Five hoodies of the same style and different colors, five pairs of jeans of the same brand, and five pairs of Nike sneakers of the same style and different colors.
The five Cheng Xiaoyus appeared in this image in Hua'an Town at the junction of the two provinces. After a three-hour drive, they arrived at the busy time of Hua'an Town in the early morning. They simply ate soy milk and fried dough sticks on the street. In the small town
When the small 'commercial street' consisting of several clothing stores opened, I bought some clothes, booked a room in a small hotel, and parked my car in the open space behind the hotel.
Jianguo Street, No. 165. A few people did not go to this place rashly. After experiencing a spiritual transformation that I dare not say was a spiritual transformation, but it was not related, the light radiating from the eyes of several people has changed, especially among them.
Cheng Xiaoyu is the most important. He has adopted a rural saying with a certain flavor as his motto since he was a child. Similar words were also very popular in the mid-to-late 1990s.
"I can't let someone sit on my neck and shit."
Cheng Xiaoyu's motto has relatively changed, and it is more suitable for him who is at the bottom of society and looks up to the "towering trees" around him.
"I can tolerate you riding on my neck to shit, but I will never allow you to ride on my neck and shit."
The appearance of the gunman deeply stimulated Cheng Xiaoyu. He could not tolerate waiting for others to end his anger. He needed to take action, even if it was in vain and even if it was arrogant in the eyes of others.
Meng Baldzi had an insignificant image and could not make any waves when thrown into the crowd. He was arranged by Cheng Xiaoyu to look for No. 165 on Jianguo Street.
Cui's pigtails are thick but fine. When you need him to show his due meticulousness, he will do better than the average person. He will guard the entrances and exits of Hua'an Town and secretly observe the traffic on the street like a street citizen.
Everything, mainly vehicles, Zhu Dachang arranged the details set by Cheng Xiaoyu, and asked Cui Xiaobian to wait quietly as a passerby, a restaurant diner, and a chess watcher at a roadside chess stall. You can do this job for someone else.
It's definitely not as good as him, he can endure loneliness.
Zhang Sen went to get acquainted with the situation in the entire town, which was not difficult for him. At the same time, he tried to find some simple weapons that could cause damage, even if it was just a hammer, and of course it was best to make an appointment carefully.
Zhu Dachang ran to the river bank at the border. A tributary river less than ten meters wide was a natural separation barrier between the two countries. There was only a fairly spacious bridge in the town as the only way to communicate with each other.
Both the embankment on this side of the river and the grassland on the other side of the river are guarded by dedicated personnel. On the Chinese side, the river bank is simply blocked from the river. Standing on the river bank, you can clearly see the rows of trees on the opposite side in the distance.
A corner of the low-rise building is exposed in the distance. It is not an exaggeration to describe this neighbor as poor. It is not a rumor that a bag of white flour was exchanged for a yellow-flowered girl.
Poor people come to be poor, but there are some things this neighbor does very well, and even deserves to be emulated by the whole world. Standing on the river bank and looking up, a big-headed soldier sitting on the grass with a wolf dog stayed in his sight from morning to night.
Anyone who tries to cross the river will and must be discovered immediately. This is his job, responsibility and even a political task. By noon, you will witness with your own eyes the soldiers eating dry food and drinking two sips of water, continuing to hold on.
The area where he is stationed.
With Zhu Dachang's eloquence and experience, it was not difficult to chat with the old people in the town on the river bank and build relationships. In a short period of time, he had a little understanding of the town.
It is not an exaggeration to put these four words on the head of Hua'an Town. It is a typical old agricultural area in Northeast China. It is among the poorest towns in the province. It does not have any pillar industries, nor any large-scale factories and enterprises.
Even if you want to cross the border to travel to a neighboring country, you will pass through the Korean Autonomous Prefecture. Apart from an armed police border defense force stationed here, there is little diplomacy between the two countries. The average annual income per capita is only more than 3,000 yuan.
It can be clearly seen from the infrastructure construction in the town that Jianguo Street is the only main road running from north to south in Hua'an Town. Except for some buildings in the center of the town, both sides of Jianguo Street are still at the level of brick and tile houses.
Qixiyu, a small town that is connected to a driving school, is much poorer, but the people here seem very satisfied. Compared with the other side of the river, they are very content with their current life.
As for Cheng Xiaoyu, he withdrew tens of thousands of dollars from the bank. Before everyone left, everyone bought the cheapest old Nokia mobile phone, and each person had a mobile phone card. He sat in the hotel and was responsible for liaison with Zhu Dachang, Cui Xiaozhen, and Zhang Sen.
, Meng Tuzi and the four of them did not know each other’s phone number. There are some things that they all understand whether they are watching TV, reading books or being influenced by their own ears. Although they are a little immature, people can be in the position of dominating all things, and continuous learning and progress are human beings.
The root of their ability to always maintain their status. If the experiences of Zhang Sen, Zhu Dachang, and Cui Xiaobin are beyond the ordinary people's profession, Cheng Xiaoyu and Meng Tuzi are real ordinary people. They have never been exposed to such a tragic situation and have developed to this day.
