Lu Xun once said that every law-abiding citizen secretly desires to commit crimes.
This has nothing to do with morality, it is purely the evil side at work in the heart.
If you ask yourself, at least nine out of ten people have fantasized about robbery or other illegal activities. However, we live in a legal society, and reason suppresses the inner madness, and everyone wears hypocritical masks. The mask is more of a crooked thing in my mind, but I don't dare to take action.
At this moment, for people like Wu Ming, the mask of hypocrisy has been torn off.
Everyone was smashing and looting frantically, and bullets hit the glass of the counter, breaking the glass into pieces.
As long as it is something valuable, it is the target of everyone. Everyone has their evil side exposed to the public.
"Ouch... It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable, so exciting!"
Niu Dashun let out strange screams, like a patient running out of a lunatic asylum, with a ferocious smile on his face.
In the hall, countless ladies with heavy makeup and successful men in suits and leather shoes lay on the ground trembling, for fear of attracting the murderous gangsters.
What's more, he fell to the ground and started pretending to be dead. He didn't know where he learned the technique.
"The time is up, withdraw, we withdraw."
Ten minutes is not that long, it is just as long as one cigarette.
Old Jiang was carrying a travel bag and wearing a Tang Sanzang mask on his face. He was the first to run outside and shouted: "Quickly retreat, don't even take it, follow the plan!"
"Old man, this is a rare opportunity, take more!" Niu Dashun was having a great time grabbing it, and he had already forgotten whether he planned it or not.
In his opinion, this group of people had been frightened, and no one dared to press the alarm bell. Wouldn't it be better to get more.
"Cousin, go away quickly, don't be brave!"
After all, Niu Dada was a policeman, so he didn't get carried away at the critical moment.
He took two steps forward and grabbed Niu Dashun. The group of five people took their travel bags and evacuated towards the door.
"What happened? Was there gunfire? What did you see?"
As soon as Wu Ming and others went out, they saw two patrol policemen striding towards them from a distance.
At the door, people leaning against the glass to watch the excitement shook their heads vigorously at the two policemen.
The next second, before the two policemen could react, Wu Ming and Old Man Jiang, who were walking in front, drew their guns.
"Bang..."
The shotgun is powerful enough to punch through the door panel.
Even though they were more than ten meters apart, the two patrol policemen who were hit flew backwards instantly.
"Let's go!" After a successful blow, Wu Ming held the shotgun and took charge of the rear behind everyone.
The crowd watching the excitement scattered around and fled, or hid behind bunkers.
Wu Ming looked around and saw that no police were watching, then he opened the car door and got in.
"Buzz buzz..."
As soon as you step on the accelerator, the car is like an arrow leaving the string, speeding towards the distance.
About twenty seconds later, the car drove out of the commercial street and onto the main road, but the vehicle in front of it was driving very slowly and showed no intention of accelerating.
"What's going on in front of you? You're driving so slowly?" Liu Chengbei couldn't hold it any longer, climbed out along the window, stuck his head out and looked ahead.
When I saw it, at the traffic light, two large trucks were colliding, and the intersection ahead was blocked.
"Turn around, hurry up, there's a car accident ahead, the intersection is blocked." Seeing the scene in front of him, Liu Chengbei quickly returned to the car and informed Niu Dada to turn around.
Unfortunately, it was too late to turn around at this time.
Because behind everyone, there was a steady stream of vehicles joining us. In just five or six seconds, a few blocked seven or eight vehicles.
There are congested vehicles in front of you, and there are also congested vehicles behind you.
The car in which Wu Ming and his party were sitting was blocked in the middle, and they were caught in a dilemma.
"Is there any mistake, there is a traffic jam at this time?" Looking at the front and then back, Niu Dada's face was covered with sweat and he turned the steering wheel hard.
Old Man Jiang glanced at the reversing mirror, stuffed all the weapons into the travel bag, and said: "Don't wait, everyone changes clothes and tears off the tape on the travel bag. We will proceed according to plan B!"
After hearing what Old Man Jiang said, Wu Ming and others took off their coats and put on completely different clothes.
Then, I stretched out my hand to tear off the travel bag, and the tape on it was torn directly, and the color of the travel bag changed drastically.
Plan a is that after the robbery, everyone will drive away directly.
Plan B was intercepted by the police, so everyone split up, followed the previously prescribed escape route, and finally met at Niu Dada's home.
From the current point of view, although there are no police chasing behind me, blocking here is not an option.
After all, there is only one main road before and after leaving the street of Xinyue Jewelry Store.
If you think about it with your toes, once the police come to search, being blocked here is like catching a turtle in a urn. By then it will be too late to run away.
"Everyone will split up and meet at Niu Dada's home after it's safe."
"Old man, I'll go with you."
Opening the car door, Old Man Jiang and Liu Chengbei headed north with their travel bags.
In the car, Niu Dada and Niu Dashun looked at each other. After Old Man Jiang got out of the car, he opened the door and ran towards the west.
In the blink of an eye, the five people in the car went their separate ways, leaving only Wu Ming.
Wu Ming pushed open the car door and looked at the routes the two parties were leaving, but did not follow either party. Instead, he chose to go south alone.
"Mighty, mighty, mighty..."
After walking more than 200 meters south, two patrol policemen on motorcycles rushed out from the sidewalk.
Wu Ming carried his travel bag and continued to move forward as if he didn't realize it. The moment the two sides passed each other, the sound of the intercom came through.
"Call headquarters, this is police officer 77146, we are on Red Star Avenue..."
The motorcycle passed by Wu Ming. The police officer riding the motorcycle looked back slightly at Wu Ming.
Wu Ming lowered his head and kept walking, passing the police officer. Finally, when he passed a corner, he stopped in front of a garbage house.
There are four escape routes in the southeast, northwest, and they have been planned for a long time.
Wu Ming personally arranged some things on this route to the south, and these things are in this garbage room.
"Woof woof, woof woof woof..."
Outside the garbage room, a stray little teddy dog barked loudly at Wu Ming.
Without even looking at the puppy, Wu Ming opened the door of the garbage room and pushed out a motorcycle covered with a raincloth.
This motorcycle was stolen by Wu Ming from somewhere else last night and was placed here as a means of transportation.
At that time, Wu Ming planned to use it if he could use it, and forget it if he didn't.
Unexpectedly, I actually put it to use today, it’s really a blessing in disguise.
"If you want to die quickly, just kick him..."
Pulling back the rain cloth, Wu Ming rode on the motorcycle and kicked it hard several times before starting the motorcycle.
Putting the gear into gear, turning on the accelerator, and riding the motorcycle southward, Wu Ming did not take the main road at all, but started walking through the alleys of Kowloon District.
In 1983, not all places on Hong Kong Island were filled with high-rise buildings.
At this time, except for a few commercial streets, Kowloon District was in shantytowns and had not yet been fully developed.
Wu Ming rode his motorcycle and walked along the narrow paths in these shantytowns where dragons and snakes were mixed.
Here, police cars are absolutely not allowed to enter. Many lanes are no more than two meters wide, representing escape routes.