When the old man was thirty years old, he had been depressed and frustrated, but when he reached middle age, he changed his destiny because he worked as an undercover agent.
Nowadays, he is very proud and has a certain say in the police force; in society, countless gangsters bow down to him and flatter him wantonly. In the family, because his "income" is increasing, he used to be nagging His daughter-in-law now admires him very much, and his son is also obedient. When relatives and friends meet, they all unconsciously act a little shorter in front of him.
His ambition to infiltrate the most vicious criminal gangs has been completely wiped out in the flashy and fake banquets.
Tonight.
After the old man got off work, his colleagues took him to the apartment in Nanmei Garden.
This place has been introduced before. It is the place where gambling games gather the most in the city. If you find a 15-story high-rise building, at least ten floors will be used for gambling, and the remaining five floors will definitely be used for skating. Gun room.
In a certain apartment, an old man with extremely poor mahjong skills played four rounds with a group of social men who were professional in gambling, and actually won nearly 40,000 yuan. The coins piled on the mahjong table were almost a year old. The palm is high.
In fact, since Lao Fu became the deputy captain of the district bureau, he has basically never lost money, not even once.
The posture of Lao Fu playing mahjong is worth studying. He usually holds a cigarette in his mouth, crosses his legs with his eyes narrowed, plays with his phone and WeChat with his left hand, and plays mahjong casually with his right hand, with at least two-thirds of his eyes The time is stuck on his mobile phone, but even if he is so absent-minded, he can still sit on the dealer several times in a row. After basically playing four or five cards, he can listen to the cards.
"It's almost done, I'm a little sleepy."
As usual today, Lao Fu opened his mouth and said something after four rounds.
"I don't want to play anymore, haha."
A middle-aged man next to him asked the old man with a smile.
"Let's wait for another day. I'm tired."
The old man nodded and replied.
"Okay, so be it."
The middle-aged man immediately smiled and nodded.
"Oh, I won a lot."
The old man lowered his head and swiped the money he won on the table, and said half seriously and half jokingly.
"You have a good idea."
The middle-aged man replied casually.
"Winning thirty-five thousand is considered gambling."
The old man still said it as if he was joking.
"What's wrong with gambling is that you are happy and happy. If you come back tomorrow, if you lose to me, don't I have to keep it, haha."
The middle-aged man stood up and said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll leave first."
The old man put down the 30,000 yuan in his hand, stood up with his bag under his arm.
"I send you."
The middle-aged man winked, and then the colleague who came with Lao Fu took the money on the table.
"No, just stay."
The old man turned around and left the gambling place without even looking back.
Ten minutes later, the colleague chased him out of the community. He then took the file bag containing the money, opened the door of Lao Fu's car and said, "Let's go, brother."
"ah."
The old man nodded.
"You forgot something."
The colleague put the file bag directly on the passenger seat.
"You take one."
The old man was silent for a moment and said casually.
"I won't take it, hehe." The colleague squinted his eyes and smiled.
"If you don't have this toy, please take one."
Old Fu frowned and said.
"Thank you then, brother."
This time my colleague didn’t put off any more excuses, and skillfully pulled out a pile from the portfolio.
"What is the name of the person who is playing mahjong with me today?"
Old Fu frowned and asked.
"Daquanzi."
"Ah, yes, his name is Da Quanzi, okay, you turn around and pay attention. When the bureau starts sweeping the bureau, tell him what you should tell him."
Lao Fu said something casually.
"Then I understand, brother." The colleague nodded immediately.
"Don't cause any trouble to me, no matter what."
The old man gave some final instructions and then drove away.
"Uh-huh."
As soon as he left, a domineering car behind him followed him closely.
In the car.
"Where are you?" Lao Fu asked, holding the phone.
"What's going on in the dormitory, uncle?" a girl asked.
"Come out, have a meal and watch a movie."
The old man invited with a smile.
"Then."
"Then let's sleep together, haha." Old Fu smiled.
"I have morning classes tomorrow."
"Five thousand yuan, can you solve your trouble tomorrow morning?" Old Fu said very directly.
"Okay then, you wait for me at the school gate, I'll go out in a while."
"Quick, quick."
The old man responded and then hung up the phone. He sent a text message to his wife on his mobile phone that he was going on a business trip tonight. Then he drove to the station first, parked the car, and picked up the things in the car. , walked out of the district and municipal bureau compound, and finally walked two streets before taking a taxi and rushing to a certain university.
An hour and a half later, at the gate of a university in Jiangbei.
The old man got out of the car, then went to the supermarket to buy some drinks, as well as "high-end" contraceptives, condoms, popping candies, jelly and other professional things, and then stood on the roadside with the bag.
"Squeak."
A Bazao slowly came to a stop, and then the window was lowered. Wu Honggang stretched his neck and asked, "Can we leave?"
"You're doing a tyrannical job." The old man was stunned as he picked up his things.
"brush."
Wu Honggang stretched out his arm from the car, put the muzzle of his gun directly in front of Lao Fu's face, and then said: "Look at how black this guy is."
The old man was stunned when he saw the muzzle of the gun.
Five minutes later, Ba Dao was in the car.
Wu Honggang shook his neck, and then without even looking at the old man sitting in the passenger seat, he opened his mouth and said: "Call your wife and tell her that today you received a call from a friend of the Discipline Inspection Commission, saying that the superiors may want to I'm checking you, so you have to go out and hide for a while, settle down, and then contact her."
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Old Fu stared at Wu Honggang's side face and sat motionless in the passenger seat.
"I'll tell you a story. It's true."
Wu Honggang smiled and pondered for a moment, and then said calmly: "I have a friend who was blocked at home by his enemies. The enemy had a gun and he was kneeling on the ground. At this time, he knew that he would die today, but the enemies I proposed that as long as he eats a piece of shit, I won’t kill him. Now, I’ll let you guess whether he ate the shit in the end.”
The old man gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Let me tell you, he knew that even if he ate shit, the other party would kill him, but in the end he ate it anyway. Why?" Wu Honggang asked very nakedly.
The old man still didn't speak.
"Now, if you eat the shit I gave you, I can still give you some time to reflect on life, haha." Wu Honggang continued.
"I don't remember, I know you."
The old man gritted his teeth and said.
"Fight or not,,."
Wu Honggang took the pistol and placed it directly on Lao Fu's left rib, and asked in a calm voice
Five minutes later.
Old Fu took out his mobile phone with trembling hands and dialed his wife's number. He lied by claiming that he had just been on a business trip. The real reason he wanted to leave was that he heard the news and knew that someone from the Discipline Inspection Commission was trying to get him.