There are three three and four-story red brick buildings next to the platform, which do not cover a large area.

Two gunshots alarmed the workers upstairs.

Zhang Xingming knew that there was a building here that was used by people from Bengang Public Security Bureau. It was not until the 1990s that the public security bureau had withdrawn from here and moved to the open-air staff dormitory. This was when he worked in the dormitory in his previous life. He was very familiar with the police officers in the public security bureau and heard what they said.

Zhang Xingming quickly looked back and shouted, "Is it from the Public Security Bureau upstairs? Please call the Guo family police station. If you want to ask a few more people, this group of people has the only son gun."

At this time, some people could use seamless steel pipes to make pistols, but they didn’t have magazines, so they could only fire one shot at a time, called the only son gun. In the 1980s and 1990s, these only son guns were quite rampant, because they were guarding the steel mill, seamless steel pipes were so easy to make.

Three or four people ran down the building, two of them were carrying the Wusi in their hands, and they were dozens of meters away, and soon ran over.

Bengang Public Security Department is the security department under Bengang, at the level of the department. The factories below are called the Security Department and the Level of the Department. They are public security units within Bengang Company. The security departments of each factory are equivalent to police stations and are directly managed by the department.

The main daily work is to prevent theft and damage, as well as public security management in the factory and family areas.

At this time, the Public Security Department was still a direct unit of the Public Security Bureau, and had a police officer and a gun. In 1992, the government and enterprise split up, and the police officer of the Bengang Public Security Department was revoked, and the gun was taken back by the Municipal Bureau, so they could only play with handcuffs.

The leader ran over and asked, "What's going on?" His colleague raised his gun and pointed it at the group of gangsters. One of them went to pick up the gunpowder gun and knife that were thrown on the ground. At this moment, three or four gunpowder guns had been thrown away. One of them was a switchblade. By the way, this was a rare thing at this time, and it was awesome to hold it.

Seeing that the situation was controlled, Zhang Xingming stood up straight, put the gun into the holster, and said, "These people are blocking me here and preparing to fight and rob me. Fortunately, I brought the gun today, otherwise I would have suffered. This is my gun certificate."

He took out the gun certificate and handed it over. The one who took it over and flipped it over and said, "Silver Shield Security, what does it have to do with you?" Zhang Xingming took back the gun certificate and said, "The company was run by my family."

The man stared at Zhang Xingming in surprise and said, "How old are you? Are you still in school?"

Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "First year of junior high school, from No. 6."

The man turned around and looked at the gangsters who had already squatted on the ground collectively and said, "How can I do this? This place is a factory area and the police station cannot control it." At that time, the Public Security Department and the security departments of the various factories below were quite awesome, much tougher than the police station.

Police stations in heavy industrial areas like Nanfen only manage the work of gangsters and households in society, and the rest are all managed by the Public Security Department and the Security Department, because most of the land is from the factory, and all the people are from the factory workers.

"Or it's all. You're not hurt anyway. I'll take these back to repair them for you." The leader of the Public Security Department said to Zhang Xingming. What he said was not a simple shot, but a feeling that people can't forget for many years.

Zhang Xingming said: "Forget it for everyone else, these people with only son guns are definitely not good. If I don't have a gun, I will probably be able to speak while standing. There are also some people with knives. Do you think he dares to stab me?"

The head of the Public Security Department smiled and said, "What's the only son? It's just a gunpowder gun. There are steel balls inside. They just want to hit the eye." They were too lazy to do it. If they were stealing things from the factory or robbing them, they would be considered a meritorious service, but they would just fight.

To be honest, if Zhang Xingming hadn't fired his gun today, even if he was knocked down and beaten, the police department would not take them downstairs. There were too many such things in Northeast China during this period and they would get used to it.

"Then it happens. Please help bring these upstairs. I'll lend you a call." Zhang Xingming was too lazy to mess with him.

"Okay. You guys, you don't take anything here. The ones holding the knife go here." He shouted to the gangsters. The gangster walked to both sides as he said, leaving the gunpowder gun in the middle. At this time, no one dared to lie and take care of things on themselves.

"I didn't take anything, I slapped each other a few times, get out."

Most of them didn't take anything. Everyone looked at each other and slapped each other a few times. They really tried hard to beat each other, and no one dared to be slick. After the beating, they looked here and waved their hands: "Go roll, get out." The group of people scattered.

Four knives, and five guns with Meng Xianbin and five were taken into the small building and locked into an empty room. Zhang Xingming followed the head upstairs and called.

The phone number in the factory cannot be broadcasted directly. It is the factory's own system. However, there is a municipal phone number here at the Public Security Bureau. Zhang Xingming picked up the phone and dialed it to the branch of Benxi, the security company: "I, Zhang Xingming, have two cars, a few people, and a few pairs of handcuffs. Come to the Nanfen Mining Transportation Section, the faster the better."

There, asked, "What's wrong with Erming?"

Zhang Xingming said: "It's okay, I fought, I fired a gun, come and talk."

He put down the phone and said to the head, "You have to delay you for a while and come from the city." The head, nodded and said, "It's okay, sit here and wait."

Zhang Xingming picked up the phone and called home again: "Dad? I have something to do here. Go home in the evening. Don't wait for me to have dinner. Well, it's okay, I'll be back in a while."

Then I sat and waited. There was really no way to traffic these days, it was all mountain roads.

The head asked, "Little brother, your surname is yours?"

"Zhang, Zhang Xingming. My family is from Guobao, and my father is from the mineral dressing factory."

"Oh, I heard that I have never had the chance to know you. Is it true that you have opened a shopping mall in the city? Your family is so famous, it must be the richest family in our city, right? I said, "You are so young, why do you have a gun with you?"

This is not wrong. If I have as rich as your family, I have to let my son carry a gun. I can’t say anything these days. I said you should be careful when holding a gun and try to use it as little as possible. Your adults are really grateful, so how can you rest assured?"

"I don't usually take it, so I have a guard when I go out. I've just been to junior high school these days, and I've fought a few fights. I'm afraid that there will be more people to stop me, so I'll take it with me just in case. As a result, I'll use it. I almost got someone to bombard me today."

"You are June 4th, right? But it's much better than us. We have no rifle left, and we can't even get clothes thirty or fifty meters away." Zhang Xingming pulled out his pistol, took off the magazine, pulled out the rifle, and handed it to the head.

He took the pistol and compared it in his hand, looked over and over again, and said, "This gun is better, it's small and light, so it's comfortable to hold it. Unfortunately, we are not worthy of it. We just don't know how to get those May Fourth Movement. We are older than my dad."

Return the gun to Zhang Xingming, Zhang Xingming took it and put it in the magazine.

I became familiar with it after saying a few words. This man named Song and a city native, who is over forty and fifty years old, and is squatting at the Nanfen.
Chapter completed!