Bandit [strong]

Shao Jun extremely disagreed with Luo Qiang's saying "Death is his death", what is this called?

Sure enough, it is something that a bear with no justice, no truth, and no morals can say.

He and Captain Xiao Zhou are colleagues, comrades in the trenches.Since he found out about this, it is only natural that he should stand up and expose those inefficient bastards from the second team.It's not for winning and taking credit, Shao Jun feels that this is the bottom line principle of his conduct.

Shao Jun thought so in his heart, but in the end he followed Luo Qiang's instructions, handed over the evidence to the leader, and did not continue to interfere with the Qing Dynasty.

Luo's second child is calmer than him and has experience in the world. Besides, who is Luo Qiang?Can he not listen to Luo Qiang?

That night, Captain Xiao Zhou led the guards and co-managers of their second team, and a platoon of armed policemen in the corridor with guns, and completely overturned the second team's dormitory...

From the bed to the wardrobe, cupboard, washbasin, rice bowl, shoes, books and paper.Hundreds of prisoners searched one by one and took off their clothes. The armed police picked up the clothes with gun barrels and searched them.

After such a toss, the No. [-] Brigade once again lost its vitality, and another group of people were put in shackles, locked in a confinement room, and went to receive reflective education.

The spring is bright and beautiful on the playground, with the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and people in twos and threes swaying in the shade of the trees.

Luo Qiang squatted on the stone bench beside the basketball court for the past two years that no one else dared to sit on, smoking leisurely.Beside them, the boys from class seven were chattering away.

Hu Yan and Shunzi both said: "The hammers of the second team are completely stupid this time, really relieved."

"Isn't it true that he hides drugs and goes to the prison to sell drugs, and he thinks that the sentence is too young and he can't die fast enough!"

The cowards from the second brigade had always been at odds with the first brigade, and had made enemies, so those people were locked up, and there were many people who gloated and watched the excitement.During the autumn harvest year ago, Shao Jun quietly took Luo Qiang out and brought him back again. Zhang Dahu, Liang Zi and the others followed him, clamoring to report to the leader that Luo's second son "disappeared" in the pumpkin field for no reason.

Hu Yan especially protects Luo Qiang.At that time, Hu Yan jumped up and quarreled with the other party, saying that our boss is not missing, and that our boss smokes a cigarette, defecates, and farts in a place where there is no one on the mountainside. !Later, thanks to the fact that Ma Xiaochuan was on duty that day, Ma Xiaochuan had a close relationship with Shao Jun, and the young man was not so talkative, and he didn't ask too many questions, so Luo Qiang was fooled.

Luo Qiang listened to the nonsense of his subordinates, and slowly interjected: "Do you really believe Zhang Dahu and others in drug trafficking?"

Shunzi: "Otherwise, what do you think, big brother?"

Luo Qiang: "Smuggling drugs in Qinghe Prison? I have never heard of it for more than 40 years. There is such a deadly way to live."

Hu Yan curled his lips in disdain: "Zhang Dahu is an idiot, he wants money but he doesn't want his life."

Luo Qiang squinted his eyes and pondered, and slowly said: "Hiding the poison, what are they going to do? Who is hiding it for? Where did the poison in the cigarettes come from? Is there anyone outside to connect and connect?"

What Luo Qiang asked was the real chapter.What Zhang Dahu and the others got, commonly known as Ma Guo, is a new type of powerful methamphetamine, which is highly addictive and can cause strong hallucinations, out-of-control behavior, and even violent crimes.Luo Qiang had been in the southwestern border, and he was an expert. That stuff was a Burmese specialty, and it was smuggled in from the border. If Zhang Dahu didn't have a way, ordinary people wouldn't be able to get it.

In the past two days, the superintendent was furious, and the little police hats searched the prison roads, checked the canteen, checked the factory warehouse, checked the supermarket, and checked the small restaurant. Channel search out.A few methamphetamine cigarettes are actually a trivial matter. The key question is, if methamphetamine can be found in prisons, what about knives?What about arson?What about the cell phone communicator?More dangerous and contraband may flow in, and it will be a big trouble at that time.