During the process of transformation, Meng Tuzi released his ruffian nature, and Cheng Xiaoyu also released the violent and violent spirit in his bones.
Sitting alone in the hotel, Cheng Xiaoyu calmly washed his face with cold water, inserted his head into the sink, let the cold tap water pour over his head, wiped it, touched his chin and the beard above and below his lips, and finally
Putting a towel on his face, smelling the indescribable smell on the towel, he leaned against the bed. After a long time, he suddenly sat up and grabbed the towel off his face. The smell of blood in his eyes was very strong, filling his eyes.
With steadfast brutality.
People always have to show their proper character in difficult situations or even desperate situations, either escaping or surrendering or being weak or resisting... Cheng Xiaoyu chose to resist, and in this resistance was ferocious tyranny, or not
Do it, do it the best, this is Cheng Xiaoyu's consistent code of conduct.
Zhang Sen returned two hours later, carrying back a long travel bag, two imitation military prismatic spikes, two swing sticks, a hatchet, and five spring-loaded knives.
"The local folk customs are fierce. It was not a problem to get shotguns in the past two years, but now there are only so many." Zhang Sen washed his face and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu, and his heart tightened. He was destined to have big trouble in this state.
, Zhang Sen wanted to inform the police secretly, but after careful consideration, he still chose the original path.
"Boy, you don't think I need to do this, right?" Cheng Xiaoyu lit a cigarette, picked up a spring knife, folded it back and forth, listened to the crisp sound, and held the cigarette in his mouth with squinted eyes.
"I just didn't think you would be so extreme." Zhang Sen also lit a cigarette. To be honest, he was afraid. He was not afraid of the other person's lethality, but he was afraid that after Xiong Wei, another brother would also leave.
It is difficult to turn back from the point of no return, just as Cheng Xiaoyu comforted Xiong Wei at the beginning.
"Perhaps I have been depressed for too long. If I don't do this, maybe I will regret it all my life and live in the shadow of self-repression all my life." Cheng Xiaoyu sighed. As a normal urban gold digger, the color of blood is theirs.
The area he least wants to touch is not that he has no choice now, but that he doesn't want to let himself become a body without a spiritual soul.
"Can you stop?" If someone really dies, everything will be different, Zhang Sen is worried.
"I don't know. The other party is a professional policeman. I don't know if I can save my soul." Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head and made a decision in his heart that he didn't tell anyone. Some things must be settled by himself.
Zhu Dachang brought back the basic situation of this small town; Cui Xiaozhen brought back the changes in the public security and border armed police forces; Meng Tuzi brought back the slight restlessness inside No. 165. It seems that at least so far, Shangguanjie is very likely to
I was still on the 165th, and I guess I wanted to stay until night to cross the border when it was dark.
The five people who took the guy acted separately again. Zhu Dachang, Cui Xiaozhuan and Zhang Sen were responsible for the access roads and border bridges, while Cheng Xiaoyu and Meng Tuozi were responsible for monitoring No. 165.
On the way, Cheng Xiaoyu patted his head and said to Meng Tuzi: "Old Meng, I forgot about the entrance to the mountain. Shang Guanjie and the others may have to abandon their carriages and horses and pass through the mountain on foot. You go and guard this area."
Area, call if you have anything." Cheng Xiaoyu showed the map Zhang Sen got back to Meng Tuzi and motioned him to go to a location to monitor.
"They know you, how about I go meet you?" Meng Tuzi was not a person who looked forward and backward. He decided to get in the car and follow them and he never regretted it. Some fear was unavoidable, and Zhang Sen was not exempt from this, let alone him.
"No, the other party is frightened now and will doubt everything. I'll stay far away and won't get close." Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head, and Meng Tuzi took the order to leave. After he left, Cheng Xiaoyu took a long breath with a slight smile on his lips.
, having a few people willing to work hard with you at such a moment is undoubtedly the greatest reward for your success as a person.
However, you can't lead them to the point of no return, and people can't be so selfish.
No. 165 Jianguo Street is a courtyard with a two-meter brick wall and a black iron door. It is parallel to the surrounding courtyards. The door is tightly closed and no dogs barking can be heard. The traces on the ground have been cleaned very clean. Before Meng Tuzi
He didn't dare to get too close. He just pretended to be a nearby resident and walked past the door twice. With his sharp eyes, he took the opportunity to tie his shoelaces and glanced through the gap under the black iron door to see the parked vehicles inside.
After walking across Jianguo Street, Meng Tuzi heard a little bit of arguing coming from the courtyard.
Cheng Xiaoyu walked around to the back of the house and was looking for an opportunity to enter the yard when he suddenly heard a strange muffled sound, as if he was about to scream but someone covered his mouth and uttered half the syllables.
Then there was a very light sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Cheng Xiaoyu held his breath and pressed his body tightly against the wall. He could hear the heavy footsteps getting further away...