diskusbooks Chapter 148 This method of arresting people is too rough
Chapter 148 This method of arresting people is too rough
Qin Dabao rode his bicycle home in the cold wind. The wind in the north is so strong that even the northwest wind can make you full.
He was wearing a police uniform coat, otherwise, it would be strange if the patrolling militia didn't catch him if he was riding his bicycle on the road so late at night.
The blast furnaces at every street corner along the way had all stopped, and the former bustling energy was gone. Although there had been frequent reports of good news in the past half month, when everyone saw those black blocks of iron, even the dumbest person knew that they were useless.
There were obviously more beggars fleeing famine in the capital. Along the way, under the bridges and in the corners of the streets, there were emaciated and dark-skinned people.
Qin Dabao felt a lump in his throat when he saw this scene. Who would be willing to beg for food during the New Year unless they really couldn't make ends meet?
Only those who have experienced that era know how cruel the situation was.
In fact, Qin Dabao knew that this world was not that world. He had always hoped that such a scene of starvation would not happen, but the reality was right in front of him. Once he saw it, his mentality would instantly collapse, and countless painful memories would reappear in his mind, as if there was a stone blocking his chest.
Einstein once said that time is an illusion of the human brain, but memory is eternal, especially painful memories, which are the hardest to forget.
He had just passed the Temple of Heaven when he heard someone in the alley shouting "Catch the spies!"
Following the shouts, two people ran out, and behind them were beams of flashlights, making it impossible to see them clearly.
The two men ran and fired their guns backwards, screaming from time to time.
Qin Dabao quickly put down the car, took out the Type 54 pistol from the space, opened the safety, knelt on one leg on the ground, held the gun with both hands,
The two men ran closer and closer, not noticing the person in front of them at all.
The gun in Dabao's hand fired, and he aimed at the two men's thighs. At this distance, he never missed.
The two men felt as if their thighs were hit by a sledgehammer. Suddenly, they lost all consciousness and could not stop the car. They fell to the ground and threw the guns in their hands.
Qin Dabao took two quick steps and kicked the two guns on the ground away, pointing the gun in his hand at the two people howling on the ground.
During this delay, the pursuers arrived and started waving their flashlights around.
Qin Dabao took out his work ID and shouted sternly: "What are you taking pictures for? I'm from the Public Security Department of the Municipal Bureau." Although he was about to go to school, he still belonged to the Public Security Department.
"Haha, little Dabao." A man came up to him.
This man is none other than Tan Yongjun, the director of Gulou Street Police Station.
"Uncle Tan." Qin Dabao put away the gun with a grin.
Tan Yongjun ordered the militia to tie up the two injured people. The militia looked at Qin Dabao curiously.
Dabao took out an ordinary Zhonghua cigarette and handed one to Tan Yongjun.
Tan Yongjun held the flashlight under his arm and lit a cigarette with admiration.
"Good job, kid, the cigarettes you smoke are much higher quality than mine."
Qin Dabao chuckled and put the cigarette into Tan Yongjun's pocket. Tan Yongjun had always helped him.
It's so comfortable to smoke a cigarette in this cold weather.
"Uncle Tan, weren't you at the Drum Tower? Why are you here at the Temple of Heaven?"
The Temple of Heaven and Drum Tower are six or seven kilometers apart, and this place is not under the jurisdiction of the Drum Tower Police Station at all.
"Well, a few days ago, the public reported that there were two suspicious brothers who listened to foreign radio stations late at night, so I brought the patrol team to stake out the situation.
But these militiamen were too clever and frightened the two men, so they ran away, and we chased them all the way to the Temple of Heaven."
Qin Dabao knew that the current methods of handling cases were rough, but he didn't expect it to be so rough. He had already trapped the person in the house, and yet he let him escape? This was too speechless.
"Why don't you shoot?"
"Alas." He felt a surge of grievance whenever he mentioned Tan Yongjun: "He's a new recruit who hasn't even fired a gun before. If he fires blindly, won't he get himself scratched?"
When Dabao heard this, he knew that the plan he had written for his uncle had taken effect and the security patrol team had been transferred to various police stations.
"Don't talk about my side of the story, kid. You said you were in the Public Security Department? Which department?"
"I'm registered with the Public Security Bureau and will soon be attending the Public Security College for further studies."
"Good job, kid." Tan Yongjun couldn't help but laugh and punched Dabao. He was an insider and knew what it meant to go for further studies. When he heard this, he couldn't help but envy Dabao.
A militiaman came over and said, "Captain, the people have been tied up. Where should we take them?"
"Of course it's the hospital. Can't you see the blood? Dabao, I can't chat with you anymore. I have to go and take care of this."
"Okay, Uncle Tan, I'm going home too. See you later."
Tan Yongjun led the militia and carried the two people away.
When Qin Dabao saw that there were too many people around, he stopped helping and just picked up the car and went home.
The courtyard is now locked at 10 o'clock, and people who come back late have to knock on the door. Yan Bugui lives in the back house, so he is usually the one to open the door.
The one who opened the door for Qin Dabao today was Yan Jiekuang. Dabao said hello to him and threw a box of Daqianmen to him, which almost made Yan Jiekuang laugh so hard that he burst into tears.
This way, all the resentment I felt when I crawled out of the warm bed in the middle of the night disappeared.
Dabao was pushing the cart when he heard Yan Bugui lowering his voice and ordering his son to hand over the cigarettes. He couldn't help but shake his head. This dog really can't stop eating shit. Yan Bugui is just like that.
When she opened the door, the cold air hit her face. Cuicui never wanted to light the stove at home.
Dabao took a few wooden beams and burned the kang. When the kang was warm, he went to sleep. He was really tired after running around all day.
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When he woke up in the morning, he found that the sky was gloomy again. It was estimated that it would snow today. He really didn't want to ride a bicycle. At this time, Qin Dabao thought of the GMC SAVANA he bought after the demolition. This nanny car was really comfortable to sit in, much more comfortable than his Toyota Camry.
But just think about it, in today's capital, the streets are mostly filled with animal-drawn vehicles, and you can't see many cars in a day.
There is no other way. Dabao cannot hibernate like a blind bear. He has to gather up great willpower to get up.
Fortunately, my younger brother and sister live with my grandma, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to live in this bungalow. Heating in the morning would be a big problem.
I was chatting idly with Cuicui at home until half past ten when I remembered that the Chinese New Year was almost here and I had to go to the consignment store to get some meat for Wei Yuan so that he wouldn't have to visit again during the Chinese New Year.
He put ten pounds of wild boar meat and a large piece of venison into the sack, and prepared to send it to the Wei Yuan brothers.
I pushed the cart to the middle courtyard and went to see Sha Zhu's house. Sha Zhu and Yu Shui were not there. If I had nothing to do in the evening, I would go find Sha Zhu to have a drink. It was quite fun to drink with Sha Zhu. One talked and the other listened. We seemed to be a good match.
When they arrived at the consignment store, Wei Yuan had just finished lunch and was coming back with two lunch boxes. When he saw Qin Dabao, he immediately smiled.
"Dabao, didn't you go to work? Why did you skip class and come to my place?"
Qin Dabao threw the sack over and Wei Yuan caught it. He didn't expect it to be so heavy and almost dropped it to the ground.
"What's so heavy?"
"I went hunting at Wanger Mountain yesterday and got you some wild boar meat and a piece of venison. I'm saving them for making dumplings on the first day of the new year."
Wei Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this and kept saying, "Oh my! You are such a timely help! We don't have any meat for the New Year."
The two men arrived at Wei Yuan's office, and Wei Ping also came in. Wei Yuan handed him the lunch box. It turned out to be lunch for Wei Ping. When he opened the lid of the lunch box, it was just stewed tofu and two steamed buns made of two-grain flour.
Qin Dabao handed a white cigarette to Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan snatched the remaining half box from him without hesitation and put it carefully in his chest pocket.
Dabao was so angry that he laughed: "Can you have some shame? Take one for me and put it back."
Wei Yuan lit up the cigarette and took a deep drag: "Of course I'm shameless. This is a special supply cigarette, you can't smoke it easily."
Qin Dabao was helpless, so he took out another box, took out a cigarette and lit it. Before he could put the cigarette in his pocket, Wei Ping, who was eating, snatched it away in a flash and put it in his pocket.