Baicai Street is located at the urban-suburban junction on the edge of the city.
It is a very ordinary small street. yznn Because it is close to Longkongshan University, the latest local institution of higher learning, as well as several areas where migrant workers live.
Although it is far from the city center, the population density may be higher than that of the city center.
It is almost like a garbage dump.
Like flies inside.
No matter day or night, there are always many scattered stalls scattered along the street: those selling kebabs, selling sugar cane, selling jelly and iced drinks, selling mobile phone accessories, selling pirated books, and selling snacks and snacks with countless push carts The noisy vendors blocked the narrow sidewalks and even spread to the motor vehicle lanes.
It can be called the street stall street of the city.
It was midsummer in June, and it was the rush hour after get off work.
People were coming and going on the road.
Vendors were shouting loudly with a southern and northern accent.
Colorful sewage was flowing on the ground.
The fragrance of various snacks was floating in the air.
And the poor drivers then honked the horn anxiously Fortunately, those BMWs that like to hit people rarely seem to hang out here, and the tragedy of "70 yards" is even less likely to happen here.
If anyone really dares to drive at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour in such a place, that would be it.
It's not racing, it's massacre and demolition.
Of course, wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be fights.
Wherever there are more people, conflicts will be more frequent.
Baicai Street is naturally no exception.
Under the dim sunset, another "hot" physical exchange is about to take place.
"My ancestors crushed a watermelon of yours and I will pay you 60 yuan.
Damn it."
The dark and thin Chongqing migrant worker stared, cursed in completely non-standard Mandarin, and slapped the chopping board with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, "It's almost July now, where can we still blackmail people with such precious watermelons?"
There’s no such thing as blackmail, right?”
"You shameless stingy guy, since you crushed my watermelon, you have to pay me obediently."
The tall and round fruit stall owner narrowed his small eyes and waved a sharp watermelon knife and threatened, "What I sell are authentic Nanjing cemetery melons, and they are also grafted with imported improved varieties.
I only charge you 60 yuan, which is still cheap."
In a word, to compensate or not to compensate.”
"You want to kill someone!"
Seeing the sharp blade coming, the migrant worker jumped back quickly, and then he yelled with his hands on his hips, "We Chongqing Bangbangs must not have diarrhea, what are you trying to do?"
Just come up and do it twice.”
In full view of the public, the Chongqing migrant worker cursed and untied the large sack behind his back, pulled out a length of stainless steel water pipe that seemed to have been picked up from a construction site, and then took off his smelly sweatshirt and threw it away, showing his tangled state.
His strong muscles and colorful tattoos, "Look, I have a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right on my arm.
The old ox is on my waist, and the dragon head is on my chest.
If someone blocks it, I will kill you.
If I block it, I will kill you.
If I block it, I will kill you."
It’s no big deal if you grow up in Mendun.”
He manipulated the steel pipe, imitating the appearance of the Shaolin monk in the martial arts TV series, and made a move with great familiarity, showing off proudly.
Unexpectedly, the fruit stall owner looked him up and down, his eyes filled with disdain and pity.
"Tsk, tsk, the Green Dragon and the White Tiger, this kind of thing in old martial arts novels, has been out of date for a long time.
You, a southwestern country bumpkin, are not Chinese.
Don't you know how to keep pace with the times?"
The fruit stall owner said meanly while unbuttoning his flowered shirt, revealing a clump of dark chest hair, a red crab tattoo hidden among the chest hair, and two circles of small words tattooed on his left and right arms.
"Look, take a look clearly.
I am the Eight Honors on the left and the Eight Disgraces on the right.
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The three represent hanging on the waist, and the river crab mythical beast is hidden in the chest.
Guan Baofa can harmonize you with one big move."
"Whoa, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, rattle more and use the hammer, let's see the real results under our hands."
When the migrant worker saw that he couldn't talk to the other party, he was so angry that he picked up the water pipe and knocked it on the asphalt road.
"If you dare to fight with me, I will beat you until you don't even recognize your mother."
"I should be telling you this."
The fruit stall owner snorted, bent down and took out a brick from under the wheel of the electric tricycle, and then picked up the kitchen knife for cutting watermelon, "I won't kill you today."
When you poop, even if you pooped cleanly last night.”
"Everyone, come and see, there's going to be a fight."
“Tsk, tsk, you’ve already copied this guy.”
"Place your bet, place your bet" "Who will buy the watermelons from the fat man selling watermelons at Hongxing Farm in Chongqing Bangbang for 2 for 1 for 1 for 3?"
The people, who were afraid of the world being in chaos, immediately made a fuss and formed a circle ten steps away as a duel ground for these two guys.
Many people took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures, intending to record the real fighting scene so that they could post it on their blogs to show off to netizens in the future.
So, we watched another earth-shattering, weeping street battle about to break out in Baicai Street.
Suddenly, through the high-pitched portable speaker usually used for hawking, a voice full of panic suddenly sounded not far away: "The wind is pulling hard and the city management is coming."
At this moment, the air on the street seemed to cool down rapidly to absolute zero, and the roaring voices were suddenly frozen.
Then, in the next moment, many vendors on the street were like soldiers who heard the charge, and students heard the bell, and they all seemed to be pumped.
They threw their mobile phones into their pockets, and then took out their track and field competition medals.
Sprinting at a speed of 3 meters, the car pushed the car with a roar, causing chaos on the roadside.
"Bah, these damn gray skins are here again" "The city management is here, pack your things quickly" "Don't ask for that.
The fine will be much more expensive than this."
"I just went through some trouble last week and confiscated one of my tricycles.
Why are you here to check it again today?"
"Why don't you run away if you are nagging about something right now?
You want to wait to be raided and take home again?"
"Hurry up, if you keep dilly-dallying out of the way like a good dog, I will bump into you."
The whole street was filled with cries, rumblings, and curses.
In short, it was like howling ghosts.
Even the two street fighters who were originally ready to fight were no longer in the mood to fight.
The fruit seller no longer cared about the crushed watermelon, threw away the knife and bricks and got into the car to leave.
The Chongqing migrant workers also stuffed the water pipes into their bags, turned around and disappeared into the sea of people.
Then, at the entrance of Baicai Street, two urban management officers and two dogs finally appeared.
"Woof woof woof" "Stop, you beast" Two wild dogs, panting and foaming at the mouth, ran wildly in front, followed closely by two city guards in gray uniforms and big-brimmed hats who were also panting, holding electric batons and iron pliers in their hands.
Whether it was a person or a dog, it seemed that they had been running for a long time and looked almost dead from exhaustion.
Although one look at this situation would tell you that the so-called "urban management raids" were a misunderstanding, but most of the vendors had already moved far away.
And most of them were just focused on escaping, without even thinking of looking back to see what was going on.
Therefore, the two urban management officers from the Dog Management Center were still like Moses parting the Red Sea, forcing the originally crowded Baicai Street to be dispersed until the streets were empty. , leaving only peel garbage and rotten straw mats everywhere.
The young urban management officer seemed to have seen someone familiar among the running hawkers, so he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fellow folks, please be patient and don't be impatient.
Please don't be afraid.
Today we will only beat dogs, not people."
However, before he could finish his words, he was slapped on the head by the old city manager wearing reading glasses.
"Xiao Wang, what are you talking about?
Do you want to smear the image of our urban management?
You are playing the piano randomly."
"Yes, Master Sun, I said the wrong thing."
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The young city manager known as Xiao Wang quickly apologized, but when he turned around, he exclaimed, "Oh, no, those two beasts are going to escape."
"That's right, I've obviously beaten them several times, but this beast can run really fast."
Just when the two of them were distracted, the two wild dogs that had been chasing them had already entered a winding alley, and then jumped between garbage dumps, broken bicycles and air-conditioning plug-in units. , and disappeared completely.
He really understood the essence of guerrilla warfare.
Seeing this situation, the two urban management comrades from the Dog Management Center of the Comprehensive Urban Management Law Enforcement Brigade were stunned for a moment, and they could only smile bitterly and stopped in silence.
I turned around and looked at Baicai Street, which was in a mess, full of debris, but completely deserted, and I didn't know what to say.
The dog didn't hit him, but he scared the people away.
What the hell is this?
Comprehensive urban management law enforcement officer, or urban management for short, is a glorious and great profession, a majestic and solemn profession, a profession full of vitality and violence, and a profession with a long history.
It is said that its predecessor can be traced back to the urban infantry brigade in the ancient Roman Empire.
It participated in countless tragic civil wars that attempted to usurp the throne, and left a mark in the history of the West.
The Chinese Urban Management Bureau is a paramilitary organization secretly developed by our country.
It manages the city in peacetime and practices guerrilla tactics; it can be incorporated into the regular army during wartime.
It is an excellent reserve force that can charge, reconnaissance, guerrilla, endure hardship, endure, and fight hard.
A secret Pentagon report stated: China's urban management team is a terrifying paramilitary organization with powerful potential that can operate around the clock with just a broken van or pickup truck.
It is said that if you want to become an excellent urban management officer, the entry standard is to be able to dismantle Gundam with bare hands.
In accordance with the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence, our country solemnly promises not to be the first to use urban management Obviously, these crazy words mentioned above are just jokes.
However, in today's Chinese society, urban management is indeed a dangerous profession that is notorious for its evil reputation, but is also very vulnerable to physical and mental injuries.
On the first day of his summer internship at the Dog Management Center, our protagonist Wang Qiu had a profound understanding of this.
The weather at the end of June was already extremely sultry.
Although it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching sun was still shining directly on the earth, making the gravel and gravel on the road seem to shimmer.
Under the scorching sun, the churning heat wave almost made people breathless.
The exhausted two people simply sat down on the edge of the cement flower bed in the green belt, breathing heavily while avoiding the still A scorching midsummer sunset.
Looking around, the unbearable heat fills every molecule of the air, exuding the power of midsummer everywhere.
The chirping of cicadas makes people upset.
Even the wild cats on the roadside are huddled listlessly in the grass and yawning.
Although the wild dogs are being The urban management chased the wild cat, but no one paid attention to it.
"Master Sun, you have worked really hard today.
Please drink some water."
Wang Qiu, an urban management intern, bought two bottles of ice-cold mineral water from a roadside newsstand and handed one of them to the senior wearing reading glasses, "I am a straight-talking person, please don't blame me.
But you always You obviously work in an office, and you’re already so old, and you’re going to retire in two months.
Why do you want to go out with me in the bright sun, beating dogs all over the street?”
"Gulugulu, what can I do?
There have been several cases of wild dog injuries recently.
A little girl was bitten to death in Dongshan Village.
Not to mention our municipal party committee secretary, who went to express condolences to the lonely elderly people a few days ago.
At that time, in front of TV cameras and a large group of reporters, I was actually bitten by a wild dog that jumped out of nowhere, and I made a big fool of myself on the spot."
Lao Sun took the mineral water bottle from Wang Qiu, unscrewed the cap and drank most of the bottle in one breath, and then sighed and explained the secret, "In this way, we can solve the current problem of stray dogs in our city.
The relevant leaders of the city naturally attach great importance to it.
At the end of last month, they made a decision to urgently carry out a special campaign against stray dogs in summer this month.
They also set a hard target to kill 300 wild dogs.
Originally, with the red-headed documents from the city, it was reasonable to contact the police and militia to carry out a summer dog hunting campaign.
It would only be a light drizzle to kill hundreds of wild dogs.
Unexpectedly, since the beginning of the month, several murders and robberies have occurred in our city, and no suspects have been caught.
So the police and the joint defense team had to search for the murderer first, and we had to figure out a way to beat the dog ourselves.
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Originally, the unit wanted to recruit some temporary workers to help hunt dogs, but the funds could not be approved.
It’s already the 30th, and more than ten people in the entire management center are busy, and we are still about 30 dogs short of the target.”
At this point, Lao Sun sighed again, "Well, several leaders in the unit are all anxious, so now we have to mobilize the whole team, and everyone who can run and walk is mobilized.
We just want to strive to achieve the goal before the end of the month."
Even I, the old man in charge of files, and you, a college student who just came to intern, were caught.
Xiao Wang, you really didn’t catch up on the good times when you came to our unit for internship this time."
"Haha, seniors like you don't complain, how can we, the younger generation, be afraid of hardship and tiredness?"
Wang Qiu took a few sips of mineral water and replied with a forced smile, but when he looked back at the simple equipment in his hands, he suddenly felt sad again, "Master Sun, I heard that the urban management dog hunting teams in Zhengzhou and Shanghai have already We are equipped with iron armor and tranquilizer guns, but why do we only have two old-fashioned electric batons, a pair of iron clamps for strangling dogs, and this barbed wire bag?
In addition, we don’t even have a car, so we can only rely on two. leg run" "Alas, our dog management center only has two pickup trucks in total, plus one electric car.
Right now, almost all the people are dispatched to hunt dogs.
There are not enough public cars, so there is no way.
If you drive a private car, you can't reimburse the gas expenses.
As for the equipment, it is too poor now.
These instruments are sufficient.”
A flash of light suddenly appeared on Lao Sun's reading glasses, as if scolding the younger generation for their dissatisfaction, "In the 1980s, when our urban management was first established, that was called the real beggar-beating team.
Everyone I was given a wooden stick and a large sack.
Alas, don’t think I’m useless now.
Back then, we dared to walk through the streets alone in the middle of the night, carrying a stick and hitting dogs whenever we saw them.
They would be carried around in sacks, and sometimes they could be skinned and stewed in a pot of dog meat hotpot as a late-night snack."
Recalling the prosperous years of those years, Sun, who was about to retire, couldn't help but feel quite proud.
He originally wanted to brag about his "glorious record" of fighting against pack dogs.
Unexpectedly, just as he said this, he heard the faint sound of barking coming from the alley where the wild dog had been chased just now.
"Oh, do those two beasts dare to come back again?
They are asking for death."
Hearing that the two stupid dogs seemed to have left and returned again, Old Sun, who was worried about the lack of victory, was overjoyed for a moment.
He immediately grabbed the electric baton and stood up.
He also said, "Xiao Wang, you sit down first."
Come on, let’s see how powerful this dog-beating stick technique invented by me, old Sun, is.”
However, the next moment after standing up, the smile on Lao Sun's face froze.
Yellow dogs, black dogs, white dogs, mixed-haired dogs, huskies, Chihuahuas, native dogs, and black-backed dogs.
There are more than a dozen stray dogs of different heights, fatness, and thinness.
At this moment, they are jumping over the gutter and jumping up the steps with agility.
Walking around the rubbish pile, they arched their bodies in unison, roared lowly, put on a ferocious aura of staring at someone's pregnancy, and rushed toward Lao Sun from the depths of the alley.
The rows of sharp white teeth dripping with saliva, pairs of bloody dog eyes filled with violence, and dirty dog paws all glowed with a faint red light in the setting sun, as if they would be full in the next moment.
Drink the blood of your enemies Damn it, the two mad dogs who were injured just now came to take revenge with a large group of dog friends.
It has only been a few years since I personally hunted dogs.
When did these wild dogs become so organized?
Is there some kind of dog union?
Faced with such a surreal and terrifying crisis, Lao Sun only hesitated for a second before making an unusually decisive decision.
He turned around with great agility, thrust the electric baton into Wang Qiu's hand, who had not yet understood the situation, and said with all sincerity, "Comrade Xiao Wang, this time I have to trouble you to hold me up first."
Call for rescue and I will definitely treat you to hot pot tomorrow.
Now, I retreat and you cover."
The next moment, Lao Sun's legs seemed to be native to Kenya, like the most powerful antelope, flying towards the sunset.
Well, this is basically like pulling the grenade away from the ring of fire, stuffing it into the opponent's hand, and then explaining "sincerely": "Now is the time to make sacrifices.
For the sake of justice and victory, I retreat, you cover” And when Comrade Wang Qiu, the unlucky urban management intern, finally looked back and saw clearly the danger he was facing, he only had time to let out an extremely shrill wail, and had to explode with 300 combat power and fight to the death for his life.
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Fight: "Oh no" "Woof" "Ping ping ping ping pong crackling" Next, an unprecedentedly brutal and bloody battle between man and dog broke out on the messy Baicai Street.
And this is just the most insignificant one among the countless adventures that Wang Qiu is about to experience oshow7: