The Underworld Detective

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The long-haired man tried several times to break free from the bald-headed man, but the bald-headed man was forced to tighten very tightly, and he could only be forced to listen to the bald-headed man where he kept arranging 'near'. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"I can't think of this little rogue, there is a chivalry on my body!" Song Xingchen said.

At this time, a group of people jumped out of the van, took out a dagger, a butterfly knife, and a swing stick from their pockets, and rushed to the bald man. Some onlookers ran away in fright, and said, "Xingchen, help him quickly! "

Song Xingchen nodded, scooping out a stone from the flower bed next to him, throwing his hand up, almost so little shadow that a man screamed and fell to the ground.

Song Xingchen shot like a flash of electricity and threw several stones, all of them hitting their leg sockets. Before they ran to the bald head, they fell into a piece. The bald head was rude, and said grinningly, "Yo, Xiao Jiji, these are all your brothers? Too polite, this is a great gift when you come up?"

"Deadhead, you dare to break our business! I spent you." A man scolded and stood up, slamming his head over the bald head.

Song Xingchen copied a stone in his hand and was about to save the field. After all, the bald head was from an underworld background, and the reaction was clever. Pushing the long-haired man in the hand towards the person, the two knocked together. He stepped forward and stepped on the man's knife-holding hand, howling in pain.

Bald-headed strong smiled: "Brother, what are you doing lying on the ground, picking up money? Hurry up!"

"Kill him!" The man yelled suddenly.

I saw another person stood up and pulled out a soil gun from his waist. The people around him screamed in shock, and their bald heads were frightened.

Song Xingchen, who was standing next to me, snorted, as if ejected, and rushed behind the gunman within two seconds. Sweeping the gun holder's arm with the unsheathed knife in my hand, I heard a click, presumably the arm was broken, and the gun flew slowly into the air.

Song Xingchen erected the scabbard and picked up the gun like a juggling. I quickly walked over, took a handkerchief out of my pocket, and wrapped it around.

This is a homemade soil gun made of steel balls, and the craft is very rough. But killing people was more than enough. I didn't dare to touch them in my hand, and I planned to hand them over to the police station.

Song Xingchen quickly ordered several people on the backs of them with a scabbard. The traffickers who were struggling there made strange noises one by one and couldn't get up on the ground. Did you break their spine? "

"No, I just clicked their Dazhui point." Song Xingchen said lightly.

"Acupoints? Haha, bragging on you!" The bald-faced unbelievable.

There was a siren sound at the intersection. I noticed that the woman was about to leave, so I stopped her and said, "Please don't leave first, and help us with a card in front of the police!"

The woman said hurriedly, "But my child is still in the hotel. I'm sick. I have to go back quickly."

I said, "I'm really sorry, it only delayed you for a minute. Rest assured, we are definitely not bad people."

The woman lowered her head: "I know, thank you for saving me, thank you so much!"

When the police arrived, they asked what happened, and several passers-by were willing to stand up and explain the situation. When the police heard that the three of us were lying on a group of traffickers, they were very surprised. They asked us who we were, and I took out the ID of the special case team. The police said, "Originally my brother? Oh, I remember ... you are That consultant who investigated the case with Captain Huang this afternoon? "

"Yes, yes!" I laughed. "These people will leave it to you."

The traffickers were all handcuffed away. They were very mad. The man who wanted to stab the bald man seemed to be the leader. He also said ruthlessly: "You better leave Zhoukou immediately, or you will be dead without a corpse!"

"Dead traffickers are kind of crazy, your mother can't sell it, and has no money to support you, then ran out to do this business?" Bald cursed.

"Dead head, don't ask about it ..."

"Inquire where did your mother sell it? What's the deal, and the discount? Play your mother to give a turtle son?"

The boss was flushed with anger and blushing, and the bald words were too rough. The police were embarrassed and hurriedly greeted their traffickers to traffickers. I felt like a real hooligan.

The woman claimed that her child was in the hotel and had a fever and could not record her confession. The police looked in my face and asked her to leave first, and then contacted me by phone.

The woman said something of gratitude to Dade, originally intended to part ways, but I suddenly noticed that there was a lot of mud on her shoe upper and some mud spots on her pants. Inside she wore a patched farmhouse shirt and a new trench coat on the outside.

Looking at her, it seemed that she had come here after a long walk. I was a little suspicious and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with your child?"

"Fever, I haven't retreated since I came here, but I'm sad. I originally came out to buy medicine, who knows that I was targeted by this group of traffickers, thanks to you, otherwise ..." The woman wiped Tears of bitterness.

I said, "You're welcome, right. Let me see what medicine you bought?"

She took out a box of infusion from her pocket, and a big, bald-headed voice suddenly rang: "Oh, drinking this stuff is not useful, and the fever is sent for injections and hanging water. Children ca n’t be delayed if they are sick. Big sister, do you What makes it difficult? "

The women support each other, bald and strong: "Let ’s go, go to the hotel now, take our eldest nephew for the infusion, I will come out of the money! Brother Song, you must go back in advance, I will go with the big sister. "

Seeing that the bald head is so strong, women are not easy to refuse, and they lead the way, and Song Xingchen and I follow behind.

I think he has a bit of Lu Zhishen's legacy. Such people are really rare now. There is an old saying that "every dog ​​breeding is carried out by war," probably because the reckless husband who slaughtered dogs and pigs has been given less thought, and went straight. That's why I'm particularly righteous.

People who have read books always think about things before they think about them, and they are afraid of being cheated. Especially in modern society, scammers are everywhere, constantly consuming people's trust. Over time, this society becomes indifferent, and it makes people think grievable.

We came to a small guest house, and it turned out that a one-year-old boy had a fever, his cheeks were flushed, and looked pitiful. Bald headed without saying a word, hugged and left, we found a clinic nearby to infuse the child, and the child fell asleep in bed.

I thought the woman was probably in a tight spot and couldn't pay, and pulled out her cell phone to pay. Who knew she said, "No, no, I have money here."

I saw that she took out a stack of very old 100 pieces from her pocket, many of which were old versions of the renminbi, crumpled. A cursory look, about two or three thousand pieces.