A heavy banging on the door rang out, waking County Magistrate Lin from his sleep.
"Who is so unyielding?"
The wife turned over and murmured in a low voice. But Magistrate Lin's heart jumped in fright after being awakened.
The Japanese attack here was something he could see, and whenever someone knocked on the door at night, he would be a little frightened.
"Pa bang..."
There was a small sound of gunfire in the distance, which made County Magistrate Lin almost feel tachycardia. He picked up his shoes and ran out of the door without caring about carrying them.
The dog he raised in the yard was barking "woof, woof, woof" at the gate. It wasn't until the person calling the door made a sound that County Magistrate Lin felt relieved.
"County Magistrate, Magistrate Lin, the soldiers have entered the city, hurry up... open the door quickly..."
The continuous knocking on the door was like a barrage of cannons. The people outside seemed to be really anxious. However, the gunshots in the distance had calmed down by now, and the night seemed to be quiet again.
After unbolting the door latch, County Magistrate Lin opened the courtyard door. The dark figure outside saw that Magistrate Lin was not wearing his usual gown and shouted anxiously,
"Oh, my County Magistrate Lin, hurry up and take a look. Some soldiers from the Umbrella School have entered the city. They say it's the people on the roads in our city who are robbing anti-Japanese supplies. They..."
Upon hearing the word "on the road", County Magistrate Lin suddenly became less anxious.
"If there is such a thing, why don't you go to the militia guarding the city and the police chief..."
The so-called "people on the road" in Jurong City are either the subordinates of the group leader, or the relatives and friends of the director. The government wants to crack down on drugs and prostitutes, but these bad businesses are the jobs of those officials.
Therefore, no matter how much the government publicizes and orders, it is just that the ground becomes wet after the rain and dries up when the wind blows.
On the contrary, it was the principal of the paratrooper school whom he met when he returned from going to the countryside in the morning. County Magistrate Lin had vaguely heard of his origins.
He served in the German army and returned immediately after hearing that his motherland was invaded by the Japanese. He fought bloody battles in the Sihang Warehouse and was then ordered to set up a paratrooper school.
"It's hard for our government to intervene in this kind of thing. Those so-called people on the road are robbing anti-Japanese supplies..."
As he spoke, he led the dark figure outside to the small stone table in the yard of his home, and even said "shh" to indicate not to make a loud noise.
Then he went back to the house, found an oil lamp in the dark, nodded, and went outside again.
Under the dim light in the small courtyard, the dark figure finally became clear. He was wearing a black police uniform and a big-brimmed hat. Seeing County Magistrate Lin walking slowly and squarely, he became anxious again.
stand up,
"County Magistrate Lin, I heard that the soldiers entering the city are from some kind of umbrella school... They are dressed very strangely, they run very fast, and the weapons in their hands are all machine guns. When they are beaten, they spit out their long tongues of fire..."
Putting the oil lamp on the stone table, County Magistrate Lin took out the hospitality cigarette and put it on the table. He pushed the cigarette and the match toward the policeman.
"Please, smoke and slowly tell me what happened."
"Oh, I'm so sorry that I have to ask the county magistrate to greet me..."
The policeman who came to report the news was also an old policeman. He had a clear idea of what the chief and the people in the vigilante group usually did. He had been working in the police station for a long time and already knew what was going on.
The director asked him to come to the county magistrate's place. He didn't dare not come. But it was not his turn to worry about what the county magistrate would make up his mind. He took out one of the county magistrate's reception cigarettes and sniffed it under his nose.
Smell it, then strike a match and light it.
He took a breath, tasted it with his eyes closed, and laughed,
"As expected of an old knife, this taste is really strong."
After he finished speaking, he took two more puffs before continuing,
"I heard from the soldiers guarding the city that the people from the Umbrella School did not go through the city gate, but came directly through the wall. Then there were seven or eight hundred people who occupied the city wall, and then there was another group of people who ran extremely fast and blocked the road.
All the houses were confiscated. Those who dared to resist were shot to death. When our director heard about it, he asked me to tell you the matter quickly, saying that the troops entered the city without saying hello. This matter..."
County Magistrate Lin did not smoke. He listened carefully to the visitor's words under the dim oil lamp and thought for a long time before saying,
"In this case, I will write a document about this matter and send it to Shangfeng, and ask your director to ask what is going on. Let's hear what Shangfeng has to say."
Hearing what County Magistrate Lin said, the old policeman knew that Magistrate Lin was determined not to care.
Anyway, if he writes a letter and reports it to Shang Feng, he will have completed his duties. As for the current matter, that is a matter between the vigilante chief and the police chief.
Ordinarily, the correct procedure for this matter is to find a county magistrate like him. Then the county will hold a meeting to make a decision, and then...
But County Magistrate Lin knew that it was a joke. In that time, the guys on the county roads would have run away long ago. And through the meeting, it was purely through the mouths of the militia leader and director to report the news to those people.
As an aspiring county magistrate, when Magistrate Lin was a few years younger, his blood was boiling for Beifan.
However, in fact, his experiences over the years had already made him understand that the people's wealth and wealth had been divided up by some intricately connected people. And he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
I don’t even understand why drug dealers, human traffickers, etc. are constantly being banned, and even big gangsters like Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng have openly become so-called big shots.
In the end, I had to close my eyes, cover my ears, pretend that I couldn't see or hear, and just act perfunctorily.
"Then, County Magistrate Lin, I'll go back and talk to the director..."
Hearing the old policeman ask, County Magistrate Lin smiled slightly and said,
"This is the only way I can handle this matter here. I only have a group of people who can only use pens and pens. There is really nothing I can do about those who are armed with live ammunition. I'd better let the director and the leader of the militia group discuss the matter."
"this……"
The old policeman had a troubled look on his face, and County Magistrate Lin noticed that his eyes were constantly glancing at the half-pack of reception cigarettes left.
Simply pick it up and stuff it into his hand, then send the guest off with a smile.
"You don't have to stay here for too long. The director must still be waiting for your reply. When you get back, tell me that I have sent the documents to the top. I will definitely be there at dawn. I will ask the director to take care of it now."
The old policeman understood what County Magistrate Lin meant, took half a pack of cigarettes and hurried away.
However, at this moment, County Magistrate Lin was not sleepy. He was sitting in front of the stone table, thinking blankly, and guessing the future development of this matter.
After thinking about it, I just wanted to wait and see how to deal with it in the future. As for handling it, what can the chairman do to the German principal, just because he killed a few thieves, and then...
Shaking his head, he felt that the director or the leader of the militia group might not be able to overcome this matter, but he had a better impression of the young principal of the paratrooper school.
Those human traffickers, drug dealers, and those who turned good girls into prostitutes should have been killed long ago. The government has repeatedly issued orders that these things are illegal, and those who can be punished are only unconnected thieves. No one with a real background can be touched.