City Marshal

it rained today.

The rain was so heavy that no one would have imagined that there would be such a heavy rain in the capital in September.

Chutian didn't think about it either, so he quickly parked the jeep at the entrance of the Misty Bar, then slipped in, and closed the wooden door casually, shutting out all the torrential rain in the capital. Hu Biao and the others were fighting for landlords on the second floor. Seeing Chutian come back, he smiled slightly, and then continued to play cards lively. No matter how severe the situation, no matter how bad the weather was, they could not stop them from having a moment of joy during the short break.

Entering the Sensation Bar, Chu Tian took off his windbreaker made of deep black velvet and hung it on a hanger made of sandalwood branches on the left. When he turned around, he had already picked up a green wine glass with green bamboo leaves in his right hand .

It is a rare pleasure to drink two sips of wine in such weather.

Chu Tian was holding Zhuyeqing, lazily lying on the window-side sofa of the Sensation Bar, and the green wine glass contained light blue Zhuyeqing.

The exquisite, gorgeous and warm room, and the sweet and sweet wine have completely dispelled the coldness in his body.

But Chutian suddenly felt very tired and even a little lonely.

Fang Qing and Sting Tou brought two batches of fresh blood to train in foreign military camps. Chu Tian was unusually leisurely on the surface. Fighting everywhere; secretly, he paid attention to all aspects of information in the capital, especially the movements of the Tiger Gang and the Black Dragon Society. As for the heads worth hundreds of millions, he was not too worried about the fact that the chief surgeon secretly cleaned up the killers.

He is very picky about everything, and everything he does is carefully planned, and he will never waste a little effort, and he will never be negligent, because he knows that negligence is blood, and carelessness is life.

After 200 days, Chutian still felt a sense of accomplishment. After more than a dozen consecutive nights of operations, the number of Shuaijun has expanded to more than [-] people. They are all strong and strong men. There is still a huge gap between the Black Dragon Club and them, but for Chutian, [-] people is enough, and it is never difficult to win with fewer.

From the helpless submission at the beginning, to the sincere admiration later on, Gu Jianhua is now completely determined.

When Chutian was doing these things unscrupulously, the Tiger Gang and the Black Dragon would naturally know about it, but Chutian didn't take it to heart, because before the end of the National People's Congress, they would not attack him aggressively, so he had to take advantage of it. At this point of time, quickly expand your power to fight against the coming black cloud.

"Bang, bang, bang." The glass next to the window was smashed suddenly, and several earth-made Molotov cocktails were thrown in, scattered on the floor of the Sensual Bar, and immediately spread when they encountered combustible objects. Hu Biao and the others reacted very quickly. Quickly ran down the stairs, some people were looking for fire extinguishers to put out the fire, and some people chased out the door to check.

Chu Tian didn't panic from the beginning to the end, he gently shook the wine, and lay on the sofa in the most comfortable position, as if everything in front of him was none of his business.

Hu Biao led people to chase them out of the door, only to see a white car with a face leaving quickly. Hu Biao did not catch up, but turned back, walked up to Chutian, and said, "A white car is leaving. The unlicensed face car is heading down the street."

Chu Tian nodded, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said lightly: "Brother Jianhua, a white unlicensed van is driving towards you, intercept it for me, if there is any resistance, leave one behind." Live, and kill the rest."

Chu Tian stretched himself, put down the wine glass, and said to Hu Biao and the others: "Don't rush to clean up the glass on the ground, let the troublemaker solve it by himself."

Hu Biao is more and more admiring of Chutian's ingenuity. Chutian had already expected that someone would come to the Misty Tavern to do some dirty things, so he had already made preparations, let Chang Ge and Gu Jianhua lead nearly a hundred brothers to each other in the street. Wei Street found a place to settle down, forming a three-way echo, so this group of people thought they could just leave after throwing the Molotov cocktails, which was really naive.

More than ten minutes later, Gu Jianhua led a dozen men, escorted a few guys with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes into the Misty Tavern, threw them on the ground, and said, "Young commander, these are the four people in the white unlicensed van. They surrendered."

Chu Tian looked at the people on the ground and said calmly, "You threw the Molotov cocktail?"

"No, no, we never did it." The leader shouted: "We were just passing by, and you arrested the wrong person."

Chu Tian smiled lightly, raised his head and said to Hu Biao, "Hu Biao, ask if they have gasoline in their hands, and if they have, cut it off for me."

