In the Donggang Seafood Wholesale Market, honest and innocent businessmen, upon seeing people in coast guard uniforms rushing towards them, immediately raised their hands to their heads, squatted on the spot obediently, and cooperated very well.
"Hey, Coast Guard! Don't move, squat down with your heads in your hands!" Three team leaders, with about 20 to 30 people, rushed into the center of the market and shouted at the crowd.
With this shout, the dozens of thugs gathered at the door of the market management committee scattered in an instant. They were unlucky. Just now, these people were sitting in the office building playing mahjong, drinking, and smoking, but they didn't expect that Zhang Ming came in and chased them out.
As a result, the group had nowhere to run. Because the area around the market entrance was full of seafood stalls, the space was extremely narrow, and so many people running around together immediately led to people squeezing each other and scolding each other.
"Jump over! Lao Liu, jump over!"
"Fuck you, I'm a flying man?! Give me a hand!"
“…!”
The six or seven people who escaped from the side were trapped under a low wall and were about to engage in an internal conflict.
“Buzz!”
At this moment, sirens sounded, and four police cars of the Taihai Police rushed over from the small road on the left, blocking the way.
"Bang, bang!"
The car door popped open, and more than 20 coast guard members, wearing bulletproof vests and explosion-proof helmets, and holding electric riot batons more than one meter long in their hands, rushed up.
“Get down!”
"I told you to squat!"
“…!”
The two captains of the coast guard team rushed over and swung their sticks.
"Brother, don't do it, I'll squat down!"
"I told you to squat down!" The team leader of the Coast Guard team took an electric baton and hit a fat man, starting to beat him up.
"Gudong!"
The fat man felt numb all over and fell to the ground, twitching, and kept shouting, "Brother, I'm squatting down, I have a heart disease... Don't mess with me!"
"Bad boy!"
Four or five members of the Coast Guard rushed up, swinging their iron-clad batons and beating the man.
…
In front of the market management committee.
“Go, go, go…!”
Su Tianyu, with more than 30 elite soldiers, rushed into the management committee building and rushed upstairs with big strides.
In the office on the second floor, Dong Chengpeng looked down through the window with a pale face: "Fuck, so many people!"
"Is there a back door?!" Zhang Ming was already panicking at this moment. He was the president of the Coders Association and his status was there. If he was blocked here and handcuffed, it would have a very bad impact regardless of whether he had committed a crime or not. He was also afraid that reporters would follow and arrest him.
“Brother, this is the second floor. Even if we say… there is a back door, we can’t leave!” Dong Chengpeng replied while panting.
“Bang!”
Zhang Ming went up and slapped him in the face: "Useless! Lao Si, jump out of the window, jump out of the window to cover me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man brought by Zhang Ming took the lead in pushing open the window at the back of the main building, took a look outside, and then said, "President, run along the terrace towards the market shed."
"Hurry up!" Zhang Ming urged.
"Come on, some guys, jump down with me!" the sturdy man shouted, and then he climbed out of the window swiftly, and went downstairs with six or seven people.
Sure enough, as soon as they went down, the police officers outside surrounded them.
Inside the room, Zhang Ming glanced at the situation below, trembling, climbed out of the window, and fled towards the market shed along the terrace with his two followers.
In the office, a wretched-looking, thin man pulled out a brand new Remington gun from the cabinet and yelled, "Brother Yu, fight them!"
"Fuck you!" Dong Pengyu kicked him in the stomach and cursed, "Are you blind? There are so many people on the other side, and you want to do it? Don't you want to live?! Jump off the building, jump off the building, and run away!"
After cursing, Dong Pengyu also came to the window.
In the middle of the staircase in the lobby on the first floor, seven or eight security guards were holding batons and trembling as they shouted, "You... what do you do?"
"Put down your weapons!" Su Tianyu shouted as he ran upstairs.
"Do you have work permits? Which unit are you from?" The security manager wanted to delay time.
Su Tianyu rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and threw him down hard: "Beat him!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The stormtroopers armed with riot shields and batons rushed up instantly and resolved the fight in less than five seconds. They beat up these scoundrels and hooligans and threw them down the stairs.
Everyone walked through the wider staircase and rushed to the second floor immediately.
"Captain, Dong Pengyu jumped off the building and ran away. He's here, I'm from Group 3!" A voice came from the intercom.
Su Tianyu rushed into the office, went to the window and looked downstairs.
Below, a dozen people were running around. Su Tianyu immediately spotted Dong Pengyu, who was moving like a hill. “Fuck!”
Su Tianyu held the window with one hand and jumped from the second floor without thinking. After landing steadily, he rushed directly towards Dong Pengyu.
"Bang!"
Su Tianyu fired a shot while running.
In the front, Dong Pengyu, who had just finished an intense workout, felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He slowly rushed forward two steps, fell to the ground, and murmured, "Don't chase me... I'll catch you... I'll catch you...!"
Su Tianyu rushed forward and glanced down at Dong Pengyu: "How can you be the big brother with this body?!"
"I... I am the eldest brother... It's hereditary...!" Dong Pengyu still didn't know who was trying to mess with him: "Which unit are you from, brother? Can we get in the car and talk alone?!"
"We are from the Pacific Dragon Group!" Su Tianyu gritted his teeth and stomped on the other person's face twice.
…
The other end.
With his brothers desperately protecting him, Zhang Ming, who had temporarily escaped, ran with the two of them in the dark alley of the market shed, panting.
"President, they didn't catch up with us." The person next to him reminded.
Zhang Ming covered his chest and turned back: "Damn it, Dong Pengyu must be dead!"
The three of them stopped and leaned against the wall to catch their breath.
“Tramp!”
Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded at the exit of the alley in front.
Zhang Ming instinctively looked up and saw a man in a baseball cap walking towards him.
In the dark alley, when Zhang Ming saw the man, he felt inexplicably nervous and his pupils contracted.
“President…!”
"Run, run back, quickly!" Zhang Ming took big strides, turned around and ran.
“Crash!”
The man in the baseball cap lowered his head, pulled the bolt of his gun, and caught up with him at an extremely fast speed.
"Gun, use the gun to shoot him!!!" Zhang Ming was so panicked that he turned around and yelled at his followers.