For this reason, the Wumart supermarket downstairs in the prison building was forced to close, and the police sealed it up and conducted a blanket search.Everyone complained, it's the bastards from the second brigade who hurt us, I can't eat instant noodles, ham sausage and beef jerky anymore!A bird fades out of the mouth!

Luo Qiang squinted his half-blind eyes sideways, and his sharp gaze swept across the supermarket, prison building, office building, factory building, canteen, warehouse, large iron gate... his sight finally passed the inner wall, watchtower, and drifted far away to the high wall outside.

Jia Fugui, an old prisoner from the second team, dragged a garbage truck, and walked slowly past the playground, his eyes under the brim of his work cap, his eyes scattered across Luo Qiang's face.

This man is said to have a disabled left hand, and he wears thick gloves all year round.

The job of collecting garbage has always been the responsibility of a few old and weak prisoners in the prison area.These people have been in prison for a long time, have good records, and are trusted by the guards. They usually don’t have to go to the factory to work, and they don’t participate in field labor. Push it to the garbage station behind the factory building, and then clean it up with the sanitation garbage trucks that come in regularly from outside.

Luo Qiang has been staring at Jia Fugui for a while.

I can't tell when, or just from that day, Luo Qiang started to help the old prisoner push the garbage truck.

He had nothing to do in the cafeteria anyway, and when he had a chance to take a break from work between three meals, he ran out, grabbed the front bumper of the garbage truck, put it over his chest, and dragged the truck away.

Jia Fugui said, "I won't work for you."

The corner of Luo Qiang's mouth twitched lightly: "If you don't work, I have plenty of strength."

Jia Fugui looked at him, but didn't speak.

Luo Qiang just followed the old man like this, sticking to each other like a tail, watching the man use a bunch of keys to open the cell doors one by one, and collect the trash cans for each shift.The used keys are finally returned to the guard on duty.

For several days in a row, Luo Qiang followed tirelessly to collect the garbage, squatting aside when he had nothing to do, chatting with the old man, chatting nonsense, but not leaving.

Luo Qiang handed over a cigarette and lit it for the other party.

When the old man squinted his eyes, his face was deeply wrinkled, and his eyes flickered, looking at Luo Qiang.

Luo Qiang took a few puffs of cigarettes and snorted, "Old man, who is it?"

Jia Fugui said, "A local."

Luo Qiang: "The generations above are all locals?"

Jia Fugui nodded slightly: "Well, the four generations of ancestors are all old Beijing."

Luo Qiang raised his eyebrows: "Where do you live?"

The corners of Jia Fugui's mouth trembled: "What are you doing asking?"

Luo Qiang sneered: "Just chatting, I used to live in the suburbs, a farmer, a farmer."

Jia Fugui closed his eyes slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I live on the edge of the Forbidden City, at Gen'er North Street in the Eastern Imperial City."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and two big crickets were fighting under the wall, and the rustling could be heard clearly.

Luo Qiang and old man Jia stared at each other for a while.Luo Qiang grinned suddenly, with unfathomable lines on his lips, and nodded.

Jia Fugui stood up suddenly and shook his head slightly: "The garbage truck outside is coming soon, you can go."

Luo Qiang also stood up: "I'll do it."

The two of them reached out to grab the front bumper of the garbage truck at the same time. The two sides of the car shook violently under the same force, and then bumped up and down heavily, almost overturning!Old man Jia's expression changed, Luo Qiang suddenly grabbed the other's wrist unceremoniously, Jia Fugui staggered away and wanted to leave, with a not-so-clever hand hidden in his sleeve.Luo Qiang's vigorous fingers were as fierce as eagle claws. He took the old man's thick gloved hand from behind and squeezed it hard!

Old man Jia's face turned pale, and Luo Qiang pressed his hand firmly on the car rail, and the wooden rail was almost broken by the two of them.Luo Qiang stroked the opponent's hand with his fingers, one finger at a time, with sharp eyes.

