Seeing Li Laifu, an old man with a white beard, standing in the middle of the mountain road, several policemen who were about to forcefully enter Liujiatun were stunned for a moment.
They rarely see such tyrannical mountain people. When ordinary people see this tiger skin, they will hide as far away as possible. How can they stop him and seek death?
These days, it is extremely easy to find a reason to put a black hat on you.
"Why are you just standing there? Rush in and arrest him. If this country bumpkin dares to take action, I will arrest him too. He will be treated as obstructing official business. A group of unruly people have turned the world upside down."
Zhang Guanglie's nostrils were turned upward and he roared with arrogance.
In his opinion, aren't they just a few ordinary people making trouble?
What kind of nonsense is this?
As long as he handles this matter well, Gao Shenglan of the Xuchang Cultural Relics Administration Bureau promised himself to say a few nice words in front of Sima Junjie, the top leader in the provincial capital, and maybe he could really move up.
I heard that one of the county bureau chiefs is about to retire. This opportunity cannot be missed and will never come back.
Except for the fat policeman Zhao Goudan who did not take action, the other several smart and capable young policemen no longer had any worries after hearing what Zhang Guanglie said.
What's there to be afraid of?
When something goes wrong, someone taller will take care of it. They are just small-time policemen who offend the big boss who can't afford to be an official.
The youngest and largest of the seven policemen was seen walking in front, raising his hand and placing his hand on Li Laifu's shoulder.
With a smile on his face, the young man exerted great force, preparing to pull this ignorant old man aside so that he would not get in the way.
"Hey……"
The young police officer has just graduated, but he is tall and powerful. He was a fighting champion in the police academy, and his brute strength is no small feat.
But when he pulled it off with force, the old man didn't even move except for a tear in the cotton-padded jacket on Li Laifu's shoulder.
Looking at the staring young police officer with a sneer, Li Laifu grinned toothlessly and uttered one word:
"roll."
The young police officer was stunned for a moment, unable to move forward or retreat!
Is there something weird about this old man?
Zhang Guanglie stood behind him and couldn't help shouting:
"You country bumpkin, do you really dare to resist the law? Are you not afraid that I will really shoot you if you obstruct the police officers from doing their work?"
At this time, Li Laifu raised his hand to touch his beard again and said with a dry smile:
"The road faces the sky on both sides. The old man won't stop you from enforcing the law, but this Liujiatun is our territory.
I can stand wherever I want, what does it have to do with you? Just push the old man away if you can."
Seeing an old man with gray hair making fun of him, Zhang Guanglie became angry and turned around to yell at seven young and strong policemen:
"It's useless. Even if you guys move it, you have to move this old man away for me. Hurry up!"
When Li Laifu heard what Zhang Guanglie said, he immediately laughed and said to a few dazed policemen:
"You guys, if you don't hurry up and take action, your director tells you to move the old man away."
Several police officers also became angry after hearing this. They are all tall and powerful young people. Seven of them can't deal with one old man?
At that moment, two people pulled each other's arms, four people pressed against each other's legs, and one person twisted his waist, trying to move Li Laifu aside.
"laugh……"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"This is the policeman at the foot of the mountain. This is my first time seeing him."
"These police officers are so weak. They are not even as strong as my ten-year-old grandson."
As Li Laifu's tattered cotton-padded jacket was torn into pieces, everyone present was stunned except for the villagers who stood behind to watch the joke.
Li Laifu was still steady, standing motionless in the middle of the mountain road, but the tattered cotton-padded jacket on his body was gone.
In the dead of winter, this old man stood there naked and wearing a pair of big pants and smiled.
Zhao Goudan looked at Li Laifu blankly, wondering in his heart:
"Seven young men can't push this old thing? Isn't it a matter of strength? How handsome is his kung fu?"
Police officer Zhao Goudan is not an ordinary person. Although he is a little fatter now, Zhao Goudan was not a fat man back then.
During the special training at the police academy, Zhao Goudan was also a top student in the school, and he also had an extremely handsome body in both soft and hard skills.
Although he has become a bit depraved in the past few years and has been hollowed out by his stupid wife, his eyesight has not changed?
Zhang Guanglie, the director of Zhang Da, also felt that something was wrong at this time. It was unscientific for a country bumpkin in the mountains to have such good kung fu?
However, the dream of promotion and fortune finally went to Zhang Guanglie's brain!
He reached out and took the gun at his waist, waving it in a mighty manner, pointing here and there.
When Zhao Goudan saw this scene, he couldn't help being shocked. Didn't he just come in for an inspection? Is it necessary to use a gun?
Besides, with the way Zhang held his gun, it was hard to guarantee what he could hit...
"Click."
The sound of bullets being loaded caused a flash of anger in Li Laifu's eyes, and anger appeared on his face.
"Get out of my way, you old guy, what about you? I see, you old man is the accomplice of the wanted criminal Liu Shiba.
You are harboring a criminal, do you understand? If you don’t get out of your way, I’ll shoot you old thing.”
Zhang Guanglie roared, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble.
"Suo Zhang, this is a violation of discipline. There is no violent incident, how can you use a gun without authorization?"
Zhao Goudan reacted at this time and quickly stood between Li Laifu and Zhang Guanglie.
Zhang Guanglie shook his head and said:
"Fat Zhao, get out of here quickly. If you don't teach these thugs a lesson, they don't know what happened to the rebel faction."
In fact, Zhang Guanglie was just trying to scare people. His gun was just a decoration. He usually carried it with him to scare the people.
The director of a town is so dignified that he cheers before going out, so where is the need to use a gun?
Even if there is an emergency, the ones who charge into the battle and risk their lives are the grassroots criminal police and armed police, and Zhang Guanglie's turn will never be his turn.
Regardless of his strength, if he can hit two rings at 20 meters, he is pretty good.
Just when several police officers present were shocked by Zhang Guanglie's action of pulling out his gun, Li Laifu, the old village chief of Liujiatun, sneered.
I saw the old man swaying twice and suddenly appearing next to Zhang Guanglie. He took the pistol in his hand and began to play with it. He muttered in his mouth:
"So, this is a pistol? The steel fire is not very good. You can see that it bends as soon as you twist it.
Forget it, my old man is not interested in gadgets with poor workmanship, so I’ll give them back to you.”
He grabbed the gun belt and spoke, and after just five seconds, the pistol was back in Zhang Guanglie's hand.
It's just that it looks like that, and it's hard for people to recognize that it's a gun, it's just a lump of black iron...
Zhang Guanglie was stunned, looking at the dark iron block in his hand!
I saw that the "gun" in his hand had been folded together, the magazine was squeezed into a ball and stuck to the firing pin, the barrel was pinched into a discus, and the trigger was pinched directly into the gun chamber and disappeared.
Zhang Guanglie was about to cry but had no tears. Looking at the scrap metal that could barely be seen to be a gun, he wailed:
"Fake and shoddy products, those engaged in the military industry are so irresponsible. Even the pistols are fakes. Are there any real ones in this world? How can we protect the safety of our people's public servants?"
Zhao Goudan stood in the middle of the mountain road, dumbfounded, thinking:
This old man has such strong skills. It seems that the masters are among the people. This sentence is really true...