Just as Hu Biao nodded, the people on the ground seemed to be burned, hid their hands, and quickly said back: "It's us, it's us."

Chu Tian stretched his waist and made a look at Hu Biao. Hu Biao nodded knowingly, led a few people up and kicked them over, and beat the guys who set fire to the bar until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. , and then pulled it in front of Chutian.

Chu Tian sighed softly, and said lightly, "Remember, if you lie again, they won't beat you, but kill you."

Although Chutian's tone was very flat, several people on the ground felt chills, and nodded involuntarily and said, "Don't lie, don't lie."

Chu Tian suddenly shouted: "Why did you set fire?"

"Pohou asked us to do it." The leader was taken aback by Chutian, and quickly opened his mouth to reveal his knowledge: "He gave us five thousand each, let us throw a few Molotov cocktails in, and said that now It's raining heavily, nothing serious will happen."

Chu Tian raised his eyes slightly, and his voice became calm: "Who is Pohou? Where is he?"

"He's a pickpocket on Heping Street. He lives on Heping Street. He's still waiting for us to eat hot pot." One of the insiders quickly said it out. One word: "He told us that the Misty Bar had lost his face, so give the Misty Bar some color."

Chu Tian glanced at them, knowing that they were not lying, but this Pohou is too strange, the Misty Bar has not opened for almost a month, and he lost face?How can he be so generous, spending tens of thousands of dollars to ask someone to set fire to the bar?How much money can he have as a pickpocket, there must be someone behind him.

The rain outside was getting heavier and colder, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Pohou is cooking beef at a hot pot restaurant, but his expression is absent-minded. He has caught a piece of beef several times but has not caught it. He is thinking to himself why the person who does the work has not come back. After making an appointment to eat hot pot here, could something happen? ?

Po Hou put the half-cooked beef into his mouth, and just after chewing a few times, a handsome young man sat down and looked at him with a faint smile, which made his heart stand up. Wiping the drops of water off his face with a tissue, he said calmly, "Are you a Pohou?"

Pohou is not an idiot. Seeing that the expected person did not arrive, but an unfamiliar face appeared, he immediately put down his chopsticks, shook his head and said, "Brother, I am not a Pohou, you have mistaken me." Then he shouted to the boss: "Boss!" , Pay the bill."

"It's raining to bury the corpses." Chu Tian picked up disposable chopsticks, stirred in the steaming hot pot for a while, picked up a springy beef ball, and said calmly: "I just buried five corpses and an unlicensed white van. gone."

Pohou's expression froze for an instant, and the muscles on his face became stiff. Fear and pain intertwined, but he still didn't turn his head to look at Chutian. He suddenly felt that he was going to let him do things that he couldn't control. identity, to keep his property and life.

The owner of the hotpot restaurant never came over, but a few burly men came and dragged Pohou effortlessly and threw him into the heavy rain. Pohou had just stood up when Hu Biao had already kicked him in the knee , let him fall into the rain again, and stepped on his back.

Chu Tian looked at the monkey struggling in the muddy water, and said calmly: "Rain not only makes people clear-headed, but also makes people meet each other calmly." It's raining today.

The rain was so heavy that no one would have imagined that there would be such a heavy rain in the capital in September.

Chutian didn't think about it either, so he quickly parked the jeep at the entrance of the Misty Bar, then slipped in, and closed the wooden door casually, shutting out all the torrential rain in the capital. Hu Biao and the others were fighting for landlords on the second floor. Seeing Chutian come back, he smiled slightly, and then continued to play cards lively. No matter how severe the situation, no matter how bad the weather was, they could not stop them from having a moment of joy during the short break.

Entering the Sensation Bar, Chu Tian took off his windbreaker made of deep black velvet and hung it on a hanger made of sandalwood branches on the left. When he turned around, he had already picked up a green wine glass with green bamboo leaves in his right hand .

It is a rare pleasure to drink two sips of wine in such weather.

Chu Tian was holding Zhuyeqing, lazily lying on the window-side sofa of the Sensation Bar, and the green wine glass contained light blue Zhuyeqing.

The exquisite, gorgeous and warm room, and the sweet and sweet wine have completely dispelled the coldness in his body.

But Chutian suddenly felt very tired and even a little lonely.

