Wu Xingfa felt the same way: "A tough guy like this comes out every few years. If he doesn't run rampant for a year and a half, he will be killed. I don't know how long Duan Erpao can survive."
Li Suifeng said: "The world has its own rules. No one can violate it, not even the little boy in the police chief's office. There are so many awesome people in this society. If you don't know the rules of the world, you will end up dead."
Is the second Jiangbei Zhuo easy to bully? Just wait and see..."
There was no suspense about this question anymore. While he was still drunk, Wu Xingfa mentioned the inheritance of the Omi underworld again: "We will all be old in ten years. Who do you think will be the next leader?"
Li Suifeng thought for a while and said: "That Liu Handong is number one. He is different from Duan Erpao. He is ruthless when he should be ruthless, and he is very measured when he shouldn't be ruthless. He also doesn't take money that he shouldn't take. After this man came to Omi,
There are only seven or eight lives on his hands alone. It is said to be a rumor outside, but the news from Ziyu's side says that it is basically true. This is the real god of death! Duan Erpao is not bullshit."
Wu Xingfa said: "Duan Erpao's subordinates killed several people, and I heard that Liu Handong did it again."
"Yes, so this person cannot be kept. In the future, when I am old and Li Kang is still young, I will not be eaten by others." Li Suifeng cut the cigarette at the waist and said with a smile.
…
Zhan Ziyu came out of Jiangxin Island drunk, and the staff on the yacht advised him to sober up before leaving, or to take a taxi, or even find a driver.
"Don't even look at what I do." Zhan Ziyu opened his clutch bag and revealed the small black pistol inside. He was originally a measured person, but after drinking, he got carried away and had a bad temper. He also liked
Show off.
The staff didn't dare to speak anymore, but secretly prayed that people on the street would be careful and don't get hit by him, and their death would be in vain.
As the yacht docked, Zhan Ziyu walked into the parking lot with a cigarette in his mouth, got into his Infiniti FX, drove the rocker, and headed for the exit, shaking his head. An old man in his fifties stopped in front of the car and motioned for him to stop and pay.
"Fifteen yuan." The old man held out five fingers and said. He was a little unhappy because the car was parked sideways and occupied three normal parking spaces, so he had to be charged three cents.
Zhan Ziyu originally planned to pay, but there was already a five-yuan bill on the center console. When he heard the other party asking for fifteen yuan, he became furious, got out of the car, slammed the car door and shouted: "Kill people, kill me."
It’s on your head, you’re tired of living, you old cunt!”
The old man looking at cars was used to seeing all kinds of people waiting for him. Besides, this riverside parking lot had a small background, so he was not afraid of him. He puffed up his chest and cursed: "Why don't you drive a Chery?"
Zhan Ziyu spun around in anger. Infiniti was being mistaken for Chery. This old man looked down upon others. He didn't bother to talk nonsense and just punched the old man with a straight punch. The old man was knocked down on his back, and then he went up and kicked: "Damn it."
You're so cool, Chery, right? I'll let you Chery!"
The wife of the old man watching the car ran out of the hut and shouted: "Here comes someone, help me, I'm beating someone." Then she lay down in front of the Infiniti wheel.
Zhan Ziyu didn't want to listen to her, so he got into the car and was about to run over him. The old woman was very smart and got up quickly. The wheels rubbed against his body and drove past him. He was crushed to death even a second later.
"Call the police! I wrote down the car number." The old man got up from the ground and said angrily.
"Call 110. This person was drunk and driving drunk!" the old woman said bitterly.
Zhan Ziyu drove the "Large Chery" speeding along the Yanjiang Avenue. He was driving very fast. He was in a hurry to have a drink with his friends. As he was driving, he saw a traffic policeman blocking the car in front of him, so he impatiently pulled over and lowered his vehicle.
The police officer's ID card was extended out of the car window.
"I'm from the city bureau, I have a mission." Zhan Ziyu said with a frown.
The people in charge of checking the car were Wu Lianghai and Tan Jiaxing from the Yunshan Brigade. They were just doing a routine inspection. However, after stopping the Infiniti, a strong smell of alcohol rushed out of the car, almost knocking him out. It was a clear sign of drunk driving.
ah.
"Please show your driver's license." After Tan Jiaxing checked his police officer's license, he still didn't buy it. He drank too much and must control it, otherwise he might cause a car accident if he continued to drive.
"Are you fucking brainless? Can't you see who I am?" Zhan Ziyu threw his police officer badge on Tan Jiaxing's face, got out of the car, and kicked him.
Tan Jiaxing dodged and faced Zhan Ziyu. He had a law enforcement camera on his chest that could record the images and sounds of the law enforcement process.
"You are suspected of drunk driving. It's best not to drive." Tan Jiaxing didn't want to make a big fuss. He was drunk and he was a colleague of the city bureau, so he couldn't be more serious. However, the other party was so arrogant that he actually made a move.
"Drunk driving, drunk driving, your mother!" Zhan Ziyu had been holding back his anger in the parking lot just now. Now that his temper was rising, he had to relieve his anger. Even if the other party was the King of Heaven, he would still hit him.
After being slapped, Tan Jiaxing lowered his head and his police hat flew off.
Another punch failed. Zhan Ziyu was annoyed. He turned back to the car and took out a gun. He pointed at Tan Jiaxing and yelled: "You move again? If you move again, I will shoot you!"
