pertwk Chapter 232 Retreat!
Chapter 232 Retreat!
"Um--"
Zheng Zhiguo rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Director Zheng, the car is fixed, we can set off now," his subordinate reported excitedly.
Zheng Zhiguo sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, stunned. He lit a cigarette to come back to his senses, and without bothering to wash his face or brush his teeth, he got up and said, "Let's go, let's continue."
Last night.
They are top-notch runners.
When we reached the western part of Pengcheng, we were about to enter the territory of Dongguan.
It was already late at night, and everyone was tired, but in order to get to our destination as soon as possible, the car was moving fast.
It suddenly started raining on the highway, and the driver of the first car lost sight of it and crashed into the minibus in front of him.
Then, Zheng Zhiguo and his group's car, which was following behind, also rear-ended them.
Immediately afterwards, the car Zheng Zhiguo was in was rear-ended by the car behind.
A series of rear-end collisions occurred on the highway, involving eight vehicles in a row.
Fortunately, no one was hurt and everyone is fine, but the car suddenly stopped working.
The car was towed to the service area, where Zheng Zhiguo instructed the repair shop to work overnight to fix it.
It's inconvenient not having cars. These cars need to be driven back to Yuanshan County. The bureau is already poor, so we can't just throw them away.
His subordinates also suggested that they leave the car here and call a car to pick them up from the service area so they could go to Humen to find Zhou Dongliang's whereabouts.
But Zheng Zhiguo disagreed.
He was worried that taking a private vehicle would give him away, so he simply waited at the service area.
That's why things have gotten to this point.
The car was repaired, and we set off again.
After arriving in Humen, the group followed the directions given by Zhou Dongliang and went to Xinlian Village in Humen.
Number 222 has been found.
There is indeed a large mango tree at the entrance.
And there is indeed a small shop diagonally opposite.
Zheng Zhiguo and the others were overjoyed.
"Go unlock it."
Zheng Zhiguo gave the order, and one of his officers took out his tools.
Yes, they will open.
This is not a difficult task.
Just as I was about to open the door, a man's voice came from behind me: "What are you doing?"
The officers stopped what they were doing.
Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing behind them, wearing shorts and flip-flops, with a scruffy beard and a wary look in his eyes.
"We are police officers, investigating a case." Zheng Zhiguo flashed his identification and gestured to his men to continue opening the door.
The middle-aged man in flip-flops raised his hand and shouted, "Don't move!"
The officers stopped again.
The man in flip-flops walked to the door, blocked the lock with his body, and spread his arms to stop them: "You are police officers from Yuanshan County."
This is Humen.
"Did you contact the local police and obtain their permission before coming here to enforce the law?"
Zheng Zhiguo and the others were stunned for a moment. According to procedure, they should have reported to the local public security bureau first.
However, this operation was too unusual.
Zheng Zhiguo was worried about alerting the enemy, so this time he brought along some of the most trusted people in the bureau.
Even so, up to this moment, Zheng Zhiguo has not told his subordinates the true purpose of his trip.
This is all for the sake of ensuring that nothing goes wrong.
How can you report this in advance?
Zheng Zhiguo frowned, then his mind raced, and he smiled as he approached the man in flip-flops, offering him a cigarette: "Comrade, may I ask what you do for a living?"
"Never mind who I am. In broad daylight, you're acting suspiciously here. You claim to be police officers, but you're breaking into doors without the permission of the local public security bureau. As a citizen, I have the right to stop you."
The man in flip-flops looked righteous and sang grandly.
Zheng Zhiguo and his team couldn't find any points to refute.
Zheng Zhiguo forced a smile and said, "We are carrying out a special and urgent mission. Please step aside and do not obstruct our official duties."
"I won't let you in without the local police's permission, unless you call the local police station. If they agree, I'll let you in," the man in flip-flops said firmly.
One of Zheng Zhiguo's men couldn't stand it anymore: "Who do you think you are? Get out of the way, or you'll regret it!"
"Heh..." The man in flip-flops sneered, "You're not going to hold back, let me see."
Zheng Zhiguo gave a signal, and his two officers were about to take action.
The man in flip-flops gave a sly whistle, and several burly men suddenly sprang out from the alley behind him. They all looked like locals and were speaking the local dialect.
More and more people gathered, eventually numbering over twenty, and surrounded Zheng Zhiguo and his group.
Moreover, these people were carrying "weapons".
Shovels, hoes, harpoons, sickles, etc...
More and more people are still coming here.
Within two or three minutes, more than 40 people had gathered. The villagers narrowed the encirclement, surrounding Zheng Zhiguo and his group and pressing them closer.
"Director Zheng, what should we do?" his subordinate asked in a low voice.
Zheng Zhiguo felt a chill run down his spine.
Remembering that County Magistrate Chen was eagerly awaiting news from here at home, he couldn't care less about anything else.
He drew his gun immediately.
"Back off!"
Zheng Zhiguo shouted loudly.
The villagers dared not shrink the encirclement any further; they all stopped and looked at the man in flip-flops.
Zheng Zhiguo then realized that Zhou Xiangzhang had left people to guard the place, and the local police station had also been notified.
He turned his head and whispered to his subordinate, "Send a message to County Magistrate Chen to call for reinforcements."
The man in flip-flops took another step forward, and the villagers followed.
Zheng Zhiguo pointed at the man in flip-flops and shouted, "Don't move, or I'll shoot."
The man in flip-flops was not afraid at all: "How many bullets do you have? There are so many of us here, can you take them all out?"
Besides, do you dare to hit him?
"You're a police officer who came here illegally, how dare you shoot at us law-abiding citizens?!"
Spurred on by these words, the villagers continued to follow the man in flip-flops and approach him.
They were only three steps away from Zheng Zhiguo and the others.
In a hurry.
Zheng Zhiguo decisively fired a warning shot into the air.
With a loud bang.
Gunshots rang out over Xinlian Village.
Among the villagers were many bold and worldly-wise individuals, so they remained calm.
Some people, however, were frightened and took a step back.
The man in flip-flops, head held high, continued to approach, even bumping into Zheng Zhiguo's chest with his body: "Come on, hit me, hit me, hit me here!"
The man in flip-flops even pointed to his own head, further provoking the situation.