No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 44

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The "Master" is the size of one and a half Yuyan, with a broken leg and uncooperative.

Yu Yan dragged and dragged with his colleagues and Han Dongsheng, his forehead sweating: "What the hell is going on!"

Even if they had just rushed in to arrest people, it took less than five minutes before and after. How could this group of gangsters assemble so quickly

If they really have this kind of ability, what kind of rogues are they? Wouldn't it be good to go to protect the home and the country

Han Dongsheng is really not good at running, his wig was soaked in sweat and he couldn't hang it, he took it off and put it under the creaking nest, panting and replied: "Maybe... Maybe I'm revealing my stuff, I just ran into a colleague when I entered the door... "

Yu Yan obeyed: "Why did your colleague come here?!"

Another policeman whispered, "Pilgrimage... Brother Yu, this place is known as 'The Street for Lovers', and it's quite popular. And when you meet acquaintances here, you will never say hello to each other, just... you know."

Yu Yan felt extremely sad and angry, thinking: I am a single dog, what do I know

At this time, the fastest chasing gang members rushed up with all kinds of sticks. Han Dongsheng was duty-bound and took on the task of breaking the post. With a low voice, he violently pushed the qigong master out of his hand.

The qigong master was originally carried by the three of them, but Han Dongsheng didn't know what force he used this time, and the palm strength was actually transferred from the qigong master to the two policemen. The three together weighed about 500 jin, and he was pushed with both hands. Going out, we rushed up several steps together.

Then he met the opponent's stick with his bare hands.

Han Dongsheng put his arm against his temple, resisted with a stick, then walked in an arc with his shoulders, pushed and bumped, and snatched the stick from the opponent's hand.

The stairwell of the hotel is very narrow, and Han Dongsheng, holding a stick, almost blocked the passage.

His thick back, which usually doesn't seem to be straight, resembles a mountain.

Yu Yan finally stopped and turned around in surprise.

Because of Mr. Zhou, he has contacted Han Dongsheng several times, and his impression of this man is "an honest man with no temper". In the TV series, "honest people" are either toads who want to eat swan meat, or people who are in the dark. These characters often lack soul and short wisdom, because they have no cuteness and are only worthy of being props that aggravate the conflict of the plot.

Nowadays, the word "honest" is basically a curse word.

Even in front of outsiders, his fiery wife sometimes couldn't hold back her temper and shake her face.

If she saw this back, she would definitely not say those three words again.

Yu Yan clenched the baton tightly, and his voice changed tone: "Lan Ye, take this person!"

"in spite of."

"Yu Lanchuan!"

Before Yu Yan's roar could fall, a figure suddenly passed him by the wrong side, so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

The stairwell was so narrow that Han Dongsheng could block it by himself. When he reached Yu Lanchuan, it seemed very wide. He passed Yu Yan and the others like a gust of wind. like a man without thickness.

At the same time, Yu Yan's hand was empty, and the baton was taken away.

Yu Lanchuan: "Get out of the way."

Han Dongsheng heard the wind coming from behind his ears, and suddenly turned sideways to avoid it. A one-meter-high stainless steel trash can made a "woo" and flew over after wiping him, knocking out the few people who rushed to the front, and hurting the back. a group of. A few walking gangs rubbed their way around their companions and ran up. Yu Lanchuan stretched out his hand and patted Han Dongsheng. At the same time, he handed out a stick. A little bit on the man's chest. Violently lifted his chin.

Han Dongsheng: "Good sword."

"Practicing swordsmanship suffers," Yu Lanchuan shook his wrist - using a baton as a swordsman, it was still too heavy, and it was very uncomfortable. "For example, when you said this just now, I thought you were scolding me... I couldn't pass the security check."

Yu Yan: "You don't take the subway!"

"They took iron rods..." Yu Lanchuan kicked a person flying.

At this time, the walking gang also learned to be smart, and a large group of people who held wooden chairs and benches as shields rushed up behind, with their wooden legs facing forward, they slammed up hard. Of course, the legs of the chair are longer than the arms and the baton. Yu Lanchuan was forced to run a few steps up the steps, then turned around abruptly, and jumped down: "I took a bladed metal sword—

The baton in Yu Lanchuan's hand fell from the top of his opponent's head like lightning, and he was the first to lift the wooden chair, thinking that he was about to open the scoop, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

But unexpectedly, the baton didn't hit him on the head. When it fell, it slanted a little bit, and slashed along his ear. When it came to the vicinity of the mandible, it suddenly smashed into a sweep, and two bloody Big White Fang flew out immediately.

Yu Lanchuan asked coldly: "How to distinguish between legitimate self-defense and excessive self-defense at that time, can you make it clear, comrade police?"

Yu Yan was amused at first, and then for some reason, suddenly he couldn't laugh anymore.

