The western suburbs are far from the center of Qingzhou, and it takes more than an hour to drive there. The apple orchards contracted by the surrounding villagers a few years ago have long gone bankrupt, and the cultivated fields are also barren. The half-human-high weeds stretch as far as the eye can see, and it looks very desolate. It is said that this place was once an ancient battlefield, with bad feng shui and cursed, so nothing can be done. At night, the wind howls, and at certain times you can hear the neighing of war horses and the sound of drums. It is indescribably eerie and terrifying. Not to mention at night, even during the day, few people come here.
In 1980, the city built a small grain station here with two or three warehouses to facilitate the sale of grain by the surrounding villagers. In 1988, after unified planning by the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, a new grain station was built on Qingshui South Road, and the one in the western suburbs was abandoned, which seemed to prove the existence of the curse once again. For many years, no one cared about it, some demolished it, some stole it, and only one large warehouse remained. Except for the holes in the ceiling, everything else was fine.
Tonight, the moon was crescent-shaped. Two vans were speeding over from a distance. The dust they stirred up was raised high behind the vans, like a giant snake emerging from the ground. It looked strange and inexplicable under the cold moonlight. The vans rushed into the broken courtyard wall and stopped in the middle of the weed-covered courtyard. More than 20 hooligans jumped out of the vans and stood around the vans, with foot-long machetes in their hands gleaming. In an instant, the whole grain station became murderous.
Zhao Jianjun took a puff of his cigarette, threw it on the ground and stomped on it twice, then waved his hand and led a group of people towards the large warehouse.
The night moon, the desolate countryside, the broken courtyard, the ferocious face, the shining knife, are all as textured as a movie scene, but countless times more cruel than a movie.
The two hooligans took a few steps forward and pushed open the door. The dazzling light immediately made everyone cover their eyes. Two 2000W high-power searchlights were placed on both sides. The cross-beams illuminated the empty warehouse like daylight. Brother Ming stood in the middle, surrounded by more than a dozen people, without weapons in their hands.
"Brother Jun, you are very punctual. You arrived just as my brother arrived."
Zhao Jianjun walked over with a sneer and stopped at a safe distance of three meters. His men gathered behind him, staring at Ming Ge's gang with sharp eyes, and would rush up to attack them if they saw anything wrong.
"Why are you trying to get close to me? Who do you think my elder brother knows you to be?" A man with a red birthmark on his chin pointed a knife at Brother Ming's nose and cursed. If Wen Liang was here, he would definitely recognize that it was this guy who jumped out and cursed when he met Tan Xue that night. He did it twice, which fully proved that he should be a spokesperson for this circle.
At this time, there should be a gangster with a similar position on Ming Ge's side who comes out to take over the conversation. The two sides curse each other for a while, and when they are ready, the bosses start to negotiate. This is the underworld practice of using courtesy before force.
Of course, this "ritual" is not politeness, but disrespectful!
Unexpectedly, Brother Ming actually took the initiative, coughed, and said, "Brother Jun, do you mean you don't want to talk anymore?"
"Talk about you, MB. I'm running a good shop. If you dare to send people to mess up, you can just wait for your family to come and collect your body. Talk? Talk about you, MB!"
This is where the press spokesperson comes in. If you argue with him, you lose your status; if you don’t argue, you lose face. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Ming Ge’s momentum has been greatly reduced.
Zhao Jianjun raised his hand to stop the man with the birthmark from cursing, saying, "How many times have I told you not to swear so easily? If Brother Ming sees us, he'll think we're as uncultured as he is, right, Brother Ming?"
Brother Ming smiled slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Zhao Jianjun spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at him, which landed on his collar. He said disdainfully: "You are worthy of calling me brother? You just left An Laojiu's team not long ago, and you have been the boss for only three months. You dare to come and destroy my place? I am too lazy to bother with the likes of you. Now kneel down and kowtow three times, cut off three fingers, and take out 500,000 to treat my brother's injuries. For An Laojiu's sake, I can spare your life. Otherwise, hmph... I tell you, I want the game hall under your name, and I want your life too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the machetes of the group of thugs behind him all appeared. There were more than 20 machetes shining brightly. Not to mention their combat effectiveness, just from the aura, not even a fly could fly within three feet.
These words naturally went in one ear and out the other. Negotiations, without threats, cruelty, and knife-wielding, how can there be a negotiation atmosphere? He took out a tissue to wipe the dirt off his collar and smiled, "So there's nothing to talk about?"
Zhao Jianjun laughed loudly, and gently stroked the blade with his fingers: "I have more brothers than you, and my methods are more ruthless than yours. As for my equipment, ha, I have all the standard machetes. With these dozen guys who don't even have bricks, what right do you have to negotiate with me?"
A group of his men burst into laughter. The man with the birthmark cursed, "Do you think this is still a protection fee at the gate of an elementary school? You can hold up the scene with a dozen people? Damn it, your brain is full of shit, and you are empty-handed!"
Ming Ge smiled unnaturally, turned his head, and whispered: "Is it about time?"
A person next to him also lowered his voice and said, "Seven people, all confirmed."
