The man ran past Liu Ziguang with a whooshing sound, as fast as a sprinter. Several vendors ran after him with shining sharp blades. The onlookers ducked and Liu Ziguang also stepped aside to give way, but when the last person ran past him,
At this time, I gently stretched my legs and hooked them.
The tall barbecue vendor looked very powerful, but in fact he had no systematic training at all, and his reaction was slow and unstable. He was tripped by Liu Ziguang and fell far away on the spot. His little flower hat also flew away, and Yingisha also lost it.
He got up, his face covered with blood, and roared furiously at the crowd, but the person who had just stretched his leg to trip him was long gone. The crowd quickly dispersed for fear of being angered by him.
The power of the pepper spray was not limited, and the air was filled with a spicy and pungent smell. The crowd had tears and runny noses, coughing and fled the scene, not caring about watching the show. The crying girl also ran away. It looked like
She has nothing to do with the brave man.
The man ran into the alley and stopped after running for more than ten meters because the wall in front was blocked. The four vendors behind him also slowed down and smiled ferociously. There happened to be a big broom used by the cleaners in the corner.
and a few long wooden strips left over from someone's home decoration, the vendors picked them up, weighed them in their hands, and slowly surrounded them. The owner of a fried stinky tofu shop on the edge of the alley saw the critical situation and hurriedly hurried
Then close up the stall and go home.
With no way forward and pursuers behind him, the man shook the spray can in his hand and found it was empty. He smiled helplessly, dropped the spray can, tightened his grip on the stick, and suddenly launched an attack.
The four vendors thought they had a chance to win, but they didn't expect that the other side would dare to counterattack. In a hasty parry, the wooden stick was no match for the stick and was chopped in half. Now the advantage of long weapons was gone, and a chaotic battle broke out again.
But after all, it is difficult for two fists to beat four hands. The vendors are all powerful aliens with good physical fitness. They don’t have any worries when they use their hands. After a fight, the man’s clothes
It got a few cuts. Fortunately, I wore more clothes in the winter. If it had been the summer, I would have seen blood.
The man was forced into a corner by them, and the two sides engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat. There was no skill in close combat, and all relied on brute force. The man was grabbed by the arm, and a hawker with a mustache laughed evilly and grabbed him.
Dip the man's collar into the oil pan for frying stinky tofu.
There are bubbles in the dark black oil pan. This is the hot oil in which a lot of stinky tofu has been fried. It exudes a strange smell. If the head is pressed in, the face will be disfigured and it may not even be sent to South Korea.
treatment, not counting the damage to the facial features and complications caused by wound infection.
The man struggled desperately, but his hands and feet were firmly grasped. The alley was quiet, and there were no onlookers. His face was getting closer to the oil pot, and he could see the yellow and stinky tofu pieces turning inside.
Suddenly, he felt his arm loosen. Without thinking about it, he dodged his body to the left, grabbed the hand behind his head with his right hand, and pressed hard into the oil pan!
With a scream, Mustache's hand entered the oil pan, and a sizzling sound was heard. The man kept doing nothing, and while everyone was idle, he grabbed Mustache's neck and pushed his head into the oil pan.
inside.
The other three people rushed to save people. Their mustaches were pulled out, their faces were covered with blisters, and they screamed in agony. If they were ordinary street gangsters, they would have given up on seeing this scene. But this move only angered the vendors even more.
With fighting spirit, he waved his sharp blade and rushed towards him desperately.
The man stepped back, reached out and grabbed the two handles of the oil pan, and poured the full pot of hot oil over it. The vendors were howling as they were splashed, and the man took the opportunity to jump over and swish the stick, and suddenly there was someone outside.
When the siren sounded, the man immediately stopped his hand, looked around, ran straight towards the wall, climbed up the wall after a few moments, crawled through the cracks in the bricks of the residential building next to him, and then jumped down, moving like a wild cat.
Also agile.
…
The man walked to a rental house. He did not go in through the front door. Instead, he climbed directly to the second floor from the back, opened the window and got in. The house was very messy, and the quilts on the bed were not folded and piled up randomly. They were thrown under the bed.
Wearing several pairs of smelly socks, there are empty Coke cans and instant noodle boxes on the table.
The man sighed, took out a pack of noodles from his backpack and threw it on the table. He picked up the pot and filled it with cold water. He connected the induction cooker and pressed the switch. The indicator light was off. When he turned on the light again, there was no power. He shook his head and sat down.
When I got to bed, I took out my wallet and looked at it. It was empty except for a few small nickels.
"Fuck!" Throwing the wallet aside, the man took out the cigarette case and lighter in an extremely irritable manner, looked at it, then piled the empty cigarette case into a ball, and threw it accurately into the garbage basket far away, holding his head and saying nothing.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. The man stood up alertly and asked, "Who?"
