At this time, the captain of the anti-pocketing team of the bus police station who was hiding in the dispatch room and wearing makeup was standing by the window and counting.
"Director Du, there are a lot of bad guys in this car. I simply counted, there are two groups of people, eight pickpockets, watching the boy. The leader is the one who just made the phone call. His name is Zhao Dahua.
His nickname is Dahua, he’s an old thief. If you hadn’t used that boy, you wouldn’t have done it himself. That boy is an easy target for him, and he hasn’t had any conflicts with another group of pickpockets.”
"The one who is following the mother and daughter is also an old thief, his nickname is Erweizi, his real name is Zhang Wei, and the one who looks a bit like him is his younger brother, his nickname is Xiaopingzi, his real name is Zhang Ping. The other two
They are all named Zhang and belong to the same family. This gang is ruthless and slippery, so you have to remind your people to be careful."
Du Dayong was wearing the work clothes of the bus company, wearing flat glasses, and a Lei Feng hat. He was standing at the door of the dispatch room smoking a cigarette.
"Lao Xia, don't worry. There are enough police officers in this car. I have heard your team members tell you what you just said. Some of us have guns. Whoever dares to be a desperado will be shot to death immediately."
When the man named Lao Xia heard Du Dayong's words, his throat moved.
Du Dayong kept his eyes on Wang Binbin's car until it was some distance away, and then he and Lao Xia left the dispatch room and got on a minibus with the words "Bus Emergency Repair" written on it.
Cong Kun got on the car and stood in the middle and rear part of the car. The car drove for a stop without any movement, because it was difficult to evacuate if someone stole it. After all, the place at the first stop was still a bit deserted, so these pickpockets
The molecules are not in a hurry either.
The three consecutive stops are relatively deserted, and there are only a few people coming up.
At this time, Cong Kun had already begun to pretend to be dozing off! As a big child, not only did he have to take care of patients in the hospital, but he also had to get up so early to get money. It was normal for him to doze off.
It wasn't until they arrived at the stations around the city that these pickpockets realized that the opportunity had come. Once they entered the city, when there were more vehicles, there would be more brakes, and when there were more brakes, there would be more opportunities.
Bus No. 7 has a total of nineteen stops, and it has now reached thirteen stops.
Wang Binbin finally had more brakes.
Cong Kun was originally holding on to the seat and chair, but now he was gradually squeezed by three people to grab the boom above. This shows that these people are really capable.
The one named Zhao Dahua has now pressed his back against Cong Kun's chest. At this time, he lightly braked. Zhao Dahua pretended not to stand still. He released his other hand and pulled Cong Kun. The other three
One person stood behind Cong Kun and reached out to hold one of Cong Kun's arms. One of the two people standing on one side of Cong Kun reached out to pull the boom, which happened to block Cong Kun's sight.
Another person had already unzipped Cong Kun's coat and quickly reached into the inner pocket of Cong Kun's coat.
Cong Kun didn't even know that his money had been stolen by others at this time. It wasn't until he saw the policeman's eyes on the seat that he reached into his pocket.
Cong Kun didn't yell, but tightly held the clothes of the person beside him and whispered.
"Give me the money back. This is money for my dad's medical treatment."
Who knew the person next to me would say something.
"Little guy, are you out of your mind? I didn't even move, and you think I took your money?"
After saying that, he rummaged through his pockets and showed them to Cong Kun.
Cong Kun didn't care, just remember Du Dayong's words and hold on until the other person took out the knife.
Sure enough, at this time, the man saw Cong Kun tugging at his clothes without saying a word, took out a folding switchblade from his pants pocket and said.
"Let go. If you don't let go, I will destroy your hand."
Only then did Cong Kun show a timid look, let go of the other person's hand, and took a small step to the side.
Cong Kun didn't mention it here, but Cheng Jun's situation over there was even worse than Cong Kun's. At this time, the three people led by Zhang Wei took out their knives and pointed them at Sister Qin and Cheng Jun.
Both Zhang Wei and Cheng Jun's hands were on the same bag.
"Let go, or I'll prick you two if you get out of the car. I don't want the money anymore, so I'll leave it to you two for medical treatment. It probably won't be enough. I'll count to three. As long as you don't let go, I'll definitely prick you."
As expected, Cheng Jun and Sister Qin pretended to be so frightened that they burst into tears. Then Sister Qin nudged Cheng Jun, and Cheng Jun let go.
At this time, the bus was almost at the 14th stop, which is also the busiest place in the city center. These eight people probably planned to get off here.
When they were still two to three hundred meters away from the platform, Cong Kun, Sister Qin, and Cheng Jun had already stood in a safe position.
I just heard a person on the seat say loudly to his companion, "Finally we are in the city."
The more than 20 police officers on board immediately crowded into the middle and rear of the carriage.
None of the eight people had time to react. The police used electric batons with clear targets, and a scream suddenly rang out in the car.
Du Dayong, who received the message at this time, had already arrived at the 14th station in advance. There were actually two people on the platform who were different from others. They kept stretching their heads and watching.
"These two are also pickpockets. It seems they are here to help."
Lao Xia looked at the two people on the platform through the car glass and said.
Du Dayong nodded after hearing this, but did not let Lao Xia get down. Instead, he got out of the car with two other policemen.
"Our company doesn't want to change cars, we can't wait to have them repaired as well."
Du Dayong held a wrench and smiled at the two policemen.