Zhao Gangjun curled his lips and said, "It's just a trick that guy Beruca made to make money. If the end of the world really happens, no one can save anyone."
"How do you talk? You don't have to believe in our great god Ronny, but you can't insult him!! China is a country that values freedom of religious belief. What does it have to do with you that we believe in great god Ronny? What qualifications do you have?
Are you pointing fingers at Ronnie?" the middle-aged man asked dissatisfied.
"I'm telling the truth. The essence of Roni religion is to make money. Why pray for a god? How much does it cost to buy a statue of a god?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"It depends on how sincere you are."
The middle-aged man said, "Since you are not a member of our Roni religion, I want you to apologize to us immediately and get out of here."
"Get out of here!"
Those sitting on the small benches were also shouting loudly.
"Folks, this Roni sect is basically a cult. Everyone who joins the Roni sect needs to pay a large amount of money to support the so-called Roni god. It is not easy for you to make money, but don't let others
What a scam." Zhao Gangjun said.
"Get the fuck out of here."
A middle-aged woman cursed, "You dare to call me Ronny, believe it or not, I will kill you in the future?"
"What are you doing? Get away. There's no point in crying when the world ends." A young man shouted.
Zhao Gangjun frowned and didn't say much. He directly picked up the phone and pressed 110.
Originally, he had no interest in matters like cults, because there are too many cults in China, and there are too many idiots. You can manage one but not two, and it is often thankless. But the cult in front of him is
Ronnyism, this is different.
Zhao Gangjun was very curious, how did the Roni sect develop into China, and what was their purpose?
110 received the police very quickly. Not long after, a police car drove outside the yard, and then two policemen got out of the car.
As soon as the two policemen came in, they asked, "Who called the police?"
"I!"
Zhao Gangjun said, "I report that there is a cult here."
"Cult?"
A fat policeman smiled and said, "What kind of cult? Why haven't we heard of it? You guys, tell me, what kind of cult is it?"
"Officer, they are making trouble here!" The middle-aged man winked at the fat policeman and said, "You have to make the decision for us."
"Really? Making trouble? This is not okay."
The fat police officer hooked his hand at Zhao Gangjun and said, "Come here."
Zhao Gangjun walked up to the fat police officer, and the fat police officer said, "Stretch out your hand."
"What?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Just stick it out when I ask you to, so much nonsense?" The fat police officer glared at Zhao Gangjun.
Zhao Gangjun didn't get angry. He stretched out his hand to see what the fat police officer was going to do.
The fat police officer took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist and cuffed them directly on Zhao Gangjun's hands.
"Are you making trouble? Come with us?"
The fat police officer said.
"This officer."
Pan An, who was next to him, couldn't stand it anymore. He knew Zhao Gangjun's background. If Zhao Gangjun got angry, it would not be as simple as an earthquake for FJ's police system, so he planned to dissuade him and named Zhao Gangjun's identity.
But he didn't expect a warning look from Zhao Gangjun, and Pan An decisively shut up.
"Stand here for now, Xiao Li, let's go smoke a cigarette."
The fat policeman said to his companion after handcuffing Zhao Gangjun.
The other policeman hummed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to the fat policeman, and then the two of them turned around and walked out of the yard.
"Let me tell you, this is the territory of our Roni sect."
Seeing the two policemen leaving, the middle-aged man walked towards Zhao Gangjun with a grin, and said as he walked, "If you dare to insult our great master Ronnie, you can't even think of walking out of here standing today."
"Are you still in the same group?"
Zhao Gangjun asked with a smile. He originally wanted to say hello to the public security bureau and see if they could find out anything. Unexpectedly, the two policemen stood there naked.
To the middle-aged man, this really aroused Zhao Gangjun's anger.
Zhao Gangjun is a man who doesn't get angry easily, even those people who just scolded him, he didn't take it seriously, but when he touches some things, he will become like a gasoline barrel, exploding at a moment's notice, such as now.
The two policemen were so obviously on the side of the middle-aged man. In Zhao Gangjun's opinion, this was a disgrace to the national police. Although he was not a policeman himself, he was still the boss of the National Security Bureau. He would not handle such a thing.
I just can't stand it.
Therefore, although Zhao Gangjun was smiling at this time, anyone who knew him would know that he was simply smiling in anger.
"The glory of God Ronny is everywhere."
The middle-aged man said, picking up an unoccupied bench from the ground, and then greeted a few men, and surrounded Zhao Gangjun, who had his hands cuffed, and Lin Xin and Pan An in the middle.
"What are you doing? Do you know who he is!"
Pan An couldn't bear it anymore. He absolutely couldn't sit back and watch Zhao Gangjun get angry like this, so he warned the middle-aged people and others. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged people and the others didn't care about him at all. One of them even kicked him directly.
foot.
