Yang Feng is definitely a figure in Jiang'an Branch. He is 1.8 meters tall and has a wickedly handsome smile. He is quite popular among women. The most important thing is that he has a heavyweight father. The Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee is in charge of personnel power.
Deputy Minister.
Yang Feng loves to play, and his favorite game is Hua Cong. With his police uniform and prominent family background, he has brought disaster to many innocent female college students. There once was a female college student who was a school belle. She thought that she would be able to do anything if she was pregnant with Yang Feng's child.
No matter what, he ended up being ruthlessly abandoned. He jumped from the school building and killed two people. This incident caused quite a big fuss, but in the end it was suppressed with force.
Yang Feng is not a fool. He is very adaptable to this big dyeing vat. He never eats alone and never forgets his brothers when he gets benefits. Therefore, he has good interpersonal relationships in the branch and all departments and teams give him face.
Liu Ziguang was taken into an office. The two detectives were about to sit down when suddenly the door opened and a man in plain clothes came in. He whispered a few words to the detective. The detective was a little embarrassed: "Third brother, isn't this bad?"
"It's okay, Team Li nodded." The visitor said.
The two detectives finally compromised and took off Liu Ziguang's handcuffs. Just as Liu Ziguang was about to move his arms, the man in plain clothes twisted his arms, cut them behind his back and cuffed him behind his back.
The gears of the handcuffs rattled, and Liu Ziguang felt that the fangs of two venomous snakes were strangling his wrists, and the blood flow was blocked. The man in plain clothes pointed to the corner and shouted sharply: "Squat down!"
Liu Ziguang squatted obediently in the corner, while the man sat smoking, reading the newspaper and drinking tea, ignoring him at all. After half an hour, the door opened and several tall young men walked in, all dressed in clothes.
Designer sportswear and holding a tennis racket in his hand.
Yang Feng was among them. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with a snow-white pure cotton sweat towel placed around his neck. He looked at the wretched Liu Ziguang squatting in the corner and smiled disdainfully.
Liu Ziguang was wearing gray synthetic fiber security trousers, bandages all over his body, a nondescript tweed suit jacket, disheveled hair, and squatting in the corner with handcuffs on. He looked like a little thief who was not worthy of being on the stage, and these tall and handsome policemen
If you think about it, it's really like one sky and one earth.
"You guys play slowly, I have something to do when I go out." The man in casual clothes picked up his cigarette case and newspaper and went out. Yang Feng followed behind and said with a smile: "Thank you, third brother."
The door was closed. Several young policemen were smoking cigarettes and talking and laughing. No one looked at the prisoner in the corner. Another quarter of an hour passed before Yang Feng clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone from the riot brigade has had enough rest.
How about practicing your skills now?"
Everyone agreed, put out their cigarette butts, closed the door tightly, and lifted Liu Ziguang from the corner. Yang Feng took out his thin boxing gloves and put them on. He glanced at Liu Ziguang with a smile and said nothing. He went up and gave Liu Ziguang a hard hook.
fist.
The punch hit Liu Ziguang's stomach, causing him to bend down on the spot, but he immediately stood up again: "Why is it so weak? You didn't eat at noon?"
Yang Feng was furious: "Brothers, pick him up!"
Two anti-riot team members who were both over 1.85 meters tall hurried forward, clamped Liu Ziguang on the left and right, and held down his arms. Yang Feng came up and hit Liu Ziguang's stomach, punching him hard one after another.
The sound could be heard clearly through the door and in the corridor.
In the past two years, he had been drinking too much. After taking more than twenty punches, Yang Feng was out of breath, but Liu Ziguang still looked like a normal person. He raised his head and smiled disdainfully: "Is this tired? You are worse than a fucking bitch!"
I haven’t had enough yet!”
Yang Feng was furious: "Li Zi, come here!"
The man known as Li Zi is Li Zhiteng. He is the tallest and most powerful among the group. He is 1.9 meters tall and has a muscular body. He is the nephew of political commissar Li of the branch and Yang Feng's best friend.
Li Zhiteng couldn't hold himself back for a long time. When he heard Yang Feng's greeting, he didn't even wear boxing gloves. He came over and punched Liu Ziguang in the head, chest and abdomen with a combination of punches.
Dozens of punches were thrown, and every punch was so cruel that even a strong man like Li Zhiteng couldn't bear it. Beating people is a labor of strength, and there must be no falsehoods, otherwise it will not be effective.
Li Zhiteng gasped and closed his fist, and spat into the corner: "Fuck! This guy's bones are so hard, my hands are sore!"
At this time, Liu Ziguang raised his head again, with a trace of blood-red viscous liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth. He spat it out with a sigh and said disdainfully: "It's a bit interesting, but I haven't had enough yet. Why are you so weak in the legs?"
Come again!"
Li Zhiteng was furious, mixed with shame and anger. How could the number one tough man in the riot brigade bear such an insult? He took off the rubber stick from the wall and said: "Malege Wall, I don't believe he can't be beaten to death! Let's just beat him to death and go upstairs.
The next time I threw it, I said he committed suicide out of fear of crime."
The other young people all agreed, but only Yang Feng objected: "No, his case is quite special. The municipal party committee knows about it, so it won't make a big fuss."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Li Zhiteng went over to open the door and saw that it was the man in plain clothes just now: "Yang Zi, Li Zi, please keep your voice down. You can hear it in the corridor. It's like a drum. Hurry up and give it a beating."
Forget it, the pre-trial is waiting over there."
"Third brother, I got it. You are busy with your business. Don't forget to see you there at night." Yang Feng said politely. After sending the so-called third brother out, he said to the guys from the riot team: "Today we will
Give them a break and let's go!"
The two young men put Liu Ziguang down and followed Yang Feng and Li Zhiteng while cursing. It wasn't until they reached the downstairs that Yang Feng covered his right hand and cried out in a low voice: "Malegebi, my hand is swollen!"
…
Two policemen walked in with folders and notebooks, talking and laughing. Without even looking at Liu Ziguang, who had blood on his face, they each found a chair and sat down. The older one pointed to the chair in the middle of the room and said majestically.
shouted: "Sit down!"
Liu Ziguang turned around, revealed the handcuffs and said, "It's too tight. Can you loosen it a little bit?"
The handcuffs were very tight and had cut into the flesh of his wrists. Both of Liu Ziguang's hands were slightly discolored, but they were still far away from congestion and necrosis. The two policemen were both old police officers, so they couldn't tell this?
"Sit down, who asked you to speak!" Another majestic scolding.
Liu Ziguang sat down as he was told, took a deep breath, and calmed down the anger in his heart. After all, this is a public security agency. For the sake of his parents and relatives, he must not mess around, otherwise he would have killed those boys just now.
"Name, place of origin, workplace, home address." The policeman asked while lowering his head to record.
Liu Ziguang answered one by one and filled in the basic information. The police asked: "What did you do this morning? Tell me about it."
"I rescued several abducted children. The specific process is on TV and online. You can watch it yourself." Liu Ziguang replied.
"Now I want you to speak for yourself!" The policeman slammed the pen on the table.
Liu Ziguang had no choice but to explain what happened that morning. The police listened and recorded: "Well, the bicycle was stolen. Okay...wait a minute. You just said, drag the man out of the car. The car was going so fast."
, you dragged him out, didn’t you know there would be danger?”
"I was on the roof of the car at the time and could be thrown off at any time, which would be even more dangerous." Liu Ziguang defended.
"I'm just asking you if you know, don't say anything else!"
"Know!"
"Later, you led others to beat the criminal suspect who had lost the ability to resist. Is this true?"
"Officer, I want to have a cigarette."
The police officer who recorded the record slammed the pen on the table again: "Be honest!"
With a crash, Liu Ziguang threw the handcuffs on the table, moved his wrists and stood up. In one hand, he held a small stick made of one-yuan banknotes. While the two policemen were stunned, he walked to the table and picked up a cigarette.
He flicked a cigarette to his mouth, then picked up a lighter and lit it.
He took a deep breath and blew the smoke into the faces of the two policemen: "I've finished answering, and now I want to go home and sleep."
The policeman stood up angrily: "Rampant! Your behavior is suspected of being illegal!"
The other policeman calmed down and pushed the record to Liu Ziguang and said, "Look, sign your name on the back and put your thumbprint on the record."
Liu Ziguang pushed back the transcript: "You tricked me into confessing, but I won't sign it."
The two policemen were really angry this time, but they were old police officers after all, not a brat like Yang Feng who couldn't bear his temper. They knew how to deal with smelly and hard latrine rocks like Liu Ziguang.
"You can't evade processing if you don't sign. You are under criminal detention on suspicion of murder!"
…
It was already evening, and Liu Ziguang was escorted into a police van. The back seat of the Chang'an Star had been modified and welded with iron bars, making it suitable for escorting prisoners.
Bread flashed the police lights, pulled the siren, and drove out of the branch compound. On the balcony of the third floor, Yang Feng rubbed his right hand that had been smeared with alcohol, turned around and asked: "Li Zi, give it to your friend in the detention center."
Did you call?"
Li Zhiteng wiped his right hand with safflower oil and replied with a grin: "After the fight, don't you feel confident that Xiaoyong is doing his job? It's definitely enough for that kid to drink a pot."
…
The Public Security Bureau Detention Center is located in Taolin Town on the outskirts of the country. It was already night when we arrived. The lights were dim and there was a power grid on the tall concrete wall. A large black iron door looked like a monster's bloody mouth, and there was a door underneath for people to enter and exit.
At the small gate, on the watchtower, armed policemen with guns on their backs scanned the inside of the large wall with sharp eyes. From time to time, one or two dogs barked, making it even more quiet and terrifying.
The police car stopped, and a policeman came down to hand over the documents. Then the small door opened, and Liu Ziguang was escorted in. The policeman in charge was a 21-cent, third-level police inspector. He looked at the document, and Liu Ziguang looked up and down. Just as he was about to speak,
A young policeman came next to him and whispered something. The third-level police inspector said: "Okay, you can make arrangements."
The policeman was not tall, but extremely stout. His shoulders swayed as he walked, making him look particularly arrogant. He led Liu Ziguang inside, walked through the long passage, and came to the door of a cell.
I took out the key and opened the iron door. Under the illumination of the 30-watt light bulb in the corridor, I could see a row of cement pavilions inside, with a dense crowd of people lying there. I heard the sound of the door opening, but no one looked there.
"Sixi! Take good care of the new prisoner!" After the young policeman finished speaking, he pushed Liu Ziguang into the cell and closed the iron door with a clang.
As soon as the police left, the prisoners who had been pretending to sleep on the bunks all jumped up and looked at Liu Ziguang as if they were rare objects. They all looked ferocious and definitely not a kind person.
A stubby man sitting near the door sat up leisurely. There was not much space in the room, and he occupied at least three people's seats. He seemed to be the boss here.
"What's the new guy's name? Where do you hang out? What did you do to get here?" the boss asked.
The other prisoners also started asking questions:
"New here, do you have any cigarettes on you?"
"Do you have money?"
"Why are you still standing, **! Do you understand the rules? Squat down!"
Liu Ziguang pretended to be scared and squatted down, and asked pitifully: "My name is Liu Ziguang. I work as a security guard. I accidentally injured someone and came in. Brother, where should I sleep?"
The stubby man yelled: "**! It's your first time coming in. Call out a report before you speak." Then he turned to the prisoners and smiled: "This guy is just a young kid. He doesn't understand any rules. Let's play with him as he pleases."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Ziguang grabbed his neck and pulled him off the bunk. He kicked him in the stomach and kicked him all the way to the dung trough at the deepest part of the dormitory.
Then Liu Ziguang made a move that stunned all the prisoners. He threw himself at the iron gate, pinched his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Cadre, help! We're beating someone!"
The only answer he received was the sound of the iron door slamming shut outside.
Liu Ziguang turned around, looked at a group of stunned scum, and smiled maliciously.
The results are not very good. There are not many words in the clicks. I am a little discouraged. I feel that the writing is quite enjoyable. Please do me a favor and recommend it to your friends. After the training at Lu Xun Institute of Literature is completed, the update will be accelerated. Thank you dear.