I saw a dozen young people on the roadside wearing military coats, cotton hats, and gloves in their sleeves. They were about sixteen or seventeen years old.
These people chatted and wandered aimlessly, putting their hands in their mouths and whistling from time to time. A few of them who were weak in limbs even kicked telegraph poles, and pedestrians on the roadside walked around them.
Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan stood on the side of the road. When they saw a group of them approaching, they subconsciously took a few steps back.
Unexpectedly, those people not only refused to walk properly, but also gathered around them, trapping the two of them in the middle.
"What are you going to do?" Yi Qiushui said with a cold face.
Yi Qiushui grew up in a military compound and was not afraid of such occasions. On the contrary, Ding Qiunan was so frightened that he hid behind her.
More than a dozen street gangsters surrounded them, and one of them, a young man with a bald head and a fleshy face, stepped forward and took out a dagger from his waist, flying up and down, performing fancy knife tricks.
"Young girl, you are very beautiful. Do you have a partner? How about you choose one of our brothers?"
Yi Qiushui pulled Ding Qiunan behind her, and then scolded her harshly: "You are a bunch of little brats with no hair at all. You are imitating others and acting like hooligans. Do you believe that I will send you to squat on the fence?"
"Hey, girl, you're pretty fierce. How do you know if my hair is all the same?"
"Ha ha!"
"I guess she watched it secretly, haha."
A group of young people were uttering obscenities and laughing.
When Yang Jun saw that Yi Qiushui was surrounded by people, he immediately became anxious, threw away his cigarette, rubbed it, and ran over.
He pushed through the crowd, walked to Yi Qiushui, and stood in front of him.
The leading young man suddenly became unhappy when he saw someone ruining his good deeds.
"Hey, brothers, there is someone here who wants to play a trick of a hero saving a beauty. What should you do?"
"What else can I do? Of course I will cooperate with him in acting."
Yang Jun looked at these young people who were not all hairy and had immature faces. They were a group of half-grown children, probably still in school.
Now that schools are closed, they all have nothing to do and are taking to the streets in groups to have fun.
He glanced at them.
"What do you mean? You want to rob?"
Next to the bald man stood a thin little man. He took two steps forward and looked Yang Jun up and down with a look of contempt in his eyes.
"What about robbery? If you are wise, take out all the money in your pocket, and I will let you go."
Yang Jun snorted coldly: "Just you?, a bunch of dogs, why do you think I should give face to a bunch of dogs?"
The thin young man was stunned when he heard this, turned back to the bald head and said,
"Boss, he called us dogs, what should we do?"
The bald man spat, a fierce look on his face.
"What else can we do? Check him."
Before the bald man finished speaking, he punched Yang Jun in the face.
Yang Jun didn't even try to hide. He raised his left hand, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it hard. The bald man knelt on the ground.
Seeing that their boss was being restrained, more than a dozen other street gangsters gathered around him.
Yang Jun was afraid that they might accidentally injure Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan, so he didn't dare to be too serious. He pulled out the May 4th pistol from his waist, pulled the bolt and turned on the safety, and put it directly on the head of their bald boss.
As soon as they saw Yang Jun moving a real guy, the group was stunned and no one dared to rush forward.
Yang Jun pulled the bald man over, put the May 4th pistol against his head, and pulled the trigger three times with his finger.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The crisp sound of gunshots streaked across the sky, breaking the quiet night.
"ah!"
The bald man screamed and lay on the ground with his hands covering his ears.
I don't know whether it was because he was deafened by the gunshot, or because the hot gun barrel burned his ears, but he kept shouting loudly with his mouth open.
There was a strange smell in the air.
Yang Jun frowned and took two steps back.
A pool of unknown liquid was found under the bald man's body. Accompanied by the sound of gurgling gastrointestinal peristalsis, everyone present covered their noses and backed away as if they were entering a dry toilet.
The dozen or so street gangsters who had never seen this scene were so frightened by the three gunshots that their legs and feet became weak and they stood still like stupid birds.
"Everyone put their heads in their hands and kneel on the ground."
Yang Jun pointed at them and ordered them to kneel down along the road.
This group of brats are obviously energetic young men. Just now, their blood energy was rushing up the fastest, but now their blood energy has been suppressed, and their legs are trembling non-stop.
When Yang Jun saw a bunch of stupid little kids, he raised his foot and kicked their legs, one at a time, and they all knelt down neatly on the roadside.
When the early spring night breeze blows, the air is filled with a strong smell of feces and urine.
There are already seven or eight young people who cannot bear the fear and have become incontinent.
Yang Jun ignored them and kicked them one by one from left to right.
If parents don’t educate them well at home, they will only be educated by society when they come out.
They are a bunch of hotheaded brats. If they are not taught a profound lesson this time, they will lose their memory and will be scum that will endanger society in the future.
"He has learned how to molest women and rob before he has even grown hair."
While cursing, Yang Jun walked around in front of them, pumped his forehand and slapped his backhand, giving each of them a slap in the face.