"Landlord, someone has paid your rent for you."
The man hurried over and opened the door, and saw a fat old woman going downstairs. There was a strange man standing in the patio downstairs.
No, there seems to be some impression that he was present during the fight just now. The man couldn't help but become a little nervous. The man nodded at the man and actually walked up and asked: "Don't you invite me in to sit down?"
The man stared at the visitor, and finally turned aside and let the guest in.
The two of them looked at each other in the room without saying anything. Liu Ziguang took out a cigarette and asked, "Smoking?"
The man took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and asked, "Are you following me?"
Liu Ziguang smiled and did not explain, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"Did you help me in the alley?"
Liu Ziguang smiled again: "That's right. It's unethical to hit one more person."
"What...are you looking for me for?"
"Help me hit someone, and I'll give you money?"
"Who are you beating? Good guys and bad guys? Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Of course he is a bad person. As for why I didn't do it myself, I don't think there is any need to explain."
The man immediately understood, nodded and said, "Okay, who is the target and what kind of result is desired?"
"My name is Yan Dong, a senior high school student in No. 1 Middle School. As a result, I can't kill anyone, and I can't make him feel better. You can arrange it yourself." Liu Ziguang said.
The man frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I want five hundred yuan. I will pay two hundred yuan first, and then I will give you the remaining three hundred yuan."
Liu Ziguang laughed heartily, took out two hundred yuan, put it on the table, turned and left: "I'm waiting for your good news."
After Liu Ziguang had gone far away, the man picked up the two hundred yuan and walked out and shouted: "Landlord, please turn on the electric switch quickly."
…
On the 14th floor of the ward building of the City's Second Hospital, in a single ward, Yan Jinlong was sitting on the bed wearing a hospital gown. There was a stack of documents and mobile phones on the bedside table. Mr. Yan had hypertensive heart disease. After the task force,
He agreed to be released on medical parole temporarily, but his eldest wife had to rely on many connections to get it done.
The store was closed, there was no business income, and the money in the bank account was transferred. It was found that it was transferred to the name of a shell company in the south, and then transferred overseas. It is difficult to trace this money.
Come back, five million is not much, but in the current urgent need for turnover, it is tantamount to draining the bottom of the cauldron.
Fortunately, Yan Jinlong is good at managing money. Most of his property has been turned into real estate or jewelry, jade, and gold bars. He also has a large amount of cash hidden at home, which can be maintained for a while. What annoys him the most is the dispute between his eldest wife and his second wife.
Even though he was like this, the two old ladies were still arguing.
There are strong winds and waves, and he will never fall into this small ditch. Yan Jinlong is very clear about his situation. Although the police brigade is keeping an eye on him, they have no conclusive evidence and it is impossible to crucify him.
, the procuratorate has already made arrangements, and when the time comes, it will naturally be called back to re-investigate, and the time will pass. Wait for Director Ma to take office, and then operate it again, and get a one or two years in prison, and then a suspended sentence, and it will basically be over.
.
There is a policeman and a security guard on duty outside the ward. They are nominally guarding the prisoners, but in fact they are more like guards. Mr. Yan's career is all in Jiangbei, so how can he escape.
The eldest wife was sitting on a chair helping him peel apples. While peeling, she said: "The third sister has already sent word to her to take care of the matter. It won't be a big deal. Don't worry too much. Take care of yourself."
Just recuperate."
Yan Jinlong said: "I have a trump card in my hand, and they dare not touch me easily. There is a lot of violent information hidden in the office computer. The police must have discovered it, but they dare not disclose it as evidence because they know that I must have a backup
, if you want to plot against me, you have to prepare a large number of people to accompany you."
While he was feeling proud, suddenly the door of the ward opened, and his mistress Aunt Yun hurriedly walked in and said: "It's broken, Dongdong was beaten!"
Yan Jinlong immediately sat up straight and asked: "Where is the injury? Who did it?"
"Both knees were smashed and fractured, and my head and face were covered in blood. I have been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. There is no life-threatening danger, but..."
"But what?"
"The doctor said that the bones were broken into dregs, and it may be difficult to fully recover." Aunt Yun said calmly.
"What! My son will be lame from now on?" Yan Jinlong's eyes widened.
"You little bastard, you have made my son miserable, I will fight with you!" The eldest wife then came back to her senses and spread her hatred on Aunt Yun. She rushed over and dug her nails into her face. Aunt Yun also
Not to be outdone, the two women started fighting on the ground.
After hearing the news, the police outside came in to start a fight, and finally pulled the two women apart. Looking at Yan Jinlong on the bed, he was covering his heart with his hands, his face was blue from holding back, and he seemed to be out of breath.
"Nurse! Nurse! First aid!" the police shouted loudly.
Only then did he understand that Boss Yan's medical parole was not just the result of the operation, but that he really had a heart disease.