The angry colonel shouted outside: "Correspondent!"
"Here!" A capable second-level noncommissioned officer opened the door curtain and walked in. He stood up straight and saluted the colonel.
"Pass my order, the troops must gather urgently and prepare for action!"
After the correspondent went out, the colonel turned his attention to another silent officer and said: "Comrade Qin, Comrade Cheng Dashuan is the backbone soldier of our Langya Brigade. He died in a secret operation and even his body was not found. Over the years, we have
These old comrades have not been able to take good care of his family, and I feel very guilty."
The political commissar coughed and said: "Old Zhong, I understand how you feel, but we are soldiers after all, and things are not going well at the local level. Troop T is a newly formed unit. The leaders of the headquarters have always attached great importance to it. If something goes wrong politically,
It is difficult to explain to the leader when there is a problem. Although you are the chief military officer, if something happens, everyone will bear the responsibility together. Therefore, I do not agree with you arbitrarily mobilizing troops."
The air in the tent suddenly became awkward. Political Commissar Qin was in his thirties, with a slender figure, fair face and narrow eyes. He had the demeanor of a Confucian general, which was exactly the opposite of Captain Zhong's rough and heroic style. He was a political commissar and had the rank of colonel. The political commissar disagreed.
Even the captain can't do anything about deploying troops.
Li Jianguo stood up and said: "The troops have difficulties. I understand. Lao Zhong, I thank you for your kindness. I can handle this matter myself."
As a former high-ranking non-commissioned officer of the Langya Brigade, Li Jianguo understands the affairs of the army very well. It is taboo to mobilize troops without permission, especially for such high-level special forces. Unauthorized transfers are subject to military law. And the t-unit
It is a newly formed team, and the officers and soldiers are not so familiar with it yet. The captain and political commissar are also transferred from different units. It is inevitable that there will be differences of opinion. He does not want his old superiors to be from the Langya Brigade.
The old bell is in trouble.
Political Commissar Qin smiled and said: "Old Zhong, what I mean is that the troops cannot move, but they can use other names. It just so happens that the training has ended and the soldiers can have a holiday. It is not impossible to go shopping in nearby big cities, but
No military uniforms are allowed and no weapons are allowed."
Captain Zhong smiled heartily, went over and patted Political Commissar Qin on the shoulder and said, "Old Qin, I read you right. With a partner like you, Troop T has hope!"
He turned around and shouted outside: "Correspondent, the previous order has been cancelled. The troops are on holiday. Everyone should change into civilian clothes and come with me to the city to play."
Political Commissar Qin ** said: "Old Zhong, please leave a detachment to me. There will be trouble if something goes wrong with so much equipment in the station."
"Okay, one team will be left to look after your house."
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Five minutes later, the sixty soldiers of Troop T were assembled. All the soldiers had changed into civilian clothes. They still couldn't hide their rugged character. The sound of counting was heard one after another. There was a long series of military green paint and extremely rugged four-wheel drive vehicles.
An off-road vehicle was parked nearby, and soldiers in camouflage uniforms were quickly removing various signs on the off-road vehicle.
Li Jianguo and his men lined up and waited quietly. Next to them, there was only a pitiful old Dongfeng truck and a Yangtze River 75o from the 1960s, but the spirit of the brothers was no better than those of those.
The comrades in the army are bad.
"Ma, do you know what the car is called?" The red cockroach turned his head and asked in a low voice.
Ma shook his head. After all, he was just an auto mechanic. He knew the common cars on the market, but this was the first time he had seen such an exotic off-road vehicle.
The newcomer Ye Zhiqiu, who had been staying at the end of the team and did not dare to talk nonsense, had the courage to say: "That's the battalion commander of the wife."
"What a bastard, they are all Chinese, where did the foreign battalion commander come from?" said the red cockroach.
"The car I mentioned is the 'Battal Commander' off-road vehicle produced by Russia. It's more powerful than a Hummer." Ye Zhiqiu, a military otaku, muttered in a low voice, but was laughed at by everyone, thinking that it must be a special vehicle secretly developed by the military.
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After Troop T boarded the vehicle, Brigade Zhong stood on the pedal of the cab and waved his hand: "Go forward!" The convoy drove in along the rugged road, the powerful engine roared, and the communication antenna on the top of the vehicle faced the wind.
Shaking and majestic, the old Dongfeng of Red Star Company could not move due to the cold weather, and was whining like an asthmatic old man and unable to light the fire.
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Jiangbei City is still lively and noisy in winter, but ordinary citizens have no idea of the crisis hidden behind the prosperity. At the entrance of Zhicheng Garden, the owners coming in and out are curiously looking at the burnt-black guard duty room, pointing and whispering, and the security guards
They were silent and clenched their teeth, waiting for Manager Liu to come back and take charge of the overall situation.
Wang Wenjun and the others stuffed the clothes they wore when committing the crime that night into the washing machine. Shouhou changed his clothes and went out to inquire about the news. When he came to the Internet cafe where he worked, he found the door was closed. He called his friends and found out the seriousness of the matter.
He was so frightened that he ran home quickly, locked the doors and windows, and said tremblingly: "We are in big trouble!"
After learning the specific situation, Wang Wenjun and Ant were dumbfounded. The three of them acted without authorization and caused a bloody storm in the world.
"What should we do? Run away." Thin Monkey said fearfully.
"You can't run away. If you run away, your secret will be revealed." Wang Wenjun forced himself to remain shocked.
"What to do with that hand? Why don't you throw it away?" the ant said.
"You can't throw it away. That's our credit." Wang Wenjun said firmly.
The thin monkey and the ant were about to cry. The situation turned out beyond their expectations. The three of them were just gangsters after all. They might be able to do great things with a moment of courage, but they could not afford the consequences. To use a sentence from Jiangbei City,
To describe it as a proverb, it goes like this: If you can only provoke a wasp, you can't hold it back.
