Chapter 355 After 12 o'clock, who has the final say
Chen Guozhong continued to introduce to Zhao Qing and others, "Wang Bao said that after twelve o'clock here, he has the final say."
Zhao Qing shook his head, "I've never heard of it. It doesn't count if I say it. But does it count if Wang Bao says it?"
Ma Jun also became happy, "That is, whether he is a god or not, it doesn't matter if he is a god. He hasn't asked us, Sir Zhao, yet."
Chen Guozhong also became happy, "Damn it, Ma Jun, why don't you be so blunt in your flattery?"
Hahaha...
The three of them were chatting happily there. The wine table was really able to bring the men closer together, even though the three of them had not drank when they had just eaten.
Just as they were bragging and spanking, suddenly there was a commotion on the street. A group of people were beating a man who was already lying on the ground, and they were very cruel.
By chance, an old policeman on patrol passed by and immediately shouted, "What's going on? Stop, stop!"
But this group of gangsters didn't pay attention to the old policeman at all. As if they didn't see the person, they treated him as if he were nothing and continued to beat him there. One person even threw a wine bottle at him.
When he arrived in front of the old policeman, a group of people surrounded him.
After seeing such a situation, Zhao Qing and the others certainly would not let it happen anymore. Seeing a gangster humiliating the police, how could such a thing be treated as if nothing happened?
Immediately bringing their police ID cards, the three people walked up directly, "Back off! Police!"
Zhao Qing was walking slowly behind, while Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun rushed forward.
Chen Guozhong directly caught the gangster who threw the bottle, "Did you throw the bottle? I saw it, it was you who threw it!" Then he put it on the ground and easily took it from his pocket.
Inside the cigarette box, I took out the rolled drugs.
Now the little gangster who had been struggling and mumbling had nothing to say.
Seeing this guy's expression as if he was afraid of boiling water, Chen Guozhong was furious and said, "Stand up and take off your shoes!".
The little gangster just did it.
"Take off your socks!"
Continue to do so.
"Take a step back!"
After taking two more steps back, the gangster stepped directly on the broken glass of the wine bottle he had just thrown, and instantly squatted down in pain.
But when he was about to explode, Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun immediately took out their pistols. No matter how many people there were, they were able to control the situation.
Originally, this matter was over like this, but just when the whole place fell silent, a sound of "ding-ding-ding" came over, which was particularly attractive.
It turned out that at this time, Wang Bao suddenly walked down the stairs with a big belly and a wine bottle in his hand. He slowly knocked on the iron railing and made this sound.
Everyone in the audience stared at Wang Bao. He walked slowly down step by step, passed through the surroundings of all the younger brothers, and then walked directly in front of Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun, "What? You want to give me a blow?"
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After finishing speaking, Wang Bao looked at them with a provocative look. After taking a sip of the beer in his hand, he suddenly changed his face and smashed the beer bottle at Chen Guozhong's feet. The provocation was obvious.
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The boys behind Wang Bao did the same thing. They just smashed all the beer bottles to the ground, and now it was a mess.
Just when Wang Bao, Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun were confronting each other, and they were still fighting against each other, there was an obvious "bang" sound and the sound of gunfire rang out.
"Ah~!" A scream came from the mouth of the little gangster who had just thrown a wine bottle to provoke the old policeman Uncle Bao, and was punished by Chen Guozhong for stepping on the glass.
Instantly, everyone turned their attention to Zhao Qing, who was also in the middle of the crowd, but had been standing on the edge just now. He also had a police ID hanging on his chest and was holding a pistol in his hand.
Seeing Wang Bao looking towards him, Zhao Qing carefully kicked away the broken glass in front of him with his shoes, and then walked carefully step by step in front of Wang Bao.
I don’t know who made Zhao Qing unhappy. He didn’t say anything, but just took the gun again and fired five bullets, all of which hit the leg of the unlucky little gangster just now.
Above, it is obvious that both of this guy's legs were directly broken by Zhao Qing.
Seeing Zhao Qing slowly changing the bullets of the empty pistol, the scene was quiet. No one, not even Wang Bao, spoke.
"Click!" After Zhao Qing loaded the bullet, he prepared the revolver again, but this time he did not raise the muzzle of the gun, but swayed it casually in his hand. He glanced around and shook his head slightly.
"Who threw the bottle just now? Did you know that it almost hit me?"
Wang Bao stared at Zhao Qing with red eyes, gritting his teeth and said, "Officer Zhao, are you deliberately trying to feel sorry for me?"
Zhao Qing shook his head, "Brother, do you believe me when I say that this time it was purely an accident? I happened to be inviting colleagues from my work unit to dinner nearby, and I happened to encounter someone beating someone. As you know, as a police officer, this kind of thing happens
Of course you have to take care of what happened before your eyes."
Wang Bao's teeth were itching with hatred, "That guy is a gambler. He owes us hundreds of thousands, and he has been defaulting on his debts! We caught him this time, what's wrong with giving him a good beating?"
Zhao Qing nodded, "Gambler, if you had told me earlier, wouldn't I have misunderstood you?"
Zhao Qing pointed at someone casually, "Who is that? Go and pull that gambler over. Those who were beating up just now stand up and continue beating!"
The younger brothers didn't dare to act without authorization, and they all looked at Wang Bao expectantly. If Wang Bao didn't say anything, how could they dare to move?
As for Wang Bao, his eyes were staring straight at Zhao Qing.
Being stared at by Wang Bao, Zhao Qing also looked at him without fear, "Why are you staring at me? Brother, you don't know, I hate gamblers the most, and I hate old people who don't repay their debts even more."
Wang Bao was so stimulated by Zhao Qing, "Hit me! Keep beating me!"
Soon, the guy who was beaten just now was dragged to the center of the circle, and then a group of people went over and kicked him. The ground now was not what it was just now. The ground was covered with broken glass, even though it was from beer bottles.
It is relatively thick, but its lethality is not small.
And because Zhao Qing had just threatened him with a shot, those who participated in the beating used more force. Soon, the wailing voice of the gambler became quieter and quieter.