My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 435 I didn't intend to become Conan

Given Wei Dong's current status, he's no longer in a position to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

Several key construction workers in old military uniforms had already stood up and casually squeezed past these people from behind along the aisle, blocking the car door that had come from that direction.

He also glanced at the militia platoon leader who had already stood up and was blocking his way.

It was confirmed that the women were capable of solving the problem themselves.

Sure enough, Lao Geng and his group were also straight men of the titanium alloy steel type, without any concern that women could hold up half the sky.

While peeking out to watch the spectacle, they also discussed why the economy in this area was doing quite well.

Old Cheng knew this well: "Several coal mines with an annual output of 100,000 tons are contracting out operations. Last year, they even came to our area to promote their experience, saying that they had transformed loss-making and bankrupt coal mines into profitable ones. This year, I think I heard that they have started to dig like crazy and double their output..."

The construction team, who spends most of their time underground excavating, is very familiar with this kind of work: "State-owned coal mines are prone to losses because of the egalitarian system, but if they don't follow the safety regulations for state-owned coal mines, production accidents will occur."

In the blink of an eye, the militia platoon leader's sharp, demanding voice rang out: "Show some respect! I'm warning you, get out!"

Instead of scaring away these thugs, one of them arrogantly yelled at the figure leaning out from next door, "What are you looking at? Mind your own business, you stinking soldier!"

Besides, these people really don't look like anything special.

Construction soldiers are like the sweeping monks of the Bodhidharma Hall in Shaolin Temple, oblivious to the world around them, completely absorbed in cement and steel.

They didn't care about fashionable clothes at all. The overalls and T-shirts issued by their work unit were only good clothes for formal occasions; they wore these faded old military uniforms every day.

Hearing this, he looked down at his companion of more than ten or twenty years in disbelief, and his face turned angry at the harsh address.

People from two or three cabins came out after hearing the noise. Old Geng stubbed out his cigarette and got up with the deputy battalion commander and others.

The four men then realized that they were surrounded by burly figures in old military uniforms, especially the gray-haired military uniform that was pacing over from a distance, which exuded an imposing and intimidating aura.

He immediately showed a hint of panic, his bravado masking his inner fear: "What? What are you going to do?!"

If they immediately bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes at this point, maybe the matter would be dropped.

But whether it was due to ingrained arrogance or an inability to bow down under the disdainful gazes of several beautiful eyes, someone suddenly pulled something out of their waist...

Before he could utter any threatening words, everyone around him drew their guns and cocked them!
At this moment, Shen Laosan calmly raised his hand, took a picture with his camera.

They captured the frozen expressions of these normally unruly guys, now terrified.

Instinctively, they all raised their hands, their voices trembling: "No problem, no problem, comrades, don't be impulsive..."

They all cried.

There were at least seven or eight dark gun barrels surrounding them!

The female volleyball captain actually wields two guns in her left and right hands!

No wonder she comes from the place where the Double-Gun Granny fought.

Fortunately, the gunmen weren't nervous at all; they just reflexively looked at the shiny things they pulled out. What were those? Flashlights?

Holding the baby on the outside, Rang Weidong stood on tiptoe and said, "Oh dear, where did you get this stun gun? Xiao Feng put it on him. Don't touch the silver part in front, it has high voltage."

Security guards in later generations were very familiar with this thing, and it was quite popular for a while.

Wei Dong remembers that the 1980s and 1990s seemed to be the peak period, when there were more serious crimes committed by people traveling. Ordinary business people and salespersons did not have the means to carry guns.

As a result, there is a large market for various stun guns and portable stun devices!
As a result, many criminals also like to use this thing.

They don't make a sound when you touch them.

These are construction soldiers who work intensely on construction sites every day. From Lao Geng to the battalion commander and political commissar, they are all muscular and dark-skinned. Some of them who don't have guns don't hesitate to skillfully take down the enemy and order them to squat on the ground and cover their heads!

Then they removed the stun gun and passed it over.

Old Cheng stood to the side, reached out and took the product, examining it: "It's a product from the Xijing Provincial Police Equipment Factory, a third-tier factory. Their workmanship is subpar. Look at this flashlight wood; the craftsmanship is poor..."

As he spoke, he pressed the switch, and a series of crackling sparks appeared.

They almost beat Wei Dong up!

"Get out of the way quickly: Do you have the proper documentation for this thing? How can you just possess something so dangerous? Confiscated! Check the charging cable and everything else!"

They righteously declared their intention to recall and replicate the product!
Stone, beaming with delight, quietly approached and took the thing. He must love this kind of "high-tech" weapon that can achieve great results with little effort.

The construction soldiers immediately began searching him. At this moment, Shen Laosan suddenly spoke up: "The one on the left rear, focus on searching the one on the left rear near the window!"

Later, she secretly explained to Wei Dong that when the other party started to tease and flirt, this guy leaned back with a rather vicious expression, the kind of ruthless look that dared to take drastic measures.

According to her understanding, it means she has committed crimes or even murdered people.

The guy immediately struggled violently and tried desperately to jump up and run away!
He was grabbed by the hand and pinned to the ground by two or three people like steel clamps. Just as the other three were about to do something in the chaos, the cold muzzle of a gun was already pressed against his head.

