Fang Senyan nodded, then stood up and walked outside. 78 no pop-up window update fast, his calmness couldn't help but He Mama was frightened, and said urgently: "Big brother, where are you going" Fang Senyan turned his head slightly, and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, it's to get Xiaojun back.
Mother He was stunned, and waited for Fang Senyan to walk out before she suddenly said at a loss: "Why don't you even take a sip of water and leave?"
After listening to He's mother's description, Fang Senyan immediately judged that even if the Xinjiang man who forcibly sold Shaqima was not in the same party, he had a great connection with those kidnapping children.
Xiaojun is already a full eight and a half years old, if such a boy wants to take him away silently, then it is definitely not something that one person can do, at least it is estimated that unconventional means such as drugs are used in the violent process of gang crime.
The reason why the police are helpless when they encounter this kind of thing is because they have to do everything according to the legal system, pay attention to evidence, and it also involves ethnic minorities, which undoubtedly makes them even more restrained.
But Fang Senyan was unscrupulous, in fact, after he became a contractor, the rules and laws in the world had no binding force on him.
The place where He's mother had an accident is not too far from here, about three streets away.
As Fang Senyan walked, he looked for the kind of Xinjiang people who rode three-wheeled cars.
This kind of person is very common on the streets of Chongqing, and the characteristics are obvious.
After walking around the six streets, Fang Senyan found a bus stop selling "Shaqima" eagerly of Xinjiang people.
This Xinjiang man wears a melon skin hat on his head, his eyes are sly, he is about 40 years old, and he is speaking a clumsy Mandarin and even selling his own things, but unfortunately there is no one who is close to him, and he looks like he can't avoid it.
Fang Senyan stood by and watched coldly, and waited until there were fewer people on the platform after a few buses passed, and then he came up and said in a Henan dialect: "This snack is delicious, don't taste it, don't taste it," the Xinjiang man immediately patted his chest and swore to take a small piece for Fang Senyan to taste, Fang Senyan chewed a few mouthfuls and asked: "More money and a pound" The people of Xinjiang immediately said with joy on their faces: "Forty, Forty" Fang Senyan immediately covered his wallet and said distressedly: "It's too expensive, it's too expensive."
He waved his hand again and again to leave, but the Xinjiang people hadn't opened this morning, so he hurriedly grabbed Fang Senyan and said: "Where's the money?"
Fang Senyan was stunned and said: "What's the money?"
Xinjiang people are already confident: "Didn't you eat my cake just now, my cake was originally a piece, cut it for you to taste and cut it into pieces, no one else bought it, you have to buy all my cakes" Kou Fangsen shook his head like a rattle, turned around and left.
However, Xinjiang also came prepared, took out a whistle from his clothes, and as soon as he blew it, several companions immediately appeared around, some were still wearing dirty aprons for buying mutton skewers, and some were also pedaling a tricycle, pushing Fang Senyan and scolding at the same time, and gradually pushed it into a secluded corner with few people.
The Xinjiang man was directly blocked in front of Fang Senyan, holding a knife in his hand, and said viciously in half-baked Mandarin: "Cake, four hundred pieces, eight catties hurry up" This is also the shrewdness of these people, the cost price of Shaqima is at most five yuan a catty, and they forcibly sold it to Fang Senyan in the blink of an eye, which has increased tenfold.
And at this time, even if this situation is caught by the police, it is at most a forced buying and selling, in fact, what is the difference between these gangs and forced robbery Fang Senyan looked at the people around, suddenly raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed, revealing his snow-white teeth, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll buy it."
As soon as his words came out, his right fist had already smashed into the shoulder of this Xinjiang man like a heavy hammer, and at this moment, he could clearly hear the sound of a broken shoulder blade, and before he could utter a terrible cry of pain, Fang Senyan had already grabbed this person's neck and lifted him up.
He used him as a weapon and smashed two more accomplices.
At this time, a kebab guy came up from behind, and he seemed to be ruthless, carrying a boning knife for cutting mutton, Fang Senyan couldn't avoid it, and a poignant fresh knife was immediately added to his back But only the man who wielded the knife knew that he felt that the knife was almost like cutting into the tire of that kind of heavy pickup, and he only felt that after the blade entered the flesh, it was extremely obscure, and he almost had to use all the strength of his body to drag the knife edge.
And after Fang Senyan felt a pain in his vest, he immediately grabbed it with his backhand, his five fingers were like steel hooks, he pinched the knife with his bare hands, and snatched the knife with a twist.
At this time, these guys knew that they had encountered an iron plate, and the mutton skewers that hurt people with knives were the first to run, but Fang Senyan rushed up and kicked him directly to the opposite wall.
Usually there is a scolding sentence on the Internet called shooting you Y on the wall, Fang Senyan's foot is simply the same, after the mutton skewers came into close contact with the wall, he also posed with the word "out", and fell down facing the sky after a few seconds, it is estimated that it will not be able to slow down this strength in a few days.
At this time, this group of Xinjiang people were all wilted, and when they looked at each other, they estimated that they also regarded Fang Senyan as a threat in plainclothes, and suddenly shouted in Xinjiang dialect with high emotions, although Fang Senyan didn't understand what they were calling, but it is estimated that these people tried to turn the internal contradictions of this matter into national contradictions.
It seems that in normal times, as soon as this trick comes out, the police also have a big headache and have no good means for this group of sluts, but the only misjudgment of this group of people is that Fang Senyan is not a policeman at all, so he can be said to have no taboos when he does things, not to mention the national contradiction, or the contradiction between China and the United States, he will not be half of the eyelids.
Fang Senyan only used one movement to silence all the people present.
He shook his hand and slapped it, targeting the guy in the melon skin hat who screamed the most.
This slap seems to be an understatement, but the snap of life has made this guy spin 240 degrees in place, and a few blood-stained white teeth simply swept across the parabola in the air, and fell to the ground with a click, splashing a few puffs of dust.
The guy froze in place for a while, and a stream of blood flowed from the right earhole, like a slowly crawling snake, and then he collapsed directly to the ground.
"I'm not a police officer," Fang Senyan lowered his eyelids and said lightly.
"So don't fool me with that.
I'm here to find someone, and I'll leave as soon as I find someone.
None of the four Xinjiang people around the mouth were still standing, and they all looked up at Fang Senyan with a frightened look.
"Ten years ago, where was the Xinjiang boy who sold Shaqima here," Fang Senyan said coldly, while he was still holding a stack of red banknotes in his hand.
"Whoever tells me first, this 10,000 yuan is theirs."
The Xinjiang people glanced at each other, but still no one spoke.
Fang Senyan sighed and said: "Good."
The good word seemed to be still echoing in the air, Fang Senyan had already suddenly grabbed the hair of the nearest person in front of him, and slammed it the wall next to him, this impact was very violent, and the sound made directly made people's goosebumps rise out one by one.
There was no doubt that the unlucky child immediately fell into a deep coma, and Fang Senyan slowly let go of his hand, letting the bloody hair and scalp fall from the gaps between his fingers little by little.
A bloodthirsty mixture of cruelty welled up in his confinement: "Very well, I hope you can all keep your mouths shut.
Even if the four of you can keep your mouth shut, won't I catch the others and ask?"
Fang Senyan slowly squatted down, walked to the mutton skewers that were covering his stomach and inhaling cold air, and said lightly: "Ten days ago, where was the Xinjiang boy who sold Shaqima here" The pupils of the mutton skewers dilated instantly, and his hands nervously rubbed on the dirty apron: "That's Xiri Ahong, and now I'm going to the territory of the Liberation Monument."
Fang Senyan directly threw the 10,000 yuan in his face, and between the red banknotes flying, there was a cold voice: "Tell me everything you know, whoever dares to betray you here, I will be responsible for collecting his body."
The lamb skewer swallowed a mouthful of saliva and greedily picked up the scattered banknotes: "What do you want to know," Kou Fang Senyan said lightly: "Xiri Ahong, they must be abducting children, and one of my friends's children was taken away by them.
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I'm going to find this kid.
The mouth of the mutton skewer was stunned and said: "No, no, no, we don't do this, I heard that it's the business of the Henan Gang."
However, he immediately saw that Fang Senyan's face was gloomy, and he hurriedly changed his words: "But the people of Xiri Ahong are really beating the idea of children, is your friend's son disabled or pitiful at first glance?"
This mutton skewer looks like an old Jianghu, it looks like it just looks like a Xinjiang person, and now it is full of fluent Beijing films, and the standard is almost catching up with the announcer of the news network.
Fang Senyan was slightly stunned and said: "That kid has severe lupus erythematosus, and his classmates call him a leper dog, which should be quite pitiful."
"Then I didn't run" The mutton skewer slapped his thigh, obviously the sense of role substitution was quite strong, but he inadvertently touched the sore spot, and immediately bared his teeth: "Xiri Ahong's gang abducts this kind of child, trains them according to their physical disabilities, and then gets them to beg for food in other cities."
To be continued: