An old Santana police car parked in Widow Street, making a sound like a broken bellows leaking air when it was turned off.
After a few people got off the car, they arrived in front of a three-story hotel building. The building looked very old from the outside. Some of the broken windows were covered with newspapers, and the green paint painted on the walls could not withstand the age.
Large areas peeled off due to erosion, giving people the feeling that they may collapse in the next few days.
Murong Shui curled his lips in disgust and said: "Boss, the base area of ​​the Third Lane Gang is really a bit dilapidated. Are these people reliable?"
"Who told you that this hotel belongs to Lane 3? Well! The one next door is."
Xu Tiannan pointed to a 3-yuan store next to the hotel, and listened to the loudspeaker placed at the door of the store continuously playing "3 yuan to enter the store, 3 yuan to 3 yuan, 3 yuan to all..."
"I go!"
Murong Shui couldn't believe that the three-yuan store in front of him was the headquarters of a gang. In this era, even the garbage dumps had built brick buildings, but the materials used to build this three-yuan store were actually from the 1990s.
That kind of corrugated iron.
Xu Tiannan warned: "Although Sparrow is small and well-equipped, although this place is shabby, it is still a gang base. Don't be rude when you enter, especially you!"
Xu Tiannan looked at Wen Sibao and said: "Especially you, never tell the other person that you are a policeman. If you still want to ask something from them, don't speak for a while. Also, put your recorder
Put it away! You want to kill us!"
Wen Sibao puzzled: "If we really meet the person who helped Ma Guanjia run errands, how can we obtain evidence without recording? The judge will not believe what we say in court in the future."
Xu Tiannan asked back: "Getting evidence? Don't think about that kind of thing here. Find that person first. These people are only interested in profit. I will have my own way then, but you must remember one thing, that is, all the news you hear here is
You can only hear it, and you have to judge by yourself whether it is true or false."
"But..." Xu Tiannan changed the topic: "Although Widow Street is a backward and unpopular place, it is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface. As long as you use the right method, you can find out anything you want here.
News, follow me."
After passing through the small speaker, several people entered the dark and cramped store. This was a very ordinary small commodity wholesale store, but at this time, even Murong Shui quickly discovered the clues in this store.
In the store, several porters were loading goods. They moved the large boxes at the door one by one into the store, and then lifted the boxes and put them on the top of the shelves. Although this series of actions seemed ordinary, these people's
Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, and she could always maintain a steady breathing rhythm even when carrying dozens of kilograms of goods on her shoulders. The most uncomfortable thing was the aunt sitting at the counter, although she kept lowering her head.
Knitting a sweater, but the corner of my eye always looks in this direction.
Murong Shui whispered to Xu Tiannan: "Boss, something is not normal here, please be more careful."
Xu Tiannan smiled and responded: "Don't talk for a while, just do as I say."
Xu Tiannan walked to the counter and handed two hundred-dollar bills over the counter.
Then, the sitting aunt stopped what she was doing and said without raising her head: "What man?"
Xu Tiannan whispered: "The two of you look closely at the water vine on top." (Note)
Hearing this, the aunt finally raised her head and looked at it carefully, and said to Xu Tiannan with a cold face: "I have seen you before, and I came here during the Ghost Festival the year before last."
Xu Tiannan smiled and said: "Now that I recognize him, I'll ask grandma to help me."
"If it's you, add a hundred."
Xu Tiannan didn't defend himself, he just smiled and put another hundred yuan on the counter, then asked for Murong Shui and Wen Sibao's mobile phones, and put them into an iron box next to his own mobile phone.
The aunt continued to lower her head and knitted a sweater, and said in a deep voice: "The back door."
After bidding farewell to the aunt, the group of people walked through the back door of the tin house. After walking a few steps, the view suddenly opened up. Unexpectedly, they came to a courtyard of hundreds of square meters. The courtyard was very clean, but several pairs of eyes could be vaguely seen outside the courtyard wall.
, staring intently at the courtyard.
The three of them walked to the end of the courtyard and found a room with the door half open, so they pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside the house, a middle-aged greasy man wearing a ripped white vest and flip-flops sat behind the table. On the wall behind him hung a huge traffic map of Mobei City. The entire city was covered with traffic signs.
The markers of different colors are divided into several small pieces, and right at the top of the traffic map, there are two large characters "三 Lane" written with a brush.
The leader of the Third Lane Gang was not only unconventional in his attire, but also acted in an informal manner. He ate the chicken leg in his hand, smacked his fingers, wiped it on his white vest, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Xu Tiannan clasped his fists and saluted: "Getting some news, uncle, does he know about the recent..."
"Damn! How dare you record!"
The sudden words from the leader of Lane Three made the scene tense. Only then did Xu Tiannan realize that Wen Sibao had refused to listen to the dissuasion and put his hand into the pocket of his clothes. However, this small movement certainly could not deceive the old man in front of him who had seen countless people.
Jianghu, in fact, when Xu Tiannan and others came in, the other party had already noticed Wen Sibao. There was a righteousness between his eyebrows that ordinary people did not have, so he was a little more wary.
As the words fell, several people lurking outside the courtyard wall rushed in and blocked the only exit of the hut.
"No...uncle! You misunderstood..."
The other party didn't give Xu Tiannan a chance to explain at all. He only listened to the leader of the third lane gang order his subordinate: "Beat me to death!"
At first glance, these thugs are no ordinary people. They are all burly and murderous. Each of them is holding a stick as thick as his wrist. The muscles on his arms jump when he walks. Their aura alone is enough to intimidate ordinary people.
"You loser star, do you know how much effort I have put in to gain this little bit of trust!" Xu Tiannan glared at Wen Sibao, then winked at Murong Shui and said, "Come on."
"No need!" Wen Sibao knew that he had done something wrong and wanted to make up for it as much as possible. He quickly looked at the four thugs in front of him, thinking that if he performed well, he should be able to win, so he protected Murong Shui and Xu Tiannan.
Behind him, a very handsome man said: "Leave this to me, you go quickly!"
After saying that, Wen Sibao picked up the three-legged stool at his feet and aimed at the thug in front of his mouth and smashed it.
The leading thug raised his arm to receive the attack, and the wooden three-legged stool was immediately smashed into pieces. But then, Wen Sibao quickly passed through the pieces and punched him.
on the other person's face.
With a muffled sound, Wen Sibao felt as if his punch had hit the tire of a tractor, while the thug in front of him just sneered indifferently, raised his stick, and struck his side with a blow.
Remember the sweep.
Seeing that this sweeping blow was about to hit him, Wen Sibao rushed into the opponent in desperation and dodged the blow. Wen Sibao and the thug also fell to the ground together.
Facing such a strong man, Wen Sibao felt that all his grappling skills were in vain in front of the opponent's absolute strength. He had no choice but to strangle from behind, using his arms as a fulcrum to lock the opponent's neck, but unexpectedly, this strong man
Suddenly exerting force, he stood up from the ground with himself on his back, and then hit the wall with himself.
Once, twice, three times.
After being hit three times in a row, Wen Sibao felt as if his internal organs had moved. A surge of blood immediately spread to his throat. He never expected that the opponent's power was so great. If he tried to eat him again
A blow would definitely be unbearable, but he also had to buy time for Xu Tiannan and the two to escape, so in this situation he no longer cared about his face, opened his mouth, aimed at the attacker's neck and bit him.
"Fuck! Ah!"
The thug screamed, obviously panicked by Wen Sibao's unexpected attack, but these big guys all had a common problem, that is, they couldn't touch their own backs.
"Let go! Quick... let go of me!" The thug yelled and cursed while holding back the severe pain, but unexpectedly, the other person was like a bastard lying on his back. He couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard he tried.
The flesh on his neck was bitten with blood.
"You are a fucking bastard! This is the end of the world!"
The thug was annoyed and used all his strength to hit the wall with Wen Sibao. There was only a loud "dong" sound, and the impact was so powerful that even the dust on the ceiling was shaken down.
The wall was shaken, and the LCD TV hanging above swayed twice, and finally fell down, but it hit the thug's head squarely, causing the thug to roll his eyes and fainted.
Seeing that the thugs had lost their resistance, Wen Sibao finally let go. Seeing that the tower-like man in front of him was also subdued by him, an extremely heroic and fierce force suddenly emerged in his heart.
So he is so good at fighting? Wen Sibao thought in his heart, and then shouted fiercely to the others: "Who else is there? Come over here!"
There was silence behind him and no one responded, so Wen Sibao wiped the blood from his eyes, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.
The other three thugs were already lying on the ground in a mess, holding their joints and moaning in pain, while Murong Shui stood unharmed in the middle of the crowd, suddenly unfolded the telescopic baton in his hand, and pointed it in front of the leader of the third lane gang.
The table was pierced, and after a crisp sound, the round-headed telescopic baton pierced the table like a dagger.
The gang leader of No. 3 Alley was already frightened by Murong Shui's skills. He was about to run away but was kicked by the opponent and the table got stuck in the crack of the wall. Murong Shui asked with a smile: "Uncle, how are you? Still fighting?
?"
"No, no, no... let's not fight!" The leader of the third lane gang suddenly put on a flattering smile and said: "Young and blind, I don't know when my aunt waved the flag in Widow's Street. From now on, in this area of ​​Widow's Street, all my aunt's
We, the disciples of No. 3 Nong, will never interfere in the hall, and we hope to ask my aunt to rely on her..."
"Who is your aunt!" Murong Shui hated herself when others called her "older", so she pushed the other person onto the table and said to Wen Sibao: "Boss, Fourth Master, come and interrogate me!"
"Oh..." Wen Sibao walked over without embarrassment, smoothed his messed up hair, and said to Murong Shui with mixed feelings in his heart: "So... you are so good at fighting?"
Murong Shui pouted and said, "Why, didn't I tell you? Have you forgotten?"
Wen Sibao said: "I forgot, but I didn't expect it to be true...and you are so good at fighting, it will make me look stupid just now."
Wen Sibao had known Murong Shui for so many years and had long heard the story about him being in the Shaolin Temple when he was young. Due to his habit of bragging, he thought that Murong Shui could only be good at "Gangster Exciting Boxing" or something like that.
To be continued...