The patrolman found a crowbar, put it into the crack of the door and pushed it hard. With a click, the wooden door opened.
"Wow!"
A basin of boiling water was poured out.
The policeman who pried open the door was the first to be hit, and he jumped to the point of being burned and screamed.
The others didn't fare much better. They were all waiting at the door to rush in. They didn't pay attention to such a hand coming inside, and they were more or less burned.
The patrol was in chaos. Taking advantage of this gap, a big black man in underwear rushed out, waving a kitchen knife in his hand.
Standing solemnly at the back, the boiling water did not burn him. Instead, he was pushed aside by the patrolman in front of him, and he watched the big black man run out of the alley.
He solemnly pushed away the patrolman who was pressing him down, and shouted angrily: "If Ma Biaozi escapes today, we won't be able to hang around in the patrol room!"
Except for the policeman who was seriously burned, everyone else chased him out.
"Ma Biaozi, stop!"
"If you run again, I'll shoot!"
"Stop him!"
The main purpose of patrolling behind is to act as a deterrent. With so many people on the street, it is impossible to shoot.
Ma Biao also understood this truth and ran to crowded places. When he encountered someone who deliberately blocked him, he immediately waved a kitchen knife to threaten him.
He looked around solemnly and said loudly: "You continue to chase, I will block him in front!"
As he spoke, he ran towards the southeast.
When he arrived, he had already observed the surrounding terrain and outflanked him from the southeast, just enough to block Ma Biao's path.
Ten minutes later, in an unknown alley, Zheng Zheng finally blocked Ma Biao.
"Ma Biao, put down the knife!" he solemnly took out his pistol and shouted.
Ma Biao knew very well that breaking into a house, robbing a house, committing murder, and committing murder would definitely be an unpardonable death penalty. Anyway, both the left and right would die, so he might as well give it a chance.
Seeing that there was only one person on the other side, he yelled and rushed over with a shining kitchen knife.
Zheng Zheng’s finger was on the trigger? The gun was aimed at Ma Biao’s leg.
"Seriously, don't shoot? Let us vent our anger first!" shouted the chasing police officer.
The patrolmen basically let the boiling water scald them? They were all holding a fire in their hearts and were preparing to arrest Ma Biaozi.
If Ma Biao was seriously shot and wounded, in front of the common people? Or if he did it to a prisoner who had lost the ability to resist? If the news spread, it would definitely affect the reputation of the patrol room.
Zheng Zheng knew very well that if he wanted to gain a firm foothold in the patrol room, he couldn't just point to Xu Siqi as a banner, but he also had to try his best to improve his interpersonal relationships.
Is it like now? Do you have to be of one mind and heart with the police officers? Let them treat you as brothers, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort in doing things in the future.
Seeing Ma Biao rushing forward, he solemnly stepped aside, suddenly swung his uncle and struck him on the wrist, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a clang.
Even if it was only delayed for a few seconds, a patrolman with fast legs had already caught up. He kicked the kitchen knife away first and shouted: "Brothers, come on!"
The policemen swarmed around Ma Biao, punched and kicked him. They all deliberately dealt cruel blows. It didn't take five minutes. Ma Biao was beaten and huddled up in a ball with his head in his hands.
How many kicks did Zheng Zheng follow? Seeing Ma Biao lying limply on the ground, blood spurting out from his nostrils, he quickly said: "Okay, okay, it's almost done. Well, who has the handcuffs?"
"Seriously, I'm pretty good at it. That slap just now was really like a small grab." A patrol officer walked over and cuffed Ma Biao.
The crowd of onlookers gathered more and more, and they solemnly took out their patrol badges, showed them around, and said loudly: "The patrol room is handling the case. This man's name is Ma Biao. He was the one who committed the home invasion and murder case last month!"
The onlookers applauded enthusiastically. No one wanted a vicious murderer hiding where they lived.
After a moment of serious thought, he said to an older policeman: "Old Yang, you will go and notify the prisoner's family in a moment and ask them to send Ma Biao a set of clothes."
"This guy's parents have died, he has no children, and he has no brothers or sisters." Lao Yang replied.
"No relatives either?"
"No. Oh, there was an old bachelor godfather who also died last year. The house where Ma Biao lives is the legacy left by his godfather."
He solemnly turned his face, looked at Ma Biao, who was bruised and swollen, and said, "Ma Biao, you are the reincarnation of the evil star of heaven. Whoever you catch will defeat you."
Ma Biao remained silent, wiping his nosebleeds with his hands from time to time.
"Lao Yang, take a few people and conduct a thorough search of Ma Biao's house. Also, bring back a set of clothes with you. He looks like this, naked and indecent."
"knew."
Ten minutes later, Ma Biao was solemnly escorted back to the Hongkou patrol room.
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Turn around.
Multang Church School on Sanma Road.
Although it is adjacent to Fourth Avenue, the environment and atmosphere of Third Avenue is completely different.
It is the same everywhere, prostitution is closely related to the economy, and in areas with prosperous economies, prostitution is bound to flourish.
In the early years, the prostitution industry flourished on Fourth Avenue and tended to extend to Third Avenue. After all, there were not that many houses on Fourth Avenue.
Later, due to the firm opposition of the Mu'er Church, the Ministry of Industry and Industry issued an order strictly prohibiting the operation of prostitution on Sanma Road.
Without the intrusion of the prostitution industry, Sanma Road lacks the so-called bustling atmosphere. The strategic location here has attracted many educational institutions.
Chongde Girls' High School, Ligezhi Public School, Japanese Primary and Secondary Schools, and Muertang Mission School all chose Sanma Road as their school sites.
Among all schools, Moore Church School is located in the most remote location.
There is a small river four to five meters wide behind the school. On the other side of the river is a Japanese-owned cotton factory. Separated by a nearly two-meter-high courtyard wall, the school and the cotton factory cannot see each other.
The school building of Muertang School is surrounded by four sides, with the school playground in the middle, showing a rectangular shape with a total of two doors, the main entrance and the side entrance.
At around seven o'clock in the morning, Xu Siqi and Zheng Zheng came to the side door of the school. The side door was not locked, but was locked inside.
He looked around solemnly, took out the iron hook prepared in advance, stretched it through the crack of the door, hooked the iron door bolt and pulled it gently, and the iron door opened in response.
If the side door is locked, the two of them can only use the stacking method to jump in through the door.
Today is a public holiday, and the school is completely silent.
At this moment, Zhang Liwei was talking to Xiaozhi on the phone in the Chinese teacher's office, unaware of the impending danger.
"Liwei, when will you be back?"
"About four o'clock in the afternoon. I'll leave when the night guard comes. Is there anything you want to buy at home? I'll take it back with you on the way."
"My cousin called just now. I told him that you were on duty at school and he might go to school to find you."
"okay, I get it."
My cousin is referring to Kobayashi Hikoro, he must have something to inform Zhang Liwei.