When Liu Gen saw the robber taking out the dagger, he was really frightened. He stood two or three steps away and glanced around. He saw many men and women gathered around to watch the fun, but no one wanted to help, so
He swallowed, stretched out his hand, and said in a calm and majestic tone: "Give me the bag!"
The robber took two deep breaths, and his Adam's apple slid up and down in front of his neck twice. He seemed to have swallowed his saliva, and said intermittently, almost crying: "You and I... have no grievances... and it's not you.
What... are you doing... can't get along with me... If it weren't for me... I wouldn't have had a good... meal in two days..."
Liu Gen glanced at the crowd of onlookers again, and saw that each of them had either a look of fear or indifference on their faces, and they were all watching the fun with a cold eye. He wiped a handful of sweat on his face and took a step towards the robber.
"Stop...don't come over..." The robber shook the dagger in his hand and threatened Liu Gen with a cry: "Don't force me...if you take another step forward...I...I...I'll stab you to death...
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Liu Gen paused for a moment, staring at the dagger in the robber's hand, thinking: Seeing that this kid was so anxious that he almost cried, he must be timid, he didn't dare to use the knife at all.
Feeling braver, Liu Gen took another step forward.
The robber took a step back and cried out in a hissing voice: "You don't want me to live...then I'll die with you..." The dagger in his hand stabbed Liu Gen straight into his left chest.
Liu Gen turned his body to the right to avoid the robber's stabbing knife.
When the onlookers saw the move, they immediately became uproar, with several women shouting and retreating one after another.
The robber's movements were really agile. He failed to hit Liu Gen with his knife. When he retracted the dagger, he slashed the edge of Liu Gen's neck, but it was slightly higher and scratched the left side of Liu Gen's face.
Maybe it was because the opponent had a knife in his hand, or Liu Gen had never encountered a robber before. To say that he was not angry would be a lie. Although he dodged the knife that was stabbing him, he was unable to avoid the robber and retrieve it.
A knife slashed his face.
The tip of the knife passed across the left side of Liu Gen's face, cutting open the skin of his face. A bloody gash about two inches long was like a red line, and red blood slowly seeped out.
Liu Gen took a step back and raised his left hand to touch his left cheek. Sticky, scarlet blood covered the five fingers of his left hand. When he saw the blood, Liu Gen's bloodiness was forced out. His simple eyes suddenly glared with anger.
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The robber saw the scarlet blood flowing out of the left side of Liu Gen's face, and saw a cold and evil aura in his eyes. He was so frightened that he took two steps back, turned around, waved his knife at the crowd of onlookers and shouted: "Get out of my way! Who is it?"
Dare to stop me..."
A woman's exclamation came from the crowd of onlookers: "It's murder..."
The people surrounding the robber dispersed in a hurry and obediently made way for an escape route.
Seeing that the robber was about to run away, Liu Gen took a deep breath, flew forward, jumped up high, and kicked the robber hard on the back with the sole of his right double-star football shoe.
As soon as the robber took two steps, he received a strong kick from Willow Root on the back. A dog grabbed the shit and fell forward, lying on the ground.
When Liu Gen's right foot landed, he knelt on the back of the fallen robber with his left knee, held down the back of his head with his left hand, grabbed the robber's right hand holding the knife with his right hand, and twisted it back, causing the robber to howl like a pig in pain.
The switchblade in his hand fell to the ground, and his right shoulder joint was twisted and dislocated by the willow root.
The robber cried out: "Dad, son, I'm sorry for you..." He stopped struggling and started wailing bitterly.
An unknown person among the crowd of onlookers cheered: "Okay! I finally saw the legendary shadowless leg and grappling hand!"
Just when Liu Gen was subduing the robber, a short patrolman arrived panting with a baton, shouting at the crowd: "Get out of the way... get out of the way quickly... the police are handling the case..." Squeezing into the crowd, he saw Liu Gen holding a man
He was pinned to the ground and without saying a word, he waved the baton in his right hand and hit Liu Gen on the back. He also yelled: "You kid can run very fast! Now let's see where you are going to escape!" Liu Gen was not knocked over with one blow of the stick.
, the short patrolman was stunned for a moment, and then he was about to swing his second stick.
"Stop..." the beautiful girl who was chasing her yelled, rushed forward, pushed the patrolman away with both hands, pointed at the robber who was pushed to the ground by Liu Gen, and said out of breath: "He... just...
It was the person who robbed...my package..."
The short patrolman's face was covered with sweat and he was breathing heavily. After listening to the perfect girl's words, he realized that he had hit the wrong person, but he quibbled: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Liu Gen had a thick body. Although he was hit by a police baton on his back, he was not knocked down. He still suppressed the robber who was crying and did not let go. He glanced sideways at the beautiful girl who was talking and looked at the robber's left hand.
Holding the bag tightly, he asked: "Is this your bag?"
When the beautiful girl saw a long bloody gash on Liu Gen's left face, she quickly squatted down and did not go to get her bag, but said with concern: "Brother, you are bleeding..."
"Miss, is this your bag?" The short patrolman bent down, grabbed the bag from the robber's hand, stretched it in front of the beautiful girl's face, and interrupted what she was going to say next.
