan, right?

Pudding: Cut, this is not a parallel import, 800 yuan? Eight hundred yuan will let you touch it.

Sugarcane seller: Show me a song "Asking for Buddha", "Perfume is Poisonous" is fine, wash everything and sleep with you......

The sugarcane vendor sang with his hands in his throat, and the little pudding bent down with laughter.

Little Pudding asked: A few days ago, the kung fu of killing the city manager must have been very good, have you heard about this?

The sugar cane seller said, "I know who did it, I'll go pee first, and then come back and tell you, you can help me look at the stall, brother."

Pudding said, "Go."

The sugarcane seller devoured and said: If the chengguan comes, remember to call me quickly.

Pudding said: What's so terrible about the city management, the director of the public security bureau has to listen to my father, cut.

The sugar cane vendor slapped him on the head and said, "Hey, you kid is a braggart."

Pudding rubbed his head and said, "If you don't believe it, by the way, who did that?"

The sugarcane seller said: That day, when the deputy captain beat the old man selling sweet potatoes, I saw it with my own eyes, and when I came back, I couldn't hold it back.

The four members of the special task force found the fruit stand of the pudding and pretended to buy fruit. Pudding was happy to see them, and while weighing the scales, he lowered his voice and told the task force that the identity of the Rose Killer would soon be inquired. Su Mei picked up a red apple and sniffed it, Professor Liang nodded and asked, "Young man, how is the business?"

Pudding said with a hippie smile: It's okay to be so-so, or you can buy more; This beautiful sister, buy two catties of apples.

Su Mei glared at him and put the apple down.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the intersection, and several cars drove up, and the sound of screeching brakes and loud horns mixed together. Someone shouted, the chengguan is coming, run. A majestic impatient voice came from the horn of the chengguan law enforcement vehicle: How many times have I said that you are not allowed to set up a stall here, and you will lift all their stalls for me and confiscate the scales.

Dozens of chengguan are coming in a big way, and it seems that this is a large-scale joint law enforcement operation.

The hawkers fled in fear, and the intersection was in chaos. Some rode tricycles and ran to the small alleys at a gallop, some pushed wheelbarrows to avoid the residential areas, and were caught by the chengguan if they ran slowly, the stalls were overturned, the scales were broken into two sections by the chengguan, and all kinds of commodities were scattered on the ground, and the sound of shouting for the sky and grabbing the ground came from time to time. In the past, the masses stopped one after another, and some elderly people saw this scene of violent law enforcement, will they evoke memories that are not far away?

A big fat man in uniform, holding a toothpick, led two civilian clothes staff to the pudding's fruit stall coaxingly. The big fat man roared angrily: Who asked you to pose? The four members of the special case team took refuge in a safe area, and Little Pudding asked: Do you have any documents? Obviously, this sentence angered the big fat man. He flipped a cart of fruit from the pudding to the ground, viciously stomped on an apple, spit out a toothpick, and shouted obscenely: This is the document.

The woman selling fried chestnuts with sugar next to her looked flustered and hurriedly packed her chestnuts into a cardboard box. Two casual clothes grabbed the cardboard box and threw several boxes of chestnuts into the car. The woman hugged the big fat man's leg and begged bitterly, and her child stood aside and cried in fright. The woman begged that she had been laid off, but she still borrowed money to buy these chestnuts, and asked the city manager to let her go.

The big fat man's answer was: Smash the pot for her!

A man in civilian clothes viciously lifted a weighing stone and smashed a hole in the pot for frying chestnuts.

At this time, the woman who sold the chestnuts with sugar was like crazy, and she made an extreme move - the mother lifted her child above her head, cried and said in a hoarse voice: If you don't return my chestnuts, I will throw the child to death in front of you!

The child was probably only four years old, and he didn't understand why his mother did this, but he was so frightened that he cried and kept shouting for his mother, mother......

The scene in front of him made the painting dragon's blood surge, and he took off his police uniform, only wearing it inside

A white shirt, then rolled up the sleeves and unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing a stone-carved chest.

The dragon clenched his fists, and the green tendons on his arms burst out; Bao Chop held him tightly, persuading him to calm down and prevent him from rushing forward.

The mother held up her child, tears streaming down her eyes, and her eyes filled with desperate begging. The big fat city manager is really hard-hearted, and sneered and scolded, fuck you. After saying that, he kicked the mother in the stomach, and the mother and the child fell to the ground together.