"Who said your hair is all the way just now? Take off your pants. I want to see if your hair is all the way?"
A group of young people knelt on the ground and trembled. No one dared to speak. But seeing Yang Jun's fierce look, they all turned their attention to the young man who had lost weight.
Yang Jun picked him up from the ground, put his May 4th pistol on his forehead, and shouted angrily,
"Take off all your clothes."
"Brother...brother, I was wrong, I...don't dare to do it again next time." The young man's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground and begged.
"I say it again, take off your clothes."
Yang Jun was unmoved and hit him on the head with the handle of his gun.
The young man's head was bleeding profusely. He immediately got up from the ground and quickly took off his clothes.
He first took off his cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and then took off the vest underneath, leaving only his autumn clothes and trousers.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Take it off again." Yang Jun shouted violently.
The young man was so frightened that he immediately took off his autumn clothes and trousers, leaving only a pair of yellow underwear, folding his arms, shivering in the cold wind.
Yang Jun looked around, picked up his clothes, and threw them directly into the pond on the roadside.
"You are a bunch of brats, do you know that what you are doing is a crime? You are not even hairy, yet you dare to molest women and rob. Even sending you squatting on a fence is a trivial matter. If I had left the army, I would have treated you to it."
Peanuts."
Yang Jun saw a young man next to him raised his head and glanced at him secretly. He immediately went over and kicked him away, holding the gun in his hand against his head.
"Snapped!"
Yang Jun rewarded him with a loud mouth again, and the sound was clearly heard by the people standing on the roadside watching.
The little man was obviously stunned. He looked up at Yang Jun in panic and surprise.
Yang Jun pointed his head with a gun and said: "What did you look at me with just now? How dare you look at me with that look? What if you scared me? What if I was scared and my hands shook?
manage?"
A dozen young people had been trained by him to be obedient, and they were kneeling on the roadside with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe.
At this time, there was a commotion outside the crowd of spectators.
A middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit ran over, followed by five or six people with spears in their hands.
"Who was it? Who shot just now?"
As soon as the man in Mao suit came in, he shouted loudly.
Yang Jun waved the gun in his hand in front of him and said,
"I shot it."
He pointed at the group of young people kneeling on the ground and said: "These people were robbing. In order to prevent innocent people from being harmed, I shot to stop them."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he put the gun back into his waist, then took out his work ID card from his jacket pocket and handed it to the middle-aged cadre.
The middle-aged cadre took his work permit, took out his lighter, looked at it, and then returned it.
"It turns out to be Comrade Yang. We have to investigate the specific events before we can determine the nature of the incident. Please come back with us and make a record."
"Of course."
Then Yang Jun, Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan drove away in a car and followed the man in the Chinese tunic suit.
The young men were all tied up and taken away.
The man in the Chinese tunic suit took them to the police station, and the person who received them was Qin Tian, the director of the police station.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a resolute face, shining eyes, and a pair of piercing eyes.
He personally received Yang Jun.
Yang Jun showed them his work ID and handed over the work IDs of Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan.
Yang Jun just wanted him to have preconceived ideas.
Let Director Qin be able to believe their words better after learning their identities.
The interrogations were conducted separately. Yang Jun explained everything that happened tonight, including how he was threatened and how he took action.
Qin Suo was carefully recording the whole process, interjecting a few questions from time to time.
During the inquiry, Qin Suo did not mention the May 4th pistol.
After all, with Yang Jun's cadre-level treatment, he was qualified to be equipped with guns and even qualified to be equipped with security personnel. Qin Suo just registered the May 4th pistol and returned it to him.
In this era, it is very normal to be equipped with a gun. People in the police station are qualified to be equipped with a gun, and factory security personnel are also able to be equipped with a gun. Some retired people are also equipped with a gun.
All in all, the management of guns in this era is not so strict, so it is normal for Yang Jun to own a pistol.
After finishing the notes, he asked Yang Jun to wait for a while, and then went to find Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan to inquire.
About an hour later, Qin Suo came over with Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan.
"Comrade Yang, we have figured out everything. Those boys were indeed robbing. You acted bravely and shot to stop them."
Qin Suo glanced at them and then said: "You go back tonight. If there is still any need for your help later, we will ask you again. I hope you can understand."
Yang Jun waved his hand and said: "Qin Suo, don't worry, we will come as soon as possible. We still have this awareness as cadres."
Later, Qin Suo personally sent them out.
Yang Jun drove Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan back to the courtyard.
After making a fuss all night, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and Ding Qiunan could no longer return to the dormitory of the steel rolling mill, so Yang Jun had to take her back to his home.
When she got home, Xiangxiu was woken up. She got up and took a look at them. There were guests at home and she was going to boil water to entertain them.
Yang Jun quickly asked her to go back to her room to rest, and he didn't need to worry about things here.
Afterwards, Yi Qiushui arranged for Ding Qiunan to stay in the west wing, and the two of them went back to the room to rest.
