Half of the market is filled with Chinese businessmen, both men and women, standing in a row, like the dams on the Qiantang River, standing unyielding no matter how strong the tide is.
It was not just the bald men who ran in, there were also black men, another black force in the Soviet Union, all of them with vicious faces, just like the raging tide of Qiantang.
There were hundreds of people on both sides, and a fierce battle was about to break out. The Iron Army was distressed. If this happened, who knows how many compatriots would fall.
"Hey, hey, everyone, please don't be impulsive. This matter started with me and I will handle it. Don't give them a clue and shut down our only market!"
Tie Jun was so anxious that he jumped on top of the two big bags and shouted loudly. The compatriots stopped but showed no fear at all!
Seeing it stopped, Tie Jun turned around and shouted in Russian: "You don't want this market to close, do you? Look at the current situation, how difficult it is to make some money!"
The first sentence had an effect. These people really relied on this market to make a living. Although nightclubs still had income, the current situation in the Soviet Union made nightclubs bleak.
"There, you send two representatives here, Dasha and I will talk to you. There is no need to be so impulsive. After spending money on medical treatment, it is better to drink, right?"
When Lao Maozi didn't drink, he was still very reasonable. After Tie Jun finished the call, countless bald heads nodded and began to discuss with each other.
Tie Jun smiled, then slowed down, and just as he was about to jump down, he saw a shadow flash in the black hair, and a one-eyed Asian man rushed towards him swinging a steel pipe.
"They are all traitors, so they should be obedient and subdue them first before talking!"
When Tie Jun saw this one-eyed man, he immediately thought of the Vietnamese woman on the train. It turned out that her man was among the black men, so no wonder she couldn't find him.
"One-eye, you're not dead yet, let's see who can defeat whom?"
Without allowing Tiejun to shout any more, Dasha and Duyan faced each other instantly. Then, people on both sides moved, and Banla Market entered a melee.
In this fight, the superiors and inferiors were immediately obvious. Although there were many villains, their physiques were still there. Only the Liu brothers and Dasha were okay, while the rest were being hammered by Mao Zi.
It was the first serious fight between Tie Jun and his two generations. I didn't expect that I could fight well. It was probably the fault of my bastard son, who was dedicated to picking up the mistakes and making sure every one was right.
After receiving two sap blows, Tie Jun was a little dizzy, especially the blow on his head, which made him stagger with stars in his eyes.
"military!"
"Brother!"
The screams came from high up, and Tie Jun followed the sound and looked over. Sister Li, Anna and Lada were standing at the corridor window of the residential building opposite and waving desperately.
"Haha, just hope you're okay!"
Tie Jun shook his head and was kicked in the back. He threw himself to the ground and grabbed a steel pipe. "It's your uncle's fault, just do it!" Tie Jun stood up with a grin.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
"Bang, bang!"
"Stop, hold your head and squat down!"
I don’t know who called the police. Whistles and shots were fired. More than a dozen police officers rushed in. Most people squatted down with their heads in their hands. Those who were still struggling were suppressed with rubber sticks.
Looking at the ground, there were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, rolling and howling. The rest were squatting on the ground holding their heads. A few large policemen were punching, kicking and carrying big sticks, still venting their anger.
"Clang!"
The steel pipe in Tie Jun's hand was smashed away. Tie Jun immediately held his head. A rubber rod kept hitting him like a cramp. Tie Jun gasped in pain and squatted down.
For a few minutes, except for the police, no one was standing. Tie Jun glanced at them with his side view. Among the people lying in the middle, there was no one-eyed person or a big fool.
"Brother, let me teach you a trick. If you don't have Tie Biao's strength in a fight, just yell, then pretend to be stuck, and try to catch up with the cat!"
The group fighting strategy that Da Zhuang taught him when he was in junior high school came to mind for some reason. Tie Jun laughed again. It turned out that they were not **!
"You guys, stand over there, you guys stand over here!"
As soon as they were divided into teams, Police Mao kicked him again, but this time he only kicked Kou Ye's side. The bald man laughed, and before he could kick Tie Jun, they retreated.
Tie Jun looked up and saw that the policeman was a fat man with a gun in his hand and was roaring. Dasha, One Eye, and the bald driver were called in front of him.
They were far away and Tie Jun couldn't hear clearly. He only saw that they talked for a while and started to look for someone, and finally pointed at him, with the fat policeman curling his fingers.
"Brother, follow them!"
Jianguo shouted from behind, Tiejun turned around and smiled, secretly praising, "Awesome, he came down from the battlefield after all." The four of them squatted together, nothing happened, even Jianjun smiled so brightly.
Policeman Maozi's uniform was very stiff and classy, much like a military uniform, and he wore big leather boots. When the fat policeman saw Tiejun approaching, he put his gun back into its holster and made a smoking gesture.
"Haha, slap me!"
Tie Jun was stunned. Dasha handed over the cigarette first. The fat policeman nodded, gave Tie Jun a blank look, and then said something quite standard in Chinese.
"Is it your fault?"
Tie Jun was stunned again, first proud, then angry, who are you talking to?
"I'm just selling goods, he's the one causing trouble!"
Tie Jun pointed at the bald driver with a red and gray face. Daman blinked. Tie Jun muttered in his heart, what do you mean, you want me to admit it?
"Big nose!" (What a bastard!)
The fat police chief suddenly became furious, cursed a Russian dialect that could not be found in the dictionary, and kicked his big fat leg towards Tie Jun's little brother.
"Wild dad is angry!" (Grass!)
Without hesitation, Tie Jun used the verb he had just learned last night, clamped his legs, and slapped the fat police officer on the face, "Pah!" There was a sound.
"Hit again!"
A hoarse voice sounded behind the fat police chief, and Tie Jun chuckled, "He asked me to hit him!" He rounded his big hand again.
"Snapped!"
The fat policeman really became a fat policeman. Four fingers appeared on his face. The fat policeman covered his face and looked back!
I saw a fatter police officer in his fifties walking over. He shouted the words "hit me again." Behind him were four tall police officers with bars and stars on their shoulders.
In fact, Tie Jun had already seen Lada hugging the high official's arm. No matter how stupid he was, he knew it was her father, so why not take advantage of the opportunity and slap this damn pig's head.
"Director? How did you..."
The fat police officer wanted to stand at attention, but his legs were still clamped by the iron army, and he said with a embarrassed smile.
"My daughter was bullied by these bastards. Do you have eyes on your butt?"
Tie Jun burst into laughter instantly, how could his tone be compared to that of the old man who had his hair cut?
When Tie Jun smiled, Lada, Anna, and Sister Li all laughed too. The director frowned and looked at Tie Jun, and then he also smiled.
"Young man, if you have the courage, go and allow you to exercise justice and teach them a lesson!"
Tie Jun suppressed his laughter and looked at a few people. Lada made a kicking motion, Anna also nodded, and Sister Li looked at you with a casual expression.
Tie Jun looked back at his compatriots. They looked expectant. Tie Jun felt a sense of justice and walked towards the bald head.
"No, teach these rice bowlers a lesson first!"
The director licked his lips at the policemen, and Tie Jun wondered why he was not a rice pail but a rice bowl?
Facing these notorious Maozi policemen, Tie Jun hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind to kill these incompetent bastards!
"Everyone is here, squat down and hold your head immediately! Everyone is here, squat down and hold your head immediately!"
As soon as Tiejun took a step forward, several army GAZ vehicles and several large loafers rushed in through the door. They drifted to a stop and the doors quickly opened.
The two groups of soldiers holding submachine guns dispersed in the blink of an eye, pointing their guns at them. The Gaz car door opened, and several officers got out.