Professor Liang said coldly: Xiaolong, what are you waiting for?

The painting dragon was furious, and the grief and indignation in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He shouted, kicked sideways with a volley, the power was extremely powerful, and he hit the head of the big fat chengguan, and with a plop, the fat chengguan fell to the ground in response. The dragon picked up a skinny casual chengguan next to him, threw it up, and kicked it away with a side kick. The chengguan shouted, there was a fight, come on. Dozens of chengguan angrily gathered around, and the crowd flashed back into a clearing, and passing cars stopped.

The painting dragon stood in the middle, and dozens of fierce and vicious city managers surrounded him.

The onlookers all sweated for the painting. Most of these chengguan are ruffians, and they have developed excellent skills in street fighting with hawkers for a long time, and some chengguan still hold iron rods, steel pipes and other weapons in their hands.

It was quiet, the wind blew, and a yellow leaf drifted down.

Just as he was about to make a move, a man in a red tracksuit knocked down several chengguan and rushed in. He held two ash sticks in his hands, handed one to the painted dragon, and said with his fists in the rules of martial arts practice in the rivers and lakes: Shaolin Martial Arts School instructor, Zheng Xuejian, I am willing to fight side by side with you.

The painting dragon took the ash stick, hugged his fists and saluted and said: Fortunately, armed police instructor, draw the dragon.

Dozens of chengguan screamed and rushed over. Painting Dragon and Zheng Xuejian brandished wooden sticks, only to hear a crackling sound, and several chengguan were knocked to the ground by wooden sticks. Zheng Xuejian uses the Shaolin stick method, painted the dragon when he was a child, he worshiped a famous teacher to learn the famous ** stick method, two people pointed to the east and west, the ash stick tiger and the tiger were angry, a pound and a split, the whole body was focused, and all kinds of stick tricks made skillful and mighty.

The two people are like a martial arts competition, cheering for each other, and they are not to be outdone.

A chengguan rushed over, drew a dragon move "beam gun", pierced the man's feet, and then picked up the tip of the stick, hit the man's chin, and knocked him down with a sideways stick, these three consecutive moves were as fast as lightning.

Another chengguan pressed towards Zheng Xuejian, Zheng Xuejian stepped forward and used the "Fanfei Eight Fights" in the Shaolin stick method, which was fast and dazzling, and only a series of sounds could be heard, and the chengguan was hit in eight places such as legs, knees, chest, and abdomen, and the last stick hit the neck, and he fell to the ground and screamed.

Soon, after the club was waved, a large area of chengguan fell on the ground, and there were still a few left. Hualong and Zheng Xuejian threw down the ash stick, wanting to take the opportunity to show off their fists and feet, but the city managers were frightened, completely devoid of arrogance, hesitated to take a few steps forward, turned around and fled. The chengguan who fell to the ground supported each other and fled in embarrassment.

The onlookers applauded loudly and applauded.

After a while, the reporter of the TV station arrived with a camera, and the TV station planned to do a program on urban management law enforcement to create a good city appearance. There were still some people around the scene, talking about the big battle just now.

Before the interview, the TV reporter deliberately found three generations of old, middle-aged and young people, and asked them to stand in front of the camera and read the memorized lines. An old man had a bad memory and stumbled over and over again "Thank you...... Good city environment, there are no small merchants and hawkers, I feel refreshed when I go out for a walk."

The reporter with the microphone stood in front of the camera, smiled and said loudly: Recently, the city's urban management law enforcement department has launched a heavy blow to crack down on illegal traders who operate without a license and forcibly occupy roads in the urban area. We have seen that the urban area has not been greatly affected, the mood of the people from all walks of life is stable, and the people's lives are in good order......

An onlooker shouted at the top of his voice: Stable and orderly, your grandmother has a leg!

The crowd of onlookers laughed, the reporter's face turned red, and he hurriedly finished reporting and left the scene.

110 also came, it seems that when the city management was fighting, someone called the police, and the patrol asked an old man who was watching the excitement.

The old man put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and seemed to be a little behind his ears, and the patrol officer asked a few words in a row, and the old man could hear clearly.

The old man said: Nothing happened here, no one hit the city management.

The patrolman asked: Do you know what happened to those pools of blood on the ground?

The old man stretched out four fingers and said, "I swear, it was to crush a dog."