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After a storm of revenge, the people in Gao Tupo showed no reaction at all, which made Yan Jinlong even more convinced that they were responsible for the beheading case. While Liu Ziguang was away, he wanted to uproot Gao Tupo's influence.
Let them never recover.
Brother Jin Long spread the word and offered 500,000 yuan to buy Liu Ziguang's hand, but he also knew that Liu Ziguang was definitely not an easy person to deal with, so he also took other measures and captured some people living in Gaotupo.
The little gangster was secretly imprisoned as a hostage, and he called his friends in the south and asked them to find a real professional prostitute.
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At the same time, the police were also taking action. Detective Hu Rong led two police officers to investigate the circumstances before and after Mei's disappearance. It was discovered that a car without taking pictures picked up Mei during the night. According to reports from Mei's neighbors,
, the two parties seemed to know each other, and there was no kidnapping. However, only a quick glance could not clearly see the appearance of the person who picked up Sister Mei.
After retrieving the surveillance video of the relevant road section, we finally found useful clues. The traffic police surveillance camera captured footage of the car running through the light. The person in the driver's seat was clearly bald.
After retrieving the files of Jin Jijinghuang's key members, it was found that Security Minister Ma Chun was bald. Although this unclear footage could not convict him, it at least narrowed the scope of the suspects.
I continued to follow the clues and searched the river beach area. I finally found rut marks on a deserted beach. It was freezing cold, but the rut marks were still intact. They used police dogs to search but still found nothing. The police officers were anxious and called from the city.
They pulled up a rubber boat, launched it into the water, and used bamboo poles to explore the water bottom. Their efforts paid off, and they finally discovered a woven bag.
After opening the woven bag, a pale white human head was exposed, with water dripping from the wet head. The policemen pinched their noses and turned away in disgust. Only Hu Rong put on rubber gloves and took it.
Head identification.
Scenes from the past in the detention center came to mind, and Sister Mei's smile still vaguely echoed in her ears. Only a few days later, she was in a different place, transformed into a beauty by the river with withered bones.
Sister Mei is an old bustard who is responsible for screening female prisoners in the detention center and introducing them to the brilliant people. It is still unknown whether any detention center supervisors were involved. Hu Rong was eager to arrest Sister Mei just to find out about this matter, but the other party
He was obviously very alert and took the first step to silence him.
When Sister Mei died, Hu Rong showed no pity at all. It would not be a pity for such a scumbag to die a hundred times. What made her angry was that the splendid people were too arrogant, and human life was so worthless in their eyes.
, kill whenever you want, unscrupulously, there is no law or police in your eyes.
"You guys, continue the search." The female detective ordered her subordinates. Without waiting for the forensic doctor to arrive at the scene, she jumped directly into the Grand Cherokee and drove back to the police brigade at lightning speed.
Entering the political commissar's office, Hu Rong said straight to the point: "I demand the arrest of the resplendent Security Minister Ma Chun, who is suspected of a murder case."
Political Commissar Li said: "Something happened to Ma Chun. He was attacked last night. Both of his hands were chopped off. He was also in a deep coma. It's unclear whether he can wake up."
Hu Rong said: "Then I request an investigation into Yan Jinlong, the boss of Jin Jijing Huihuang."
Political Commissar Li waved his hand: "Xiao Hu, let's put this case aside for now. As I said above, the splendor cannot be touched casually, at least not while the investment inspection team is staying there."
Hu Rong said: "Can't we investigate even though we know they killed people?"
"Where is the evidence?" Political Commissar Li asked, "Without conclusive evidence, I will not approve your unauthorized actions."
"Bureaucrat!" Hu Rong said angrily, slammed the door and left.
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A few gangsters from Gaotupo Zhongyi Hall secretly came to the train station. They got out of the taxi but did not dare to go directly to the ticket office. They poked their heads around first to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and then walked over with their luggage.
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As soon as I walked to the door of the ticket office, I was surrounded by several big-shouldered men. They were all familiar faces. It was Xiao Dagang who was in this area. He covered all the stalls near the train station, including those selling sex toys.
He also owns the shop, shampoo room, and gallery. What he is best at is playing tricks on those outsiders who are obsessed with sperm. He is one of the local snakes in the East District.
"Aren't these the boys who are playing with Bei Xiaoshuai? Where are they going?" Xiao Dagang smiled and played with two fitness balls in his hands. Several old gangsters in their thirties and forties around him were also holding them.
Shou sneered and quietly surrounded the little guys.
In the security post not far away, two police officers who were holding lunch boxes turned their faces away consciously, pretending not to see them.
"Brother Dagang, we want to visit relatives." A young man said.
"Why are you so anxious? I'm on your Brother Dagang's territory. You can't sit there for a while. Now, let's go. I'll ask you guys to wash your hair." Dagang said with a sinister smile.
"No, we are in a hurry to catch the bus." The young men were a little scared. Xiao Dagang must have received some news. If they were not safe, they would be handed over to Yan Jinlong. However, they came out in a hurry and didn't bring anyone with them. Xiao Dagang and others had money in their waists.
They are all bulging, and they are really not cheap at all.
When he was feeling helpless, the iron gate at the exit of the station opened, and a large number of passengers came out. The flow of people passed by, blocking the view outside. Xiao Dagang's men smiled ferociously and pinched the young man from Zhongyi Hall.
He was about to push his neck to one side when suddenly a shout came out: "Gangzi, can you move my people?"
Everyone turned around and saw three tough-looking men standing outside the station. It was Liu Ziguang, the boss of Gaotupo. The two people behind them were Zhuo Laoer and Bei Xiaoshuai. The three men were like the backbone, dividing the crowd.