The beautiful girl turned her head and glanced at the bag in the patrolman's hand, nodded and replied: "It's my bag." She still didn't go to get the bag, but turned her eyes to Liu Gen's injured face and said: "Brother, I will take you to the hospital.
Bandage the wound."
"How do you prove that this is your bag?" The short patrolman seemed not to notice the injuries on Liu Gen's face and just performed his duties.
"There is my ID card in the wallet inside." The beautiful girl kept staring at the injury on Liu Gen's face and answered without looking back.
The short patrolman opened the zipper of his handbag and took out a black wallet. Sure enough, there was an ID card inside, so he took out the ID card, looked at the front and back and asked, "What's your name?"
"Xia Yang." the woman replied.
"Date of birth?" the short patrolman continued to ask.
"Are you annoying? Didn't you see that no one was injured?" The beautiful girl named Xia Yang stood up and yelled at the patrolman who was half a head shorter than her.
The short patrolman stared at Xia Yang's raised chest in a white T-shirt. He swallowed as if thirsty, straightened his back and asked again: "Date of birth?"
Xia Yang curled his lips and answered word for word: "July 18, 1981, do you believe it is my bag this time? Give the bag back to me!" He stretched out his hand to get the bag.
But the short patrolman withdrew his hand and said, "I can't give it to you now. This is physical evidence. Let me go back and record the confession before we talk."
"You..." Xia Yang retracted his outstretched hand, too angry to speak.
While the short patrolman was talking to Xia Yang, Liu Gen let go of the robber and stood up. He touched the wound on his face with his hand. Sweat flowed into the wound and it hurt. He glanced at the robber who was still lying on the ground crying.
Thinking that he had been caught, knowing that he would go to jail in the future, he felt regretful, or was afraid.
When Xia Yang saw Liu Gen standing up, he turned towards him again and said, "Brother, the injury on your face..."
"It's okay." Liu Gen looked at Xia Yang honestly and said with a smile. Only then did he see clearly that the person standing in front of him was a very beautiful sister.
Liu Gen also heard the conversation between Xia Yang and the short patrol officer just now. She is a few months younger than him. Judging from her student-style hairstyle, she should still be a student, with a somewhat immature and pretty face.
It is inlaid with a pair of black eyes, the straight bridge of the nose is slightly oozing with beads of sweat, the nasolabial fold connects the nose and the red lips just right, and a small piece of white on the chest is soaked with sweat.
T-shirt, high rise, slender waist, wide hips, legs wrapped in a pair of tight three-quarter jeans, feet wearing a pair of casual sneakers, quite tall, more than half a head taller than the short patrolman
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"There's a lot of blood. The wound is not small. It could be infected." Xia Yang looked at the blood that was constantly coming out of the wound on Liu Gen's left face, dripping down his jaw and onto the bulging deltoid skin of his left shoulder and the gray-white linen double-breasted gown.
superior.
The short patrolman put handcuffs on the robber who was lying on the ground and cried bitterly, and shouted: "Only now do you know how to cry for your father and mother! If you had known that this would happen, why would you still rob someone! Stand up..."
Under Xia Yang's concerned eyes, Liu Gen felt a little distracted. He quickly looked away from her and looked at the shops on both sides. He saw a pharmacy next to it, so he walked over.
"Stop! Don't leave! You have to come with me to record a statement!" The short patrolman grabbed the robber's hair and pulled him up from the ground. When he saw Liu Gen was about to leave, he immediately shouted.
The robber cried out in pain: "Officer, please be gentle... my hand... seems to be broken..."
Liu Gen turned back and pointed at the pharmacy and said, "I'm not leaving. I'm going to buy a band-aid."
Xia Yang followed Liu Gen and walked towards the pharmacy.
"I want iodine cotton balls and band-aids." Liu Gen walked into the pharmacy and said to the two women in white coats.
"Brother, your wound needs stitches at the hospital..." Before Xia Yang, who was following Liu Gen, could finish her words, Liu Gen interrupted her next words with a smile.
"It's okay. It's just a skin injury. Just put a band-aid on it to reduce inflammation."
The woman selling medicine in the pharmacy took out a bottle of iodine cotton. Liu Gen opened the lid and brought a pair of small plastic tweezers outside the bottle. He used the tweezers to pick up an iodine cotton from the bottle. He saw that there were four sides of a pillar in the pharmacy.
It was inlaid with glass that could reflect human figures. He approached one of the sides and disinfected the wound on his left face. Fortunately, the wound was not too deep and did not damage the facial muscles. It only scratched the skin.
Xia Yang and the two women from the pharmacy stared blankly at Liu Gen as he wiped away the blood around the wound on his face, then tore off the band-aid, put his hands on the wound from top to bottom, and used the band-aid to pull it together and stick it together. Liu Gen looked in the mirror.
Look, the wound was too long, and one band-aid was not enough. So I ordered two more band-aids, tore them open, and stuck the two band-aids on next to the one I just put on. I looked in the mirror and laughed happily: "Go to the hospital and get stitches."
Needles will leave scars, so you don’t have to spend too much money and won’t leave too obvious scars.”