Wu Lianghai was already using the walkie-talkie to call for support. When he saw Zhan Ziyu pulling out a gun, he quickly reported: "Call the special police, guns are being fired here!"
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Tan Jiaxing did not dare to dodge anymore. The opponent was a drunkard, but he really dared to shoot.
Zhan Ziyu stepped forward and kicked Tan Jiaxing hard, causing him to roll all over the floor. His reflective vest also opened and the battery of his walkie-talkie fell out. Seeing that it was nothing, Wu Lianghai hugged Zhan Ziyu from behind. The onlookers swarmed up and grabbed his arms and pressed his legs.
, firmly subdue Zhan Ziyu.
Tan Jiaxing picked it up from the ground and asked Zhan Ziyu to blow the breathalyzer. He refused to cooperate and was forced to pinch his nose and take a sip. The alcohol content exceeded the drunk driving standard by three and a half times!
At this time, the traffic police reinforcements arrived and controlled the drunk driver and put him into the car. When the squadron leader saw that this was not Zhan Ziyu, he quickly sent him to sober up. He also asked Wu Lianghai and Tan Jiaxing to stop being on duty and return.
The team writes down what happened.
The next day, Zhan Ziyu woke up from his hangover. He was still dizzy. He picked up his phone and looked at dozens of missed calls. He went back to them one by one according to their weight. Only then did he realize that he had gotten into trouble yesterday.
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First, an old couple in the parking lot called the police and claimed that they beat someone up for not paying the fee. The case was suppressed at the police station, but I heard that the old couple planned to make a big fuss and post the video online.
The second thing was that he was caught by the traffic police for drunk driving. Fortunately, the squadron leader knew him and the matter was suppressed.
Zhan Ziyu was a little depressed. Why was he so unlucky? He was so unlucky to everyone and exposed on the Internet. He was looking for death! He called Duan Erpao and said, "Erpao, my brother is being bullied. What do you think we should do?"
"
"What else can we do? Cut off your hands!" Duan Erpao was unambiguous.
"It's in the parking lot near Jiangxin Island Yacht Pier. The two old men watching the car, please take care of it and don't cause any casualties."
"Do it now!"
Then Zhan Ziyu called the head of the traffic police detachment again, "You traffic police don't give much face. It makes me look ugly and lose face..."
The traffic police detachment leader quickly apologized, promised to deal with the person involved, and invited Zhan Ziyu to drink another day.
At noon that day, Tan Jiaxing was suspended.
In the afternoon, a group of young men in black T-shirts rushed in at the riverside parking lot. They chopped down the administrator, who was over sixty years old, and smashed all the stoves, beddings, hot water bottles, etc. in the house.
go.
After receiving the alarm, 110 rushed to the scene and sent the administrator to the hospital for rescue. One of the old man's hands was cut off and he was pushed into the operating room for emergency treatment. The old lady survived because she went to buy groceries and sat at the door of the operating room crying.
Morning News reporter Baina received a tip and came to the hospital to interview the person involved in the case. When the old woman learned that the other party was the famous Morning News reporter Bai Na, she immediately felt like she had been looking forward to a savior and told the whole story in tears.
Baina has recently been paying attention to the case of the "Hand-Severing Party", a newly emerging underworld gang in Omi. It is characterized by its love of cutting off people's hands. In just three months, they cut off enough hands to open a table of mahjong, which has brought great consequences to society.
There was a huge atmosphere of panic. When I interviewed the police, they only said that they were investigating, and the hand-chopping gang was still rampant. This was the latest case.
"It's the person who drove the Chery who called yesterday. I have the video. Reporter Bai, I'll give you the evidence." The old woman knew exactly how the disaster came about.
Baina followed her back to the parking lot to collect evidence, but found that the surveillance camera had been smashed. The old woman picked up a memory card from the base of the spittoon and said, "I was on guard against them. Here is the video."
Baina copied the videos in the memory card to her laptop and returned the card to the old woman: "You can keep it and make a few more backups."
Back in the car, Baina opened the video file and saw a fierce man pushing and beating the administrator with great arrogance.
This was a familiar face. Baina knew that this person was Zhan Ziyu, the son of one of the city's notorious yamen, the top leader and deputy director of the city bureau, Zhan Shusen, and he was also a police officer in the city bureau.
A bold idea came to mind. Is it because of Zhan Ziyu's cover that the "Hand-cutting Party" could get away with it? It's very possible that Baina decided to investigate this case.
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Late at night, at a candy bar in the downtown area, Duan Erpao arrived with his men arrogantly. The four blood guards were all wearing black tight T-shirts with bloody handprints on their chests. The knowledgeable people on the street hurriedly retreated when they saw it. The manager personally entertained them and poured wine for them.
Wine, serve on the fruit plate.
The lights in the bar are weird, the heavy metal music is deafening, the people are crowded, and the girls in three-point attire are pole dancing on the stage. Duan Erpao is holding a cigarette and swaying to the music. There are four women at the table next to him.
, all wearing heavy makeup, wearing revealing dresses bought on Taobao, shaking their iPhones, and glancing here from time to time.
The eyes of Duan Erpao and the Blood Guards were all attracted, and they didn't notice at all that a person came behind him. He took out a small metal pipe from his trouser pocket, aimed at Duan Erpao's back from a distance of less than one meter, and used
With the other hand, slam the end of the metal pipe.