"Even the King of Heaven, I can only be a piece of shit in front of our great God Ronny. Come on, everyone, teach him a lesson."
The middle-aged man roared and hit Zhao Gangjun with a bench, and the others followed suit and attacked Zhao Gangjun together.
Zhao Gangjun's smiling face suddenly turned gloomy the moment these people took action, and then Zhao Gangjun exerted a slight force on his hand.
With a click, the handcuffs were torn off by Zhao Gangjun.
One simple move swept through the entire army.
The few people who rushed up were all kicked out.
Zhao Gangjun usually rarely takes action against these unarmed and powerless ordinary people, but this time, he took action very decisively.
Just because you are ignorant doesn't mean you can make mistakes.
It's not your fault that you are mentally retarded, but it is your fault if you show that you are mentally retarded in front of me.
The middle-aged man was kicked in the chest by Zhao Gangjun, and he fell to the ground and groaned. The villagers nearby who were watching the show saw that their own people had been knocked down, and they all stood up, and then rushed towards Zhao Gangjun without hesitation.
These people were men, women, old and young, and they all had a fanatical look on their faces, as if they wanted to devote themselves to the great Lord Ronny.
Zhao Gangjun was also merciless and knocked these people to the ground directly.
At this time, two policemen who were smoking outside also heard the noise and ran in with cigarettes in their mouths.
Seeing the people lying on the ground and Zhao Gangjun who was calm and composed, the two policemen decisively took out their guns.
"Put down your weapons and raise your hands."
shouted the fat policeman.
Zhao Gangjun spread his hands helplessly.
The broken handcuff chain was dangling, very conspicuous.
"Hands up, don't move!"
shouted the policeman next to the fat policeman.
"Is this how you received the police?" Zhao Gangjun asked softly.
"You idiot, how did we call the police? It's none of your business. Raise your hands right away, or I'll kill you." The fat policeman shouted.
"I'm Pan An."
At this time, Pan An felt that if he didn't stand up, Zhao Gangbao would probably kill the two policemen, so he stood up decisively.
"Pan An? I don't care who you are. You're paralyzed, so raise your hands for me!" The fat policeman pointed his gun at Pan An.
"My father is Pan Rulong." Although Pan An had a good temper, his face darkened when he was scolded in front of him.
"Pan Rulong, what Pan Rulong? I don't know you. If you don't raise your hand... Hey, Xiao Li, why are you pulling me?" The fat policeman was talking, but Xiao Li on the side pulled his hand.
Made him a little dissatisfied.
"Pan, Pan, Secretary Pan."
Xiao Li's face turned slightly pale and he said, "Yes, it's Secretary Pan."
"Secretary Pan? Which Secretary Pan?" The fat policeman still couldn't react, but Xiao Li pulled his hand down and said anxiously, "It's the Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Pan Rulong!!"
"City, Municipal Party Committee Secretary?!"
The fat policeman was decisively frightened by such a big official. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Li, then looked at Pan An, swallowed his saliva, held on to his strength, and said, "You, you said you were Secretary Pan's
?”
"He's my dad."
Pan An said.
"How do you prove it?"
The fat policeman said with a slight stutter, "You said you are Secretary Pan's son, that's it?"
"Shall I call your chief?" Pan An seemed a little dissatisfied that the fat policeman didn't believe him, so he directly picked up the phone and called.
The fat policeman no longer stopped Pan An at this time. He looked at Pan An so closely that he was sweating.
"Director Wang, hello, I'm Xiao Pan, yes, it's me. I'm in xx village now. I met two policemen here. They didn't believe that I was friends with you, so they gave you a call.
Well, okay, I'll give him the phone." Pan An said, walked up to the fat policeman and handed over the phone.
The fat policeman looked at the name displayed on the phone, swallowed, and put the phone to his ear while trembling slightly.
"Hello."
"I am Wang Dachui."
A dignified, somewhat familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Wang, Director Wang."
The fat policeman's hand shook, but he didn't throw away the phone.
"Explain to me why Mr. Pan called me to prove our relationship." Wang Dachui said.
"This, this."
The fat policeman's lips turned white, and he felt a bitterness in his throat.
At this moment, Zhao Gangjun, who was standing not far away, walked up to him at some point and took the phone from his hand.
"Wang Dachui? I'm Zhao Gangjun, please bring someone to xx village immediately." After Zhao Gangjun finished speaking, he didn't say much else and hung up the phone directly.
Seeing Zhao Gangjun's performance, the fat policeman's legs softened and he managed to avoid falling.
He looked at Zhao Gangjun in horror. Oh my god, could this uncle be more powerful than Secretary Pan’s son? How dare he order Director Wang?!