The master was in his fifties and very thin. He glanced back and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Is your brother cheating?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
While driving, he lit a cigarette and said: "You young guys are like this. You are curious about drugs and want to try them. You also always feel that if you get involved in drugs, you will definitely be able to quit with your strong will.
Isn’t it nonsense that a kid who can’t quit on a plane still wants to quit drugs?”
This master was quite humorous, and I laughed after hearing his words. When I thought about it carefully, what he said actually made sense.
He seemed to like talking a lot and kept chatting with me. Dakui next to me grabbed my hand with a painful look on his face and couldn't speak at all.
The master took us to a drug rehabilitation center near Jiefangbei in Chongqing. This drug rehabilitation center looked a bit like a prison, with a high-walled compound and two policemen standing at the gate with plastic sticks hanging from their waists.
When Da Kui and I walked over, one of the policemen yelled: "What are you talking about? Those who are begging for food, stay away."
Dakui and I really looked like beggars. I took out the ID of the deputy captain of the Chongqing Special Police Brigade from my backpack and handed it over. The man took the ID, looked at me with a puzzled look, and then looked at it.
The certificate went back and forth like this four or five times.
He asked uncertainly: "Is this you?"
"You're so handsome that you can't recognize him." I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Where's your director? Ask him to come over and see me."
"Oh, Captain Zhang, please come inside. Come to the lounge and sit back first." The policeman was now a little sure that the person in the photo on the ID was me. He quickly invited me inside. There was a rest room not far from the door.
room.
At this time, there were two policemen chewing watermelon in the lounge with the air conditioner blowing on. When they saw the policeman bringing me in, one of the policemen, who was in his thirties, frowned and said, "Xiao Li, why did you bring a beggar in? It stinks so bad."
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The policeman who brought me in was also in his twenties. He didn't say anything, but said in a good tone: "Sit back first. If your friend can't stand it, let him lie down on the bed for a while."
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Then he said: "I'm going to call the director."
The lounge was only about ten square meters, and there was an empty small bed. I saw that Da Kui was feeling terribly uncomfortable, so I helped him lie down on the small bed.
The policeman in his thirties became angry when he saw it, and cursed: "Maler Gobi, you don't understand what I'm talking to you, do you? Get out, he's so dirty, how can I sleep with my grandson?"
"Just take a nap. My brother is addicted to drugs and is not feeling well." I turned around and glanced at me, trying not to argue with him. I am much more mature now than before. It was Da Kui who was occupying other people's places.
You should be angry too.
But what I didn’t expect was that this guy in his thirties also kicked his nose and face. He picked up the plastic stick around his waist and hit Dakui who was lying on the bed: "Let you sleep, you are addicted to drugs, aren't you?"
Wouldn't it be better if you gave me a beating?
The room was small, and this guy was very quick with his attacks. He seemed to be a drug addict, so he hit Da Kui on the chest with a stick.
Dakui's chest made a muffled sound. After being hit with a stick, Dakui clutched his chest and groaned, with a look of pain on his face.
I didn’t want to talk nonsense with this guy at all, so I rushed up to him and slapped him on the ear with a snap.
This guy probably didn't expect me to hit him. He was stunned on the spot. I raised my foot and kicked him in the stomach again.
I kicked him so hard that he took two or three steps back and hit the wall. I ran up to him, grabbed the plastic stick from his hand, and started whipping him on the head.
"Cao Ni Ma, do you dare to attack the police?"
"If you hit me again, I will go to jail."
"Don't fight, don't fight, ah."
This guy was lying on the ground, and I hit him with a stick more than ten times. It was so hot that I was covered in sweat. I wiped my nose with my left hand and kicked this guy three times.
In the room, another policeman in his twenties was standing nearby, munching on watermelon. He showed no sign of coming to help. At this time, I also understood that this policeman, who was in his thirties, probably didn’t have good interpersonal relationships, or maybe he didn’t have good interpersonal relationships.
I have a particularly bad relationship with other police officers.
Otherwise, if the policeman who brought me in just said that I was the deputy captain of the SWAT team, this guy would definitely not make things difficult for me.
But no matter what, it is true that this grandson gave Dakui a stick.
I hit him on the head a few more times with a plastic stick, and blood gushed out from his head. He lay on the ground and twitched. Then I sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and twisted my neck. I hadn't felt this good for a long time.
"Captain Zhang's name is like thunder, haha." Suddenly a man in his fifties, wearing a police uniform, walked in from outside. The man introduced himself: "I am Niu Ziqiang."
"Hello, Director Niu." I pointed to the policeman on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, I got angry and accidentally beat him up."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way. Young man, you should give me a lesson." The boss sat next to me, not looking like an elder at all.
After Director Niu finished speaking, the policeman who was eating watermelon dragged the policeman in his thirties out, probably to the hospital.
"Captain Zhang came to see me for something, right?" Director Niu asked.
"Director Niu, have you ever heard of the supernatural group?" I nodded.
Director Niu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said with a smile: "Director Luo mentioned it by chance. I don't know why Captain Zhang asked this?"
I pointed at Dakui on the bed and said, "This is my buddy, a preparatory member of our Chongqing paranormal team. He accidentally became addicted to drugs. He wants to come to detox. I hope Director Niu will give him some preferential treatment or something."
If I just say that Da Kui is my brother, maybe Director Niu will give me face and take care of Da Kui, but it is not as good as taking care of a member of the paranormal team. After all, the members of the paranormal team have a very special political position, and in many aspects
Everyone has special privileges. For example, if I have the right reasons, I can even mobilize soldiers from the army.
This is something that people in politics will never be able to grasp.
"Don't worry, this brother's life here will definitely not be worse than outside. Of course, there will be an exception when he is addicted to drugs." Director Niu said with a smile.
"Director Niu, please go out for a moment. I have something to explain to my brother." After I said that, Director Niu nodded and walked out, closing the door.
I looked at Da Kui who was sweating profusely and said, "Dakui, brother, I will leave you alone today. I will come to pick you up when you get rid of your drug addiction."
Dakui suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed my hand tightly, and burst into tears: "Crazy, crazy brother, I want revenge, you have to help Xiaomei take revenge."
I felt sour and said, "When you successfully detoxify, I will find an opportunity for you to go down and meet Su Mei. I will definitely do it."
I worked hard to help Bai Wuchang find the Xun fan. If he didn't believe me, he would not agree to ask him to help arrange a meeting between the two of them.