Mu Tian wiped his hair carelessly, ran out wearing shorts and a vest.
As soon as he went out, he grabbed his mouth and pressed it against his head.
The man holding the gun was Zhang Jiayong, a relatively tall man with a face as rough as a pig's head. He was the deputy leader of the security section of the police station and had four police officers under his command. He happened to be patrolling nearby today and William reported the case. He took two police officers away.
For a hundred dollars, I brought them all to the police.
"Hands up!"
Mu Tian caught a glimpse of Hu Ti squatting in the corner with his head in his hands, and four policemen pointing guns at him.
Two Chinese and two Indians* Asan.
"hurry up!"
Mu Tian still glanced at Hu Ti and slowly raised his hands.
The gun in Zhang Jiayong's right hand was pointed at Mu Tian's head, and his left hand was groping around Mu Tian's body. He wanted to make sure that Mu Tian had no weapons.
This is a routine patrol operation.
But he should have asked Mu Tian to turn around and stick it against the wall.
When he finished touching Mu Tian's armpit and slid the handle almost to his lower back, Mu Tian suddenly swung Zhang Jiayong's gun-holding arm away with his backhand, then twisted and slapped his wrist back.
Zhang Jiayong's gun had fallen into Mu Tian's hand and was pressed against Zhang Jiayong's head.
"Let him go!"
"You, you dare to attack the police?!"
"How dare I kill a police officer! Let go of my brother!" This was too similar to what his father-in-law said to him in his previous life.
"He didn't dare to shoot, so kill the kid first! They resisted arrest and attacked the police."
"Bang!"
Mu Tian moved the muzzle of the gun and fired a shot right next to Zhang Jiayong's ear. The bullet hit the opposite wall.
"Ouch!"
Zhang Jiayong wailed and covered his ears.
The patrolmen pulled the bolts of their guns together, and the two Asans turned their guns towards Mu Tian. The Chinese patrolman pointed his gun at Hu Ti and looked at Zhang Jiayong.
"Just come with us to the patrol room and speak clearly. If you beat me to death, you will die too!"
"What's there to say? Besides, do you want to talk properly?" Mu Tian pointed at Hu Ti.
"Let him stand, stand up." Zhang Jiayong ordered.
The Chinese patrolman pointed his gun upward.
Hu Ti shook his head, tilted his head, and slowly stood up. However, he still did not dare to move as he was pointed at by two guns.
"You are on patrol, and you are just making a living, so you don't have to risk your life. I won't make it difficult for you. What do you want to do with us?"
"This little brother," Zhang Jiayong said, seeing that Mu Tian was being reasonable, he said, "Someone reported that you disturbed public order and beat foreign citizens. Which of you is Mu Tian and which is Hu Ti?"
"I'm Mu Tian. That Harry really tried to extort money from me. Do you think this kind of person should be beaten?"
"It is against the law to beat a foreigner."
"Are you Chinese? He wants foreigners to join forces to extort money. Even with that William, he complained first, so he didn't want me to beat him?!"
"This is their common practice. What you said about extorting money is not true. You beat foreigners and attacked police officers to steal deadly weapons. This is a felony in the French Concession! Give me the gun back and file the case at the patrol house."
"Arrested? I've already made it clear. Which patrol room are you going to? I'll return the gun to you, and we can each go back to our houses to find our mothers."
"Nonsense! Little Chi, let me tell you, if you hold a gun illegally, let alone if you assaulted a police officer and robbed it, the crime will be increased!"
A rapid police whistle sounded outside the building.
Mu Tian turned his head and looked outward.
Zhang Jiayong turned his head to avoid Mu Tian's gun, and then "popped" to the ground, holding his head in his hands.
When Mu Tian was about to turn his gun, Ah San's two spears pressed against his sides.
Silence!
Mu Tian looked around, then used his hand to pull out the magazine and caught it in his hand. Then he let go and the gun fell to the ground, falling in front of Zhang Jiayong.
The technique is as fast as lightning.
Zhang Jia bravely grabbed the gun, turned over and pointed it at Mu Tian.
Mu Tian smiled, held up the magazine, rubbed his hands, and a bullet fell to the ground and beat.
This is an insult, an insult!
Zhang Jiayong jumped up on the ground, held the barrel of the gun behind his back, aimed at Mu Tian and was about to hit him.
Two guns were pressed against his ribs. Mu Tian could not dodge, so he had to raise his hands to block.
"What's going on? Who's shooting?"
Liang Hewei rushed in with five or six plainclothes patrol officers.