The so-called "person who walks the right path" means that all the honors that this person can get and all the results that can be achieved through hard work are based on social order and good customs - TOEFL is scored one by one, and the paper is scored bit by bit. The annual salary comes from countless hours of overtime.

And the results of half a lifetime of hard work may all collapse because of the words "excessive defense". Going up against these bottom-level hooligans who have nothing, is no matter what.

"Leap high and smash down with a baton" and "sweep with your own arms", these two methods are several power levels apart. The former can smash a person's head into a rotten watermelon, while the latter will at most make him stunned. Yes, not even incapacitated.

And this civilized Mr. Yu Lanchuan, while he has left a lot of leeway to start, he has to divide half of his brain to be careful not to "over-defend", his body and mind are extremely busy, the other party is crowded, and soon Couldn't stop.

Yu Yan: "Let's get out of here first! All the people on this street are their people. They have nothing to fear. I don't believe that these gangsters dare to chase down the street to engage in group fights!"

"Go upstairs," Yan Hao said, "there is an iron gate on the roof! Follow me!"

Yu Yan: "Comrade Spider-Man, well done!"

Yan Hao's face turned red.

He has always been afraid to talk to others. He always feels that the look in his eyes and the words they say to him are rasps, which are constantly killing him. Even the polite compliments of others make him panic, because he can feel it. Not sincere about the language.

This was the first time that he had received encouragement from other people's words, and he really felt that he was doing something useful and helping everyone.

This was like a new tube of chicken blood, which directly hit his heart. Yan Hao rushed to the front almost "crazy" and volunteered: "I'll pick the lock!"

Yan Hao rushed to the front to pick the lock. The two policemen pressed the qigong master who was like a living fish. After Yu Lanchuan and Han Dongsheng broke off, the group fought and retreated. The legs of the stool, long sticks and trash cans were flying around, making it extremely chaotic.

Yan Hao's lock-picking skills were also not very good. His face was flushed red. Finally, when they had no way to retreat, "Kara" sounded, and the door with the iron chain was locked!

Yan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were a little soft: "This way!"

However, as soon as he entered the wicket, he stepped back without taking two steps.

Yu Yan grabbed his back and asked out of breath, "Why, how..."

Yan Hao didn't answer, but Yu Yan had already seen it - seven or eight gang members with machetes in their hands were already waiting for them on the roof, with the tip of the knife pointing at Yan Hao's nose.

They were stuck in this tiny stairwell.

The qigong master who was handcuffed by them was confident: "Let go of me now, I will break one of your legs, and leave a good leg for you to jump back. Otherwise... poof!"

Yu Yan punched him on the chin, almost smashing the qigong master's mouth, and his face immediately swelled up.

Another small policeman: "..."

Yu Yan asked blankly, "Did you see what I did?"

The little policeman shook his head like a rattle.

Yu Yan grabbed the qigong master by the collar and threatened like a bully: "One more word, I will swell the other side of your face."

The little policeman quickly expressed his loyalty: "Brother Yu, I didn't hear anything!"

At this moment, several people with knives on the roof had already moved their hands and slashed at Yan Hao.

Yan Hao dodged left and right in the shadow of swords and swords, trying to block the small door leading to the roof and prevent them from coming down. But he only had a wall-climbing hook in his hand.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Clang", Yan Hao's iron hook and a machete collided, and the two of them retreated at the same time, the reverberation echoed around, the chaotic scene became quiet, and both sides looked at the place where the sound was made.

The person who shouted "stop" was actually Brother Liang.

At this moment, Brother Liang's face that was always "not afraid of the sky and the earth" was full of extreme horror. A black "hand wrapped" hand was tied around his neck, and a small blade was sandwiched between his fingers.

The man holding him was about the same height as him, and he was wrapped in a long, solid coat.

This man was wearing a hood and mask, his hair was pressed down, and half of his forehead was covered, only one eye was exposed. For some reason, that eye reminded people of a king cobra. When he looked over the crowd and landed on Yu Lanchuan, The corners of his eyes curved slightly, as if he were smiling.

Yu Lanchuan was stunned for a moment, and he recognized the eye.

At this time, the kidnapper gently kicked Brother Liang.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Brother Liang said immediately, a bead of sweat fell off his forehead and fell into his eyeball. Look at me, I'll look at you, at the beginning. They all hesitated.

Brother Liang's eyes quickly turned to the corners of his eyes, as if he wanted to see the true face of the person behind him. Just as he was about to say something, he opened his mouth and suddenly let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice. Grabbing his right arm, there was a terrible cracking and cracking sound.

Yu Lanchuan changed color suddenly: "Gan... what are you doing!"

Han Dongsheng took a half step back, his expression suddenly dignified, and he murmured in disbelief, "Wei Xiao?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Ah? Who?"

Han Dongsheng didn't have time to answer, Brother Liang roared with a crying voice after screaming: "Get out of the way! Are you deaf! Let them go! Go!"

Not everyone can recognize the "nodding acquaintance" with just one eye. Except for Yu Lanchuan, everyone else just felt that the one who held Brother Liang was familiar.

Yu Yan couldn't figure out what was going on right now, so he asked in a low voice, "Master Lan..."

Yu Lanchuan raised a hand - he hadn't done any physical work for a long time, and the hand holding the stick was a little weak, and it would tremble slightly: "Take your prisoner and go."

The group was on guard nervously, Yu Lanchuan headed, and Yan Hao went downstairs slowly in the back.

When passing by Brother Liang, Yu Lanchuan suddenly stopped and said, "Dozens of hooligans armed with weapons and attacked the police. If this incident goes out, it will be enough to sentence you to a few years."

Although Yu Yan didn't understand why Yu Lanchuan wanted to anger Brother Liang at this time, he also knew that although this young man was sometimes unreliable, he definitely didn't like to cause trouble. The target of the swindler was originally this fraudster, but if you organize an attack on the police, your kid can't escape!"

But Brother Liang didn't respond to the police's threat, and even vaguely yearned for it.

His whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his whole body hung on the hand stuck in front of his throat, speechless. Yu Yan saw his expression clearly and thought it was very strange - the fear on this brother Liang's face was not fear of being beaten or knifed, but rather like seeing a ghost!

He then took a closer look at the person wearing the mask. After a while, the face recognition ability trained as a police officer went online, and Yu Yan was shocked: "You...you are..."

The kidnapper winked at him, then turned his head slightly, raised his chin, and signaled them to hurry up and get out.

But at this moment, Yu Lanchuan suddenly passed Brother Liang and grabbed the captor's wrist.

The kidnapper had a knife between his fingers. When he touched it, the tip of the knife immediately pulled a thin bloodstain on Brother Liang's neck. Brother Liang shouted "Ah", gasping for breath with his mouth open, and actually urinated his pants on the spot.

There was another commotion in the surrounding walking gang.

Han Dongsheng cried out, "Little Master Yu!"

"Thank you for clearing the siege," Yu Lanchuan said to the captor, word by word, "but I'll say it again, send people to the police station."

At this time, he is like a Tang monk who can't handle it clearly. He doesn't even run away quickly, and he even competes with the "friends"!

Han Dongsheng didn't know why, but he was even more nervous than being surrounded and beaten just now. He said lightly and anxiously, "Little Master Yu, let go of this... this friend, let's go first!"

Yu Lanchuan turned a deaf ear: "Let's go."

The captor also seemed helpless. Yu Lanchuan's fingers gripped the man's wrist hard, and the temperature of the palm of his hand quickly soaked through the thin hand wrap, which was warm and aggressive.

The two were deadlocked among the sticks.

The blood on Han Dongsheng's face was gone.

At this moment, the kidnapper chuckled and sighed, as if he couldn't stand Yu Lanchuan and gave in.

"I don't believe you, come with us." Yu Lanchuan motioned for his companions to retreat, holding on to the person holding Brother Liang with one hand.

The corners of the captor's eyes disappeared—you kid don't get too far.

Yu Lanchuan slowly lifted the baton in the other hand, as if he really intended to fight against "friendly forces" in such a place, regardless of whether we were enemies or not.

Fortunately, the kidnapper's face was cold, but he didn't do anything. Under Han Dongsheng's terrified gaze, his kidnapper, Brother Liang, was dragged by Yu Lanchuan. The three of them kept a weird posture and moved out little by little.

If this scene is seen by outsiders who don't know the situation, they may not be able to see who is with whom for a while.

They moved out of the murderous love hotel in this way, and the person holding Brother Liang suddenly felt something, released the hand stuck in his throat, and at the same time flicked his fingers to Yu Lanchuan's pulse door, and put the half-dead brother Liang into Yu Lanchuan's arms. Throw it, turn around and leave. The next moment, a harsh siren sounded, and the foreign aid called by the policemen standing at the door finally arrived.

Big and small hooligans see that things are not going well, and they dig around like cockroaches, hiding and hiding.

Yu Lanchuan's habit of cleanliness, the kidnapper suddenly pushed Brother Liang, who was dressed in a fishy smell, to him. He didn't pick it up, and he didn't push it either.

Brother Liang was paralyzed on the ground, his right arm was hanging limply, blood dripping from his sleeve.

Han Dongsheng squatted down quickly and tore his sleeves.

Yan Hao probed and looked at it, "Ah": "The big tendon in the hand... is broken."

Han Dongsheng and Yu Yan turned to Yu Lanchuan at the same time—

Han Dongsheng: "Little Master Yu! Do you know who he is, how dare you..."

Yu Yan: "My mother, Master Lan, did I admit it wrong? That was my teacher Mengmeng just now..."

The two opened their mouths at the same time and closed their mouths at the same time. They looked at each other, and the air was quiet.