In the Donggang Seafood Wholesale Market, a businessman who was honest and well-behaved saw people in coast guard uniforms rushing toward him. He immediately raised his hands and covered his head, and squatted on the spot with a very cooperative attitude.
"Superintendent of Marine Corps! Stay where you are and squat down with your head in your hands!!" The three team captains, leading twenty or thirty people, quickly rushed into the center of the market and shouted at the crowd.
As soon as the voice was heard, the dozens of people gathered at the entrance of the Market Management Association immediately ran away. They were also unlucky. Just now, these people were sitting in the unit building, playing mahjong, drinking wine, and smoking cigarettes.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Ming came in, they all kicked him out of the door.
After doing this, this group of people didn't even have anywhere to run. Because there were seafood stalls around the entrance of the market management association, and the space was extremely narrow, so many people were running around together, which immediately led to crowding, and the accomplices scolded their accomplices.
Tragedy happened.
"Jump over! Old Liu, jump over!"
"I'm a flying person?! Give me a hand!"
"...!"
Six or seven people who escaped from the side were blocked under a low wall, and they were on the verge of internal strife.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, police sirens sounded, and Superintendent Sitaihai's police car rushed over from the path on the left, blocking the way.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The car door popped open, and more than 20 Coast Guard members, wearing body armor and explosion-proof helmets, and holding electrified riot batons over one meter long, rushed forward.
"Squat down!"
"I want you to squat down!"
"...!"
The two captains of the coast guard team rushed over and swung their sticks.
"Brother, don't do anything, I'll squat down!"
"I tell you to squat down!" The team leader of the Coast Guard struck a fat man with an electric baton and gave him a sudden blow.
"Gudong!"
The fat man was numb all over. He fell to the ground and twitched on the spot. He kept shouting: "Brother, I'm squatting down. I have a heart disease... don't mess with me!"
"Bad boy!"
Four or five members of the Coast Guard rushed up, wielding their leather-wrapped police batons, and beat the man wildly.
…
At the entrance of the Market Management Association.
"Up, up, up...!"
Su Tianyu and more than 30 elites crowded into the management committee building and rushed upstairs with long strides.
In the office on the second floor, Dong Chengpeng glanced downstairs through the window with a pale face: "Damn, there are so many people!"
"Is there a backdoor?!" Zhang Ming was already panicking at this moment. He was the president of the Coders Association, and his identity was there. If he was blocked here and put in handcuffs, no matter whether he committed a crime or not, the impact would be huge.
It was too bad, and he was also afraid that reporters would follow him and arrest him.
"Brother, this is the second floor, let's just say... there is a back door, and you can't get out!" Dong Chengpeng replied, panting.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Ming came up with a loud mouth: "Trash! Fourth brother, jump out of the window, jump out of the window to cover me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man brought by Zhang Ming took the lead in pushing open the rear window of the main building. He took a look outside and then said: "President, you run to the market shed from the terrace."
"Hurry up!" Zhang Ming urged.
"Come here, some people, jump down with me!" The strong man shouted, jumped out of the window with quick movements, and led six or seven people downstairs.
Sure enough, as soon as they went out, police officers outside surrounded them.
Indoors, Zhang Ming glanced at the situation below, tremblingly climbed out of the window, grabbed the terrace, and fled towards the market shed with his two followers.
In the office, a man with a wretched appearance and a thin body pulled out a brand new Remington spray gun from the cabinet and shouted: "Brother Yu, do it with them!"
"Fuck you!!" Dong Pengyu put his foot on his abdomen and cursed: "You are blind? There are so many people across the way, you are going to do it? You don't want to live anymore?! Jump off the building, jump off the building and run away!"
After scolding, Dong Pengyu also came to the window.
In the middle of the stairs in the lobby on the first and a half floor, seven or eight security personnel were holding batons and shouting tremblingly: "You... what are you doing?"
"Put down the weapon!" Su Tianyu shouted as he ran upstairs.
"Do you have a work permit? From which unit...?" The security manager still wanted to delay.
Su Tianyu rushed up, grabbed the opponent's collar, and swung him down: "Beat me!"
“Bang bang bang!”
Stormtroopers armed with explosion-proof shields and batons swarmed up in an instant, and the fight was resolved in less than five seconds. They beat these simple scoundrels and hooligans and threw them down the steps.
Everyone passed through the wider stairs and immediately rushed to the second floor.
"Squadron leader, Dong Pengyu jumped off the building and ran away. On my side, I am in the third group!" shouted a voice from the intercom.
Su Tianyu rushed into the office, came to the window immediately, and took a look downstairs.
Below, more than a dozen people were running around. Su Tianyu saw Dong Pengyu who was moving like a hill at a glance: "He's riding a horse!"
Su Tianyu held the window with one hand and jumped from the second floor without thinking. After landing firmly, he rushed towards Dong Pengyu.
"boom!"
Su Tianyu fired a shot while running.
On the front, Dong Pengyu, who had finished high-intensity exercise, felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He slowly rushed forward two steps, fell to the ground, and murmured: "Stop chasing... I'll catch you..."
Catch it for you...!"
Su Tianyu rushed up and glanced down at Dong Pengyu: "How can you be a big brother with your body?!"
"I...I am the eldest brother...it is hereditary...!" Dong Pengyu still doesn't know who wants to mess with him: "Which unit do you belong to? Can we get in the car alone and talk?!"
"We are from the Pacific Dragon Group!" Su Tianyu gritted his teeth and stepped on the opponent's face.
…
The other end.
Zhang Ming, who temporarily escaped under the desperate cover of his brothers, ran with the two of them in the dark market shed alley, panting.
"President, they didn't come after me." The person next to him reminded me.
Zhang Ming clutched his chest and turned around: "Dong Pengyu must be cold when riding a horse!"
The three of them stopped and leaned against the wall to catch their breath.
"Tap!"
At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded from the alley exit in front.
Zhang Mingben looked up and saw a man wearing a peaked cap walking towards him.
In the dark alley, when Zhang Ming saw the man, he felt inexplicably panicked and his pupils shrank.
"President...!"
"Run, run back, fast!" Zhang Ming took long strides, turned around and ran.
"Wow!"
The man in the peaked cap lowered his head, flicked the bolt of his gun, and chased after him very quickly.
"Gun, hit him with a gun!!!" Zhang Ming was so panicked that he turned around and yelled at his follower.