The Underworld Detective

The long-haired man tried to escape the bald hand several times. The bald head was very tight. He could only be forced to listen to the bald head. The people around him laughed. Even the corner of Song Xingxing's mouth was slightly raised.

“I can't believe this little scoundrel has a maniac!” Song Xingxing said.

Then a bunch of people jumped off the van, pulled a dagger out of his pocket, butterfly knife, dumped a stick, rushed to the bald man, and some of the spectators ran off scared, and I said, "Stars, help him! ”

Song Xingsheng lit his head, pulled a stone out of the flower pot next to him, threw his hand up, almost invisible shadow, a man screamed and fell to the ground.

Song Xingshen made a hand like electricity, threw several stones and hit them all in their leg sockets. Before they had reached the bald head strong, the group poured into pieces. You're welcome to be bald. “Yo, Kiki, are these all your brothers? You're welcome. This gift will do as soon as you get up here? ”

“Dead bald, dare you ruin our business! I spent you.” A man stood up angrily and stabbed him in the face with a knife.

Song Xingsheng had a stone in his hand. He was about to save the field. After all, the bald man was from the gang. The reaction was clever. He pushed the long-haired man in his hand towards the person, and the two collided. He stepped forward, stepped on the man's knife grip, and the man screamed in pain.

"What are you doing on the floor, man, picking up the money? Come on, get up! ”

“Kill him!” The man suddenly yelled.

Another person stood up and pulled a dirt gun out of his waist. The people around him screamed and his bald head stood still.

Originally standing next to me, Song Xingsheng shouted, as if he had ejected, and in two seconds he had rushed behind the gunman. With a knife without a sheath in his hand swept over the gun's arm, I heard a squeak. I thought it must have broken my arm and the gun slowly flew halfway up.

Song Xingsheng put his knife sheath up and picked up the gun like a juggler. I quickly walked over and took a handkerchief out of my pocket and grabbed it.

It's a homemade dirt gun, it's a steel ball, and it's very rough. But there was more than enough to kill, and I dared not touch it with my hand, ready to hand it over to the police station later.

Song Xingshen quickly lit several people on their backs with a knife sheath. The struggling traffickers screamed strangely, unable to climb up on the ground, as if they had been crushed by a kilogram of stone. His head stared wide and said: "Warrior, did you break their backs? ”

“No, I just lit their big vertebral cave.” Song Xingxing's faint way.

“Dot hole? Ha ha, brag about it!” Skinny face full of disbelief.

There was a siren at the intersection, and I noticed that the woman was leaving, so I stopped her and said, "Please don't go yet, give us a certificate in front of the police! ”

The woman said in panic: "But my child is still in the hotel, sick, I have to hurry back. ”

I said, "I'm so sorry, I'm just gonna take you a minute. Don't worry, we're not bad guys. ”

The woman bowed her head: "I know, thank you for saving me. Thank you so much! ”

When the police arrived, they asked what had happened and several other passers-by were willing to come forward to explain the situation. When the police heard that the three of us were partying together and a group of traffickers, they were all surprised. Asking us who we were, I pulled out the ID of the task force. The police were surprised: “Turns out it's my brother? Oh, I remember... are you the consultant who investigated the case with Captain Wong this afternoon? ”

“Right, right, right!” I laughed, “these people are yours. ”

All the traffickers were handcuffed away. They were quite aggressive. The man who wanted to stab the bald man seemed to be the leader, and he said harshly: “You better leave Zhoukou now, or you'll all die! ”

“Dead traffickers are pretty rampant. Your mother can't sell them, she can't afford to feed you, so she runs out in this business?” Bald head scolded.

“Dead bald head, you don't want to ask...”

“Ask where your mother sold it? What's the deal? Play with your mother and send a son of a bitch? ”

The boss was so angry and blushed, the bald words were too rough, the police were embarrassed to hear, and I hurried to greet my men to jam the traffickers, I kind of got what it means to be a real hooligan.

The woman claimed that her child was in the hotel and that she had a fever and was unable to take a statement. The police looked at me and asked her to leave first. She called me if she needed help.

The woman said a few words of gratitude to Dade, which she had intended to split up, but I suddenly noticed a lot of mud on her shoe upper and some mud spots on her pants. She was wearing a patch-filled farm cloth and a newly bought trench coat.

Looking at her, she seemed to have come a long way from the mountain path, and suddenly I wondered, “Sister, what's wrong with your child? ”

“Fever, I haven't quit since I called here, but I'm sad. I would have come out to buy medicine, who knew that I was being followed by these people, thanks to you, or else...” The woman wiped a bitter tear.

I said, "You're welcome. By the way, let me see what you got. ”

She pulled out a box of flush from her pocket and her bald, loud voice suddenly rang: “Geez, this stuff is useless, fever can be sent to the injection hanging water, the child can't be delayed if he is sick, big sister, have you encountered any difficulties? ”

The woman broke out, naked and said: "Go away, go to the hotel now, take our big nephew to the infusion, I'll give you the money! Brother Song, you have to go back first, I'll go with the big sister. ”

It's hard for a woman to refuse to see her bald head so tough. She's leading the way, and Song Xingsheng and I are behind her.

I think he has quite a bit of a deep legacy. Such a person is now too rare. There is an old saying that 'every dog slaughtered in the war', probably because the reckless man who slaughtered dogs thought less, went straight to it, so it is especially worthy.

People who have read books always think about things and fear being blackmailed. Especially modern society is full of liars. People's trust is constantly consumed. Over time, this society becomes indifferent. It is sad to think about it.

We came to a little hostel, and there was a one-year-old boy with a fever, and his cheeks were burning red, and he looked so pathetic. Barehead said nothing, hugged him and left, we approached a clinic, infused the child with fluid, and the child fell asleep in bed.

I thought the woman was probably on the run, unable to pay, pulled out her cell phone and was ready to pay, and she said, "No, no, no, no, I have money here. ”

She just pulled a very old hundred bucks out of her pocket, many of them old RMB, wrinkly, rough, about two or three grand.