Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu stared at the hooligan standing on the tea table in front of him with a smile, picked up the wine bottle on the table, aimed at the corner of the table, and knocked it down hard. The foreign wine dripped all over the floor, and Song Jianyu, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up , arrogantly pointing at the hooligan with half of the broken wine bottle in his hand: "I have a birthday on August [-]th, and you come to pay my birthday wishes on August [-]th, you are in a hurry to let me send you to reincarnate, right?"

Seeing this scene, the other party lost his arrogance instead, and said fawningly: "Didn't I hear that Brother Fei is going to abdicate from the outside? I wondered who I was, Brother Fei. When you were at the Heavenly Wolf Gate, you personally said that from now on, you will be the boss of the West District, and you will die only in your position, and you will never retreat."

Song Jianyu shook the broken wine bottle in his hand impatiently, interrupting his flattery: "Stop talking nonsense, take your people and get out, or I will be the first to let you die here first."

"Hey, I'm leaving now. This is a congratulatory gift for Brother Fei. I was really busy yesterday. I'll apologize to you."

A man named Zhou Qiang raised his hand and someone walked in with a black suitcase.

After the things were put down, a group of people disappeared like a car exhaust.

The box was also emptied at once, Song Jianyu dropped the broken wine bottle in his hand and walked out.

"What about the box, Boss?" The man with the scar looked at the suitcase on the table.

"Give it to you." He is not interested in the congratulatory gift from Boss Hei, the point is to find out where it is and why he wants to wear it on Boss Hei.

The people who came out of the private room walked out along the swaying colorful lights.

Every waiter and scantily clad girl would say hello to him when they passed by him.

Brother Fei walked through the corridors all the way, and finally came to the central hall of this bar.

There are no customers in the hall now, only three or five tables of drunk and unable to walk guests lying there, most of them are waiters cleaning.

Lights were on everywhere, no windows or time in sight.

Song Jianyu touched the fat man's clothes, but couldn't find the whereabouts of the phone. Instead, he had a watch hanging on his wrist, and he looked at the time against the light.

"Eight twelve in the morning?"

"August No. 12, [-]:[-]?" The man standing in the middle of the bar grabbed a waiter in uniform passing by.

"Fat Brother, I'm sorry! Fat Brother, I didn't do it on purpose!"

The young man with the tray thought that he had been discovered stealing the customer's wallet just now, and was so frightened that he took out the stolen wallet on the spot and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"What year, month and day is it today?" The fat guy who grabbed his collar stared coldly at the waiter on the ground with his eyes squeezed into strips of fat.

The thief waiter trembled under his aura and answered him: "August 12 NO.[-]?"

The hand that was holding onto his collar was released, Song Jianyu strode past him, and howled loudly, "Scar!"

"Hey! Boss, I'm here! I'm here!" The scarred man ran over from behind with the black suitcase in his arms, and looked at Song Jianyu expectantly, "Boss, what else do you have?" order."

"Call the brothers, the boss is going to take you to do something big." He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist: "Everyone gathers at Unit [-] of Fengzhuang at [-]:[-], whoever dares to miss it is just this bottle! "

Song Jianyu kicked the empty wine bottle off the ground.

The cracking sound made everyone in the bar look at him, and the next moment everyone lowered their heads obediently.

It was the first time that he was the boss of the gang, and he took the scarred man out of the bar gate with great momentum. There was no one on the street early in the morning, and the scarred man opened the car door for him while calling and invited him in.

Not far away, Zhou Qiang, who hadn't left completely, was leading his group of people to smoke and beat people in the back alley.

"How dare you lie to me, Brother Fei, to retire? People in this world who dare to lie to me, Zhou Qiang, have died from time to time but have not yet been born! Hit me!"

On the ground, a man in a waiter uniform covered his bruised and swollen head and choked up, "Brother Zhou, I really didn't lie to you. Last night, I heard that old man tell Scar that he wanted to wash his hands and quit the rivers and lakes. Said that he would leave his mouth to Scar."

"Brother Zhou! It's not going to happen!"

The younger brother who was standing at the intersection watching Feng ran back and rushed all the way in front of Zhou Qiang, "Brother Fei called all his subordinates and rushed to Fengzhuang before 08:30, and those who couldn't make it would be like this!"

He aimed at the empty wine bottles collected by the bar next to him, and kicked them up.

"Brother Fat said that the brothers who dare not be present are just like the end of this wine bottle!"

Zhou Qiang looked at the glass slag all over the floor, and slapped the kneeling waiter again with his backhand: "Made! Your ancestors retired in this way! Everyone follow, I want to see this What does the fat pig want to do!"

A group of people rushed out, and soon someone saw a row of vehicles driving in front, followed by a dozen motorcycles chasing.

The formed convoy made people who didn't know this scene see this scene, and murmured: "Who's married in such a big way to pick up people, the one who married is a fairy."

Song Jianyu sat in the first car, neither married nor welcomed a fairy.

The man with the scar sat beside him and lit a cigarette for him, and asked the news with a wrinkled smile on his face: "Boss, what are we going to Fengzhuang for? Is that the new territory we want to build?"

In order not to arouse suspicion, Song Jianyu caught the lit cigarette, squinted his eyes and said in a calm voice, "Find someone and tell the brothers, and when you get to the gate of Fengzhuang, surround me with all the entrances and exits. Not a single fly is allowed to be let out."

This request made the man with the scar hesitate to speak.

Song Jianyu saw from the corner of his eye, "Speak up if you have something to say." The man with the scar immediately spared his head in embarrassment: "Boss, our power is not so powerful that we are not afraid of the police. It is still necessary to surround the whole place." During the day, it is easy to attract the attention of the police, how about we keep a low profile? "

"Low-key?" The young man who became the boss laughed out loud, "Come here, I'll teach you how to be low-key."

At the same time, the Municipal Public Security Bureau received reports from the masses that a group of elements were brazenly rushing towards Fengzhuang, looking like they were going to fight.

The district police station and the Public Security Bureau all dispatched manpower and drove straight to Fengzhuang.

Song Jianyu was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, his mind was full of the whiteboard in the conference room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade 23 years later.

It was written on the whiteboard that my childhood parents went out at 07:30 in the morning, the thief broke in at 09:30 in the morning, and the police station received the call at [-]:[-].

If I could get there before 08:30, I might be able to catch the murderer on the spot.

When the car arrived at the gate of Fengzhuang, Song Jianyu had only seen this place from the photos even 23 years later.

There is still a few hundred meters away from Feng Zhuang, and vehicles can no longer drive in.

"Boss, this place is full of people working in the factory, we can't get through all the stopped bicycles."

The man with the scar looked at the crowded scene outside, let alone driving past, even riding a bicycle had to be careful not to collide with people.

"Get out of the car and walk over."

After Song Jianyu finished speaking, he got out of the car and strode forward.

"Boss is wrong! Wrong! Feng Zhuang is here!"

The man with the scar on the other side of the car door waved at Song Jianyu from the other side of the car door.

Scar muttered inexplicably in his heart.

"Boss, why is it so strange today? Didn't you agree that you want Jinpan to wash your hands? Could it be that today you want to make the last vote? But this scene is too big, and it will be troublesome for the police later."

He thought so from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Anyway, the boss saved his life. Scar's life was because the boss told him to go east, and he would never go west.

After they went upstream and passed through the army of bicycles, they finally came to the gate of the accident area.

Song Jianyu stood at the gate of the community and looked down at the time on his wrist.

Eight forty-six.

"Boss, the road is a bit congested during working hours, can you give us some more time?" Dao Scar thought he was looking at the time because he was wondering why those brothers hadn't arrived on time.

"Give them another 10 minutes, remember what I said, everyone surrounds this place, not a single fly is allowed to be released!"

Song Jianyu stepped into the community, the security at the gate of the community wanted to stop him, and Zhou Qiang and a group of people who followed him rushed up with baseball bats.

The aura made the 60-year-old gatekeeper at the gate shut the gate of the security booth without even thinking about it, pretending he didn't see anything.

"Scar, Brother Fat, what does this mean?"

Zhou Qiang parked his motorcycle at the gate of the community, looked at Scar who was standing at the gate and didn't go in with Brother Fei, and inquired about the situation.

Scar raised his neck, and his chin hit the sky: "Don't ask me, this is a secret between me and the boss."

Zhou Qiang held the baseball bat in his hand, and wanted to hit the bald head with it, to see if he dared to say he didn't know.

He looked at Fat Brother who had already entered the community, and then at Scar standing at the door.

The brothers outside who received the news came to the gate of Fengzhuang one by one, and all of them rushed to Dao Scar to ask the boss's arrangement.

Then everyone got their own personal mission from Scar's mouth.

Zhou Qiang led a group of younger brothers to stand not far away to watch this scene. After one of the younger brothers listened to the secret at the scar, he turned around and found a corner where there was no one, and told Zhou Qiang's younger brother the secret.

Brother Zhou Qiang ran back again and explained in Zhou Qiang's ear: "Brother Fat asked all of them to surround Feng Zhuang, saying that there were two killers from other places inside, and as long as they were caught, they could be sold for 1000 million yuan on the black market." head price!"

"Killer?" This horse riding has something to do with people like them who run a bar KTV, collect protection fees, and occasionally sell ecstasy!

But... 1000 million head fees.

Zhou Qiang has three dance halls, six KTVs, and five betel nut shops under Zhou Qiang, plus some shady deals, and the monthly profit is only about [-] yuan.

Now there are 1000 million people with two heads.

What is the concept of 1000 million, even if there are ten more fat guys, he dares to accept the new brother and wipe out that fat pig guy within a day.

"Brother Zhou, what we do is up to you!" Zhou Qiang's subordinates looked at him with bright eyes, and everyone was thinking in their hearts.

1000 million, as long as Brother Zhou gets the tips for each of them, at least hundreds of thousands, right?

If he was the first to catch someone, maybe Brother Zhou could reward him with 100 million.

Zhou Qiang looked at the scars leading people in the distance, three steps, one post, five steps, one person, and they were enclosing Feng Zhuang inside and out.

"1000 million! Fight! Brothers, enter the community! Try your best to find that outsider, and I will reward him with 100 million!"

"Brother Zhou! Brother Zhou! Brother Zhou!"

The cheers could be heard halfway across the road.

Song Jianyu, who had already entered the community, headed straight for Building No. [-] with a clear goal, and looked at every passerby from time to time along the way, trying to find out the whereabouts of the father and son.