And when he tried to resist, the pistol handle slammed into his head, instantly causing his head to bleed profusely! Then, incredibly, they pulled out a box of ampoule-sized injections of anesthetic from the man's faux leather briefcase!
There were also some miscellaneous jewelry, money and food coupons, and a whole bunch of various car and train tickets. They even found a gleaming short blade on his back.

Everyone realized there might be a problem, so without saying a word, they untied the belts and ropes and tied the hands and feet of the people together. Someone went to notify the train police.

The plastic factory manager skillfully ordered the people to be separated and each person to be put into a separate sleeping cubicle for interrogation!

It turns out that he used to be the head of the security department at the Xishan General Factory, and he had a lot of experience training and dealing with people at the police station.

Moreover, the fact that these people remained silent after being separated only proved that there was something wrong.

The four men, in particular, were empty-handed, with no luggage except for this bag, but they had a total of two or three thousand yuan in cash.

Even a salesperson wouldn't act like that.

The train police and conductor arrived but found nothing wrong. Passengers with short-distance hard seats passed through this carriage without any theft.

We can only wait until the next major station to hand it over to the bureau for review.

They certainly wouldn't object to a bunch of soldiers and comrades from military factories arbitrarily detaining petty thieves; they'd even thank them for helping maintain order.

Instead of exchanging pleasantries, Wei Dong picked up the baby and arranged the bus and train tickets in the bag according to time and location, discovering they were scattered throughout the surrounding area.

Trains outside have begun to frequently enter and exit the tunnel, which is a signal that they are about to break through the mountains surrounding the Sichuan Basin and enter the northwest region.

In fact, this important railway line leading in and out of Sichuan passes right at the junction of three or four provinces.

Last spring, Wei Dong had driven along this route back from Pingjing with fuel, which gave him a general sense of the location.

He gestured for Mao to bring him the atlas he had taken on his business trips.

Old Cheng followed the peek and said, "They take the train, then a car, traveling through small towns, and then take the train back here. They've come three or four times in the last six months. Are they going to buy coal to sell?"

Without even looking up, Wei Dong said, "Look at how idle they are. Do they look like people who do sales? And they didn't spend the two or three thousand yuan in cash they had in the coal-producing area, but took it with them? Three or five hundred each, and the one with the knife and the leader had a thousand. If this isn't some kind of spoils-sharing scheme, I'll write the word 'Let's' backwards."

In fact, he already had a vague answer in his heart.

In this era, most people are still simple and honest, and due to limited information, they haven't encountered so many shocking cases.

In later generations, watching short videos or various online gossip and analyses of major cases became quite entertaining.

What caught Wei Dong's attention was the several anesthetics in the medicine box, as well as the stun gun. He carried the already sleeping child over and handed it to Ram.

As he walked by, he picked out the one who looked the dirtiest: "They confessed that you were in charge of negotiating compensation with the factory, and you were the one who did the dirty work. You're the main culprit. What's your name?"

Several construction soldiers maintained their composure, reaching out to firmly pin the man down. He struggled violently for a moment, then roared furiously, "It was that guy surnamed Zhou who went to negotiate! He was the one who came up with the idea and led the way..."

His chin was immediately covered tightly from behind.

Once you get them to open their mouths, you don't have to worry about them corroborating each other's statements.

The construction soldiers tore open the other person's clothes and stuffed them into his mouth.

With admiration, he watched as the leader retreated into the aisle, entered the small, sinister-looking leader's cubicle, squatted down, and asked, "Old Zhou, they all say you were in charge of this whole thing. Do you have anything to say?"

This short man was the one who put up a truly desperate fight: "I don't know what they were saying, we just met them on the road..."

Wei Dong simply confirmed the guy's identity, smiled and gestured for him to shut up as well, then turned to the guy who was touching the stun gun: "You heard the shouting just now, right? How many did you kill? If you don't explain now, they'll all pin it on you."

The one with only 500 yuan on him was obviously impulsive and couldn't be the main culprit. The main reason was that we heard that shout.

He must have believed his accomplice's confession: "Everyone who joined the gang had to be killed. They were all drugged by someone surnamed Sun and then smashed on the head with a lump of coal..." As he spoke, he began to tremble uncontrollably!
The construction workers here were completely dumbfounded!
kill?
Are these murderers?

But more importantly, it's about the expression on their own boss's face; it's probably similar to the kind of worship they have for Conan!
Wei Dong had a vague idea of ​​what was going on ever since he heard that the area was rich in coal mines.

These people were dressed like ordinary passersby, neither dirty nor particularly high-end, which didn't match their filthy faces and hair.

Walking in the sleeper car was already a bit of an uphill climb, but their expressions didn't seem like those of people from the lower class who had never seen the world.

The most important thing is still that box of anesthetic injections.

Anyone who has frequently committed murder knows that it's really not easy to kill someone with a single blow when you hit them with a stone; you might hit them many times and they'd still be alive and kicking.

Especially when using coal-bearing ore, even after it's been crushed into coal slag, people might still be conscious.

So it was indeed mentioned in major cases that in these kinds of cases where people are killed in mines or underground and have to pay compensation, experienced criminals would use anesthetics to knock the person unconscious before killing them!

When safety accidents occur in coal mines or similar places, people are eager to settle the matter privately with relatives and fellow villagers, quickly cremate the body, and pretend it never happened.

So a group of people would lure innocent people into the mines and kill them without fail.

This method really killed a lot of people in the 80s and 90s!

(End of this chapter)