Fang Qing and Sting Tou brought two batches of fresh blood to train in foreign military camps. Chu Tian was unusually leisurely on the surface. Fighting everywhere; secretly, he paid attention to all aspects of information in the capital, especially the movements of the Tiger Gang and the Black Dragon Society. As for the heads worth hundreds of millions, he was not too worried about the fact that the chief surgeon secretly cleaned up the killers.

He is very picky about everything, and everything he does is carefully planned, and he will never waste a little effort, and he will never be negligent, because he knows that negligence is blood, and carelessness is life.

After 200 days, Chutian still felt a sense of accomplishment. After more than a dozen consecutive nights of operations, the number of Shuaijun has expanded to more than [-] people. They are all strong and strong men. There is still a huge gap between the Black Dragon Club and them, but for Chutian, [-] people is enough, and it is never difficult to win with fewer.

From the helpless submission at the beginning, to the sincere admiration later on, Gu Jianhua is now completely determined.

When Chutian was doing these things unscrupulously, the Tiger Gang and the Black Dragon would naturally know about it, but Chutian didn't take it to heart, because before the end of the National People's Congress, they would not attack him aggressively, so he had to take advantage of it. At this point of time, quickly expand your power to fight against the coming black cloud.

"Bang, bang, bang." The glass next to the window was smashed suddenly, and several earth-made Molotov cocktails were thrown in, scattered on the floor of the Sensual Bar, and immediately spread when they encountered combustible objects. Hu Biao and the others reacted very quickly. Quickly ran down the stairs, some people were looking for fire extinguishers to put out the fire, and some people chased out the door to check.

Chu Tian didn't panic from the beginning to the end, he gently shook the wine, and lay on the sofa in the most comfortable position, as if everything in front of him was none of his business.

Hu Biao led people to chase them out of the door, only to see a white car with a face leaving quickly. Hu Biao did not catch up, but turned back, walked up to Chutian, and said, "A white car is leaving. The unlicensed face car is heading down the street."

Chu Tian nodded, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said lightly: "Brother Jianhua, a white unlicensed van is driving towards you, intercept it for me, if there is any resistance, leave one behind." Live, and kill the rest."

Chu Tian stretched himself, put down the wine glass, and said to Hu Biao and the others: "Don't rush to clean up the glass on the ground, let the troublemaker solve it by himself."

Hu Biao is more and more admiring of Chutian's ingenuity. Chutian had already expected that someone would come to the Misty Tavern to do some dirty things, so he had already made preparations, let Chang Ge and Gu Jianhua lead nearly a hundred brothers to each other in the street. Wei Street found a place to settle down, forming a three-way echo, so this group of people thought they could just leave after throwing the Molotov cocktails, which was really naive.

More than ten minutes later, Gu Jianhua led a dozen men, escorted a few guys with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes into the Misty Tavern, threw them on the ground, and said, "Young commander, these are the four people in the white unlicensed van. They surrendered."

Chu Tian looked at the people on the ground and said calmly, "You threw the Molotov cocktail?"

"No, no, we never did it." The leader shouted: "We were just passing by, and you arrested the wrong person."

Chu Tian smiled lightly, raised his head and said to Hu Biao, "Hu Biao, ask if they have gasoline in their hands, and if they have, cut it off for me."

Just as Hu Biao nodded, the people on the ground seemed to be burned, hid their hands, and quickly said back: "It's us, it's us."

Chu Tian stretched his waist and made a look at Hu Biao. Hu Biao nodded knowingly, led a few people up and kicked them over, and beat the guys who set fire to the bar until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. , and then pulled it in front of Chutian.

Chu Tian sighed softly, and said lightly, "Remember, if you lie again, they won't beat you, but kill you."

Although Chutian's tone was very flat, several people on the ground felt chills, and nodded involuntarily and said, "Don't lie, don't lie."

Chu Tian suddenly shouted: "Why did you set fire?"

"Pohou asked us to do it." The leader was taken aback by Chutian, and quickly opened his mouth to reveal his knowledge: "He gave us five thousand each, let us throw a few Molotov cocktails in, and said that now It's raining heavily, nothing serious will happen."

Chu Tian raised his eyes slightly, and his voice became calm: "Who is Pohou? Where is he?"

"He's a pickpocket on Heping Street. He lives on Heping Street. He's still waiting for us to eat hot pot." One of the insiders quickly said it out. One word: "He told us