Liang Hewei is not tall, but he is very strong. He wears a thin woolen windbreaker, and he looks a bit like a detective. He is the first-class patrol officer of the special service unit of the patrol room, and Zhang Jiayong is the second-class security officer.
"Sir, they beat foreign residents, disrupted public order, attacked police officers, grabbed guns, and resisted arrest. They are now being taken to the police station to be prosecuted."
Liang Hewei looked closely at Mu Tian and Hu Ti for a while, "He's very brave and lawless. Let him put on his clothes and take them away!"
Seeing that his credit was about to be taken away, Zhang Jiayong wanted to fight, but he didn't dare to say it directly, so he said sourly: "Chief Liang is a member of the Secret Service Unit, how come he has nothing to do to take care of public security cases?"
Liang Hewei's sharp eyes saw the bullet on the ground, he bent down to pick it up, and then hooked his hand at Mu Tian.
Mu Tian was happy to see them dog biting dogs, so he sneered and handed the magazine to Liang Hewei.
Liang Hewei took the magazine, pressed the bullet in, patted it twice in his palm, shrugged, and handed it back to Zhang Jiayong.
Zhang Jiayong smiled awkwardly, took the magazine, and loaded it into the gun.
"Don't worry, brother Zhang, we are not just sitting around. There are reports that there are radical activities nearby and they are here to arrest people. When they hear the gunshots, they come over to take a look." He pointed to Mu Tian and Hu Ti, "Such small characters.
, I’ll give it back to you when you get to the patrol room. It’s just a favor, no thanks.”
He gestured to the people he brought for a while, and then walked out first.
Liang Hewei's plainclothes patrolman held Hu Ti up and waited for Mu Tian to get dressed, then pulled him up and walked out the door in a noisy manner.
"Bring the two plaintiffs with you!" Liang Hewei shouted as he walked out of the door.
Mu Tian put on his clothes slowly, while Zhang Jiayong watched helplessly and did not dare to say anything more.
Mu Tian glanced at him and thought to himself: What's so great about the patrol room? It's not like the police have never dealt with them before, and they are quite familiar with them. For example, the grandson from Peng County, Sun Zhichun. After going there, at most there will be no intentional harm, just a big one.
Thumbs up, just pay two bucks and get it over with. As for attacking the police and shooting, the pig-headed Sanzhang Jiayong in front of me will never bring up the matter.
Because it's too shameless.
He winked proudly at Hu Ti, who had a frown on his face.
What Hu Ti gave him back was a moment of confusion and then trust.
Mu Tian stuffed the remaining clothes into the wicker box and suitcase, "Do you want to bring anything?"
"You'd better take him with you. You might have to stay for a while." Zhang Jiayong said sinisterly.
Mu Tian picked up his suitcase and went out.
Hu Ti picked up the wicker box and followed.
……………………
Lu Pengzhi stood in front of the window, looking at the Suzhou River in the distance, his face stiff.
On the table behind him was Hu Ti's wicker box.
The box was open, and scattered around it were Hu Ti's clothes, a rather large money bag, and a pistol.
Liu Qinghuai clasped his index fingers with his hands, pressed them against his forehead, and sat on the chair next to him.
For a moment, he looked at the back of Lu Pengzhi standing in front of the window, his heart filled with self-blame and fear.
What a low-level mistake!
When he left the station, he was still ecstatic about the clever idea he had come up with.
But what happened now? They had escaped the spy's tracking safely, but their suitcase was separated from Hu Ti's. He hit his head hard with his fist.
Lu Pengzhi turned around suddenly.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. Just scold me."
"You must scold, but what's the use of scolding? How many times have you said I'm sorry since you entered the house until now? Is it useful? Think about the problem comprehensively, and you can't rely on cleverness. Your trick of changing a civet cat into a prince is really beautiful, a little bit
There is no risk. The two young men you used are of good quality, especially Mu Tian, who can be used by me in due course."
Lu Pengzhi's words are a bit logically confusing.
Liu Qinghuai didn't know what he wanted to say.
"But I..."
"Yes, you took the wrong box. There is a new code book in it that will be activated in three days. But we are alive and free. Someone has everything. Now we are facing two problems, one is notification
Headquarters, scrap this version of the code book. This is the safest way, because we don’t know if the two young men encountered an accident. The code book fell into the hands of the enemy and was deciphered. Make a new code book, but this cost is too high.
Already."
Lu Pengzhi pondered as he thought about the feasibility of the second plan.
Liu Qinghuai stared at Lu Penzhi longingly.
After a moment, Lu Pengzhi solemnly said, "Look for it!"