Geng Chao, who had been blocked by the crowd, took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Target confirmed, action!"
Zhao Jianjun realized something was wrong and shouted, "Cut him!"
His men rushed over, howling and waving machetes. Brother Ming quickly stepped back. The police officers disguised as him all pulled out their guns: "Police, don't move!"
The guy who was unarmed just now and was not taken seriously by the gangsters, in the blink of an eye, he pulled out such an epoch-making weapon. This is simply cheating! The situation was reversed in an instant. The machetes fell to the ground with a crackling sound. A group of people fled in all directions. A dozen police officers, in groups of two, stared at Zhao Jianjun and his seven die-hard brothers and pounced on them.
"action!"
Liu Tianlai stood in the middle of the yard. Hearing the confirmation of the action coming from the intercom, he immediately gave the same order. Outside the warehouse, the shrill sirens sounded, and a huge beam of light from the searchlight shone directly from the top of the police car, illuminating the warehouse door clearly. A gangster ran out from inside and thought he had escaped, but unexpectedly, the police were waiting at the door. If one came out, they would hold one, and if two came out, they would hold a pair, catching the turtle in the jar. To use a movie title, it is called: No one can be left behind!
Zhao Jianjun knew he had fallen into a trap, and the blood in his heart was aroused. The other men had already fled, and only seven people were still standing by. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Charge to the door, run out one by one, go!"
Eight people wielded knives, even cutting down their own brothers who were blocking the road. From time to time, miserable screams could be heard. After finally rushing to the door, dozens of police officers were squatting or standing in a semicircle, and the black muzzles of their guns firmly blocked the exit. Liu Tianlai separated the crowd, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Jianjun, you can't run away, surrender!"
A few hundred meters northwest of the grain station, a black Santana stopped next to a small mound. A young man in a black windbreaker stood on the mound, his hands behind his back, his deep eyes staring into the distance, the wind blowing the corners of his clothes back, his slender figure as cold as a knife under the moonlight. With a white cloth hanging around his neck, Tan Yu forgot the pain in his arm, turned around, raised his head, looked at Wen Liang on the mound, and shouted excitedly: "The light is on!"
The dilapidated grain station was crawling quietly on the wasteland like a monster. Suddenly, the lights came on, and the strong light shone out from the yard and spread hundreds of meters away, like a rising morning star, illuminating the whole world.
Half an hour later, more than a dozen police cars lined up and drove towards Qingzhou. The last car turned a corner and quickly stopped next to the Santana. Geng Chao and two young men jumped out of the back seat with Zhao Jianjun, kicked him in the butt, and said, "Be honest!"
Zhao Jianjun was handcuffed, his face was black and blue, and he had obviously suffered a lot during the arrest. After being kicked, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. He stiffened his neck, his eyes full of resentment.
Liu Tianlai turned off the engine, walked behind Wen Liang, and whispered, "The person is here."
Wen Liang turned around, looked down at Zhao Jianjun at his feet, and said coldly: "Do you still recognize him?"
Following the direction of the finger, Zhao Jianjun saw Tan Yu with his arm in a sling. He frowned and thought for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Is it you?"
Tan Yu was still a child after all, and was a little scared. To give himself courage, he puffed out his chest and raised his voice: "Yes, it's me! Today I want to avenge my sister and myself!"
Zhao Jianjun seemed to understand something, and suddenly laughed up to the sky, saying, "MB, I really regret not listening to you earlier and just raped Tan Xue. Why do you still expect to take it slow? Boy, don't be complacent. I'm not going to die in this case yet, and I'll come to talk to you and your sister eventually. If I don't beat Tan Xue to a pulp, I'll take your last name!"
He dared to say such things in front of the police. It can be seen that the gangsters who called Zhao Jianjun a mad dog really hit the nail on the head. This man is completely mentally ill. If he goes crazy, I really don’t know what he will do!
Tan Yu's face turned pale and he couldn't utter another word.
Wen Liang walked down the dirt pile, smiled coldly, stepped between his feet, twisted his hips and swung his elbow, hitting Zhao Jianjun hard on the face. Zhao Jianjun felt a sharp pain on his face, and a strong force surged, and his body fell to the side involuntarily. His heels were tripped by Wen Liang again, and he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang.
The blow was clean and neat. To outsiders, it seemed as if Wen Liang had knocked Zhao Jianjun, who weighed 140 to 150 kilograms, flying into the air and knocking him to the ground with just one elbow.
"good!"
The two young men cheered. They had participated in the operation to capture Bai Huan that night. The last time they saw Wen Liang, they thought he was just a noble young man, but they didn't expect that his skills were so powerful.
"Zhao Jianjun, when you were acting arrogantly, you never thought that this day would come, right?" Wen Liang was too lazy to waste words with him. He kicked him in the lower abdomen again and signaled Tan Yu to come over and take action.
Tan Yu pulled out a steel pipe from Santana, held it tightly in his right hand, gritted his teeth, and hesitated to take action. Zhao Jianjun was dizzy from being beaten by Wen Liang, and fell to the ground, twitching, with blood at the corner of his mouth, his face grim, and he murmured in a low voice: "Wait, as long as I don't die..."