Both of them were breathing heavily in their chests, and at the last moment, the brakes of a large-tonnage van truck suddenly came from the outer wall, and the garbage collector came.

……

The corner of Jia Fugui's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Second brother, have you touched enough?"

Luo Qiang slowly relaxed: "Well, that's enough."

Jia Fugui: "Let go."

Luo Qiang suddenly asked: "How did the smoke get in?"

Jia Fugui was also very calm: "Second brother, do you want to turn over?"

Year after year quickly flashed through Luo Qiang's mind, and he suddenly understood many unsolved things.His eyes were frighteningly sharp: "How did Tan Long die?... Killing two birds with one stone? Your trick is quite poisonous, I admire it."

Old man Jia didn't move at all, his composure was terribly calm: "Why do you want to twitch?"

The sound of brakes, the sound of fighting, Young Master Tan's blood-red eyes, the blood splashed on the wall, and the ground was in a mess... The two people stared at each other, and the shadows of swords and sabers from the past echoed in front of their eyes and ears.

Luo Qiang was still holding the other party's wrist, and said coldly: "That kid is dead, I'm not his real father and my surname is Tan. Old man, you don't need to take care of this car. I will be in charge of collecting garbage in the future. "

Jia Fugui narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Luo Qiang said: "That's what it means. I will report to the captain later, I will do this job in the future, and you can rest. I am familiar with the guards. I will let you retire today. I, for, you."

Luo Qiang spoke sonorously and forcefully, every word and every word, and could not be refuted or shaken.The sentence "I will let you retire today" poked people's eyes like a needle, Jia Fugui's eyes turned red, and his fingers trembled...

After this day, old man Jia really "retired".

The next day, this person got sick, so he didn't leave the house. He took a long-term sick leave with Captain Zhou of the second team, and didn't argue with Luo Qiang again.

Jia Fugui was ill. Although the people in the second team were not under the direct management of Captain Shao of the first team, Shao Jun still cared when he checked the shop: "Old Jia, what's wrong? Are you going to the hospital?"

Old man Jia lay on the bed with half-closed eyes, and waved his hands: "I really don't bother Officer Shao."

Shao Junte was serious: "I can help you sign up for an extra opportunity to visit relatives, so that your family members can come and take care of you."

Jia Fugui forced a smile and said: "...there is no one at home, and no one will come to see me."

When Shao Jun heard this, he felt sympathetic and said, "Then tell me what you need in the future."

Before Shao Jun left, he left a can of protein powder on this person's bedside table, and a small box of peach cakes bought in Daoxiang Village in the city.

Captain Shao has always been very righteous to the prisoners and never bullies others. Everyone in the third prison area knows that and they all want to see Captain Shao.Old man Jia hesitated to speak, nodded, stared at the back of Shao Jun going out for a long time, his eyes slowly darkened...

Luo Qiang had a stack of papers in front of him during the weekly self-examination and exposing activities in the political class.He thought and thought and wrote something down.

What is written on the paper is a fatal matter, if this is handed over, the third prison area will have to be bombed again.

It is not easy to type out thousands of words with the ink he has accumulated in the few years of elementary school and junior high school.After finishing writing, Luo Qiang held the exposing materials and thought about it, frowned, kept calm, and silently dropped the few pieces of paper, tore them into pieces, and did not hand them over to the guard...

People on the road have rules for doing things on the road.What should he take care of, and whoever offends him, it is the duty of the boss to shoulder it; but if he does not do his business, he should not take care of it.

Luo Qiang has been on the road for so many years, and he still knows the rules.Betrayal, exposing, blocking harm, selling eyeliner...these are all despicable tricks.Even if he, Luo Qiang, could get the benefit of a reduced sentence by this means, it would be ugly to say it, and it would be embarrassing to him.Luo Qiang didn't bother to care about how many troubles could arise between the prisoners in the second brigade and the prison guards. He only cared about Dabai Mantou in his heart.