◎Chapter 12: Fight against the Urban Management

Before the special case team arrived, the local police had conducted a preliminary investigation. Before the incident, the deputy captain of the Urban Management Brigade drank with his colleagues until 10 o'clock in the evening. The hotel owner confirmed that the deputy captain was drunk and made three calls at the door of the store before leaving. His tongue was a little big when he spoke, and he repeated a few times, raising his voice from time to time, so the boss remembered the content of these three calls very clearly.

1. Hey, is Xiao Min? It's me... Yes, come out, I'll take you to sing, how about it? What, it's too late... Can we have a relationship further? I can't eat you, what are you afraid of? Hey, hey, fuck your sister... Hang up my phone.

2. Fangfang, where are you? Well... stop doing business, I am your big customer. I will go to the hotel to open a room, take a taxi, don’t worry... The price is bound to you, we are all old customers... Serve me all night.

3. Wife, I have to go on a business trip overnight and go to another place for a meeting. I won’t go home at night.

It is not difficult to see these three calls that the deputy captain's lifestyle was very corrupt. He burped and staggered away from the hotel. Not far away, his cell phone and a soaked urine were found in the holly bush in the green space in the street. The special case team analyzed that the deputy captain disappeared here and his whereabouts were unknown. The murderer should be a man, and he cut off his hand and killed him with one knife, which shows that the person is strong. The murderer should have a vehicle as a means of transportation, otherwise how can the deputy captain's giant maggot-like body be carried?

The first murder scene should be in a suburb not far away, a place with many roses.

The special case team asked the local police to focus on investigating the village where the old man sells sweet potatoes and see if there are any butchers who kill pigs and sheep in the village are related to the old man; if there are motorized tricycles or tractors and other means of transportation, they should be included in the police's focus on investigation.

Su Mei retrieved surveillance videos from various intersections in the city on the night of the incident. The network surveillance system has been popularized in most cities in China. Surveillance probes are installed in key areas of public security, busy intersections, residential communities, commercial centers, and station squares, which provides great convenience for the police to combat crime and build a safe city. Su Mei listed nearly a hundred suspicious vehicles, and the next job is to cooperate with the traffic police department to investigate one by one, hoping to find the vehicle that throws the body.

A few days passed, and the four members of the special case team decided to go to the intersection of Jiefang Road Market to see the progress of Xiao Puding's secret investigation.

Pudding was reused by the special case team as soon as he entered the police station. He was very excited, but after the excitement, he found that the criminal investigation work was harder than he thought. When did this young man who had been spoiled since childhood suffer such hardship? Every morning, he pushed a tricycle to the intersection of Jiefang Road to set up a stall to sell fruits. At first, he couldn't find a place to set up a stall because he occupied a stall for a sugarcane vendor, and almost had a dispute. In the end, the sugarcane vendor vacated a little bit and asked him to set up a stall. Pudding noticed that there were many things on the ground: an old sack, a stone, a broken bowl, a piece of sugarcane, and a piece of rope...

These things we never pay attention to represent people and stalls occupied by hawkers!

Pudding had a question before, why did hawkers seize roads instead of setting up stalls in the market? When he changed from the son of the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee to a hawker, he realized that the market had to pay management fees, sanitation fees, and taxes. The hawkers only earned a few dozen yuan a day. After paying those fees, there was not much left, so they would rather occupy the road outside the market to operate.

Small merchants and vendors are neighbors with the same poverty, just like one grass next to another. Pudding soon became familiar with the sugarcane vendor. The sugarcane vendor only earned thirty yuan a day, but they had to support a family, and they had a whole family of four.

Pudding sat on the stool and looked at the traffic, and began his first thought about suffering in his life.

On the left side of his fruit stall is a sold candy-fried chestnut, the stall owner is a laid-off female worker holding a child; on the right is a three-wheeled motorcycle, the sugarcane vendor is cutting sugarcane skin with a machete; there are many small vendors on both sides of the road, some selling candy haws, some selling roujiamo, some selling clothes, and some selling small department stores that cost two yuan a piece... These are street stalls, with people rushing in front of the stalls, bustling and bustling.

Pudding suddenly heard the cheers, stood up and looked up. There were many people surrounding the open space on the street. A group of martial arts students, led by their coach, were raising donations for the charity performance in the earthquake-stricken area.

The martial arts school students performed Shaolin Kung Fu, Hard Qigong, Nanquan and Tai Chi, which won rounds of applause.

A little girl's balloon floated onto the street light, and the little girl looked up with tears in her eyes. The martial arts school students instantly built a pyramid wall under the street light without using any tools. The coach.

Wearing a red sportswear, he climbed up the wall with agility, took off the balloon and jumped from above, rolled on the spot, returned the balloon to the little girl, which won the applause of passers-by, and the donors were very enthusiastic.

The sugar cane seller said: The martial arts coach is so powerful that he can win more than a dozen people per person and won many awards.

Pudding said: I don’t know who is more powerful when he fights with me, Hualong, haha.

The sugar cane vendor said: Why are you bragging all day long? I know this and that one, and I will listen to you bragging all day long.

Pudding took out a cell phone, fiddled with it and said: I'm not bragging.

Sugarcane vendor: Oh, where did you buy this copycat machine? It costs at least 800 yuan, right?

Pudding: Cut, this is not a parallel product. 800 yuan? Let you touch it for 800 yuan.

Sugarcane vendor: I'll give me a song "Please ask for Buddha" and "Perfume is poisonous". I'll wash everything and sleep with you...

The sugar cane vendor sang with his hands pulling his throat, and the little pudding bent down with a smile.

Little Pudding asked: A few days ago, I must have been great in killing the city management man. Have you heard of this?

The sugar cane vendor said: I know who did it, so I will go pee first, and come back and tell you, "Please help me see the stall, brother."

Pudding said: Go.

The sugar cane seller said: If the urban management is here, remember to call me quickly.

Puding said: What's the terrible thing about urban management? The director of the Public Security Bureau has to listen to my father.

The sugar cane vendor slapped him hard on the head and said: Hey, you kid are so fucking good at bragging.

Pudding rubbed his head and said: If you don’t believe it, by the way, who did that?

The sugar cane vendor said: That day, when the deputy captain beat the old man selling sweet potatoes, I saw it with my own eyes. When I came back, I couldn't hold it in my arms.

The four members of the special case team found Pudding's fruit stall and pretended to be buying fruits. Pudding was very happy to see them, and while weighing the scale, he lowered his voice to tell the special case team that the identity of Rose Killer would be found out soon. Su Mei picked up a red apple and sniffed it. Professor Liang nodded and asked: Young man, how is the business?

Pudding said with a smile: It’s okay to be careless, why don’t you buy more? This beautiful sister, buy two kilograms of apples.

Su Mei glared at him and put the apple down.

At this time, a commotion suddenly occurred at the intersection, and several cars drove over, and the harsh sound of brakes and loudspeakers mixed together. Someone shouted, "The urban management is here, run away quickly." A majestic and impatient voice came from the speakers of the urban management law enforcement vehicle: I have said it many times, don't set up stalls here, I have lifted up all their stalls and confiscated the scales.

Dozens of urban management came in full force, and it seemed that this was a large-scale joint law enforcement operation.

The vendors were frightened and fled, and the intersection was in chaos. Some rode tricycles and ran to the alley like lightning, while some pushed wheelbarrows to hide in residential communities. When they ran slowly, they were caught by the urban management. The stall was overturned, and the scale was broken into two sections by the urban management. Various commodities were scattered all over the ground, and the sound of shouting at the sky and the earth came from time to time. Passers-by stopped, and some elderly people would evoke memories that were not far away when they saw this violent law enforcement scene?

A big fat man in a uniform, holding a toothpick in his arms, led two casual clothes staff to the fruit stall of Pudding. The big fat man roared: Who asked you to set it up? The four of the special case team hid to the safe area. The little Pudding asked: Do you have a certificate? Obviously, this sentence angered the fat man. He overturned a cart of fruit from Pudding to the ground, stomped an apple viciously, spit out a toothpick, and shouted in a lewd manner: This is the certificate.

The woman who sold candy fried chestnuts next to her looked panicked and hurriedly put her chestnuts into a cardboard box. Two casual staff snatched the cardboard box and threw several boxes of chestnuts into the car. The woman hugged the fat urban management leg of the big fat urban management and begged, and her child stood aside and cried loudly. The woman begged that she was laid off and the chestnuts were bought by borrowing money, so she asked the urban management management to let her go.

The big fat urban management answered: I smashed the pot for her!

A casual dressed man raised a weight viciously and smashed a hole in the fried chestnut pot.

At this time, the woman selling candy and fried chestnuts seemed crazy. She made an extreme move. The mother raised her child over her head and said in a hoarse voice: If you don’t return my chestnuts, I will throw the child to death in front of you!

The child is probably only four years old. I don’t understand why my mother did this. I just cried so much that I was so scared that I kept calling my mother, mom...

The scene in front of him made Hualong's blood rush. He took off his police uniform and only wore it inside.

A white shirt, then rolled up the sleeves and loosened a few buttons to reveal the sturdy chest of stone sculptures.

Hualong clenched his fists and the blue veins on his arm burst out; Bao Zhan grabbed him tightly, urging him to calm down and prevent him from rushing up.

The mother held up her child, tears flowing down her eyes, and her eyes were filled with despair. The fat city manager was so heartless that he sneered and scolded, "Don't you go." After that, he kicked her in the mother's stomach, and the mother and the child fell to the ground together.

Professor Liang said coldly: Xiaolong, what are you waiting for?

Hualong was furious and could no longer suppress the grief in his heart. He shouted loudly and kicked sideways with a rushing step. The power was extremely powerful. He hit the head of the fat urban management officer. With a pounce, the fat urban management officer fell to the ground. Hualong picked up a thin casual urban management officer next to him, threw it up, and kicked him away with a side kick. The urban management officer shouted, "Fight, come quickly." Dozens of urban management officers rushed over angrily, and the masses flashed a piece of open space backwards, and all passing vehicles stopped.

Hualong stood in the middle, surrounded him by dozens of vicious urban managers.

The onlookers were worried about the dragon painting. Most of these urban management personnel were ruffians, and they had developed excellent skills in street fighting with hawkers for a long time. Some urban management personnel even held weapons such as iron rods and steel pipes.

The surroundings became very quiet, and the wind blew by, and a yellow leaf floated down.

When Hualong was about to take action, a man in a red sports suit knocked down several urban management officers and rushed in. He held two white wax sticks in his hand and handed him one to Hualong. He clasped his fists according to the rules of martial arts in the martial arts world and said: Shaolin Martial Arts School instructor, Zheng Xuejian, I am willing to fight side by side with you.

Hualong took the white wax stick, clasped his fists and said: Fortunately, the armed police instructor, Hualong.

Dozens of urban management rushed over with a scream. Hualong and Zheng Xuejian waved wooden sticks, and there was a crackling sound. Several urban management officials were beaten to the ground by wooden sticks. Zheng Xuejian used the Shaolin stick technique. When Hualong was young, he learned the famous stick technique by a famous teacher. Two people pointed to the east and beat the west. The white wax stick was full of wind, pounded and chopped, and put all his strength in his body, making him skillful and majestic.

The two of them were like fighting, cheering each other for each other, and they were not willing to be outdone.

An urban manager rushed over, drew dragons and used a "big beam gun" to stab the man's feet, then picked up the point of the stick, hit the man's chin, and knocked him down with a stick. These three combos were as fast as lightning.

Another urban manager forced Zheng Xuejian to step forward, and used the "Fan Fei Bada" in Shaolin stick technique, which was quick and dazzling. Only a series of sounds could be heard. The urban manager was hit in eight parts of his legs, knees, chest, abdomen, etc., and the last stick hit his neck. He fell to the ground and screamed.

Soon, after waving the stick, a large area of ​​urban management fell down on the ground, with a few left. Hualong and Zheng Xuejian threw down the white wax stick, hoping to take the opportunity to show their skills of fisting and footwork. However, the urban management officers showed fear and no longer had arrogance. They hesitated to take a few steps forward and turned around and fled. The urban management officers who fell on the ground supported each other and fled in a panic.

The onlookers cheered loudly and applauded.

After a while, the TV station reporters arrived with cameras. The TV station planned to do a program to create a good city appearance by urban management law enforcement. Some people were still surrounded by the scene and talked about the battle against urban management just now.

Before the interview, the TV reporter specially found three generations of old, middle-aged and young people, and asked them to stand in front of the camera and recite them according to the memorized lines. An old man had a bad memory and stuttered several times, "Thank you... the good city environment, without the small vendors, I feel refreshed when I go out for a walk."

The reporter holding a microphone stood in front of the camera and said with a smile: Recently, the city's urban management law enforcement department has taken a heavy blow to crack down on illegal vendors who operate without a license in the city and occupy roads. I just interviewed three citizens and they warmly welcomed this rectification measure. We see that the city has not been greatly affected, the people from all sides are in a stable mood, and the lives of citizens are in an orderly manner...

A crowd of onlookers shouted at the top of their voice: Stable and orderly, your grandma, your legs!

The crowd burst into laughter, the reporter blushed, and he quickly finished reporting and left the scene.

110 is here too. It seems that when the city management battles, someone called the police and the patrolman asked an old man who was watching the fun.

The old man held his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and seemed to have a little ear. The patrolman asked a few questions, and the old man finally heard it clearly.

The old man said: Nothing happened here, and no one attacked the urban management.

The patrolman asked: What happened to the blood on the ground? Do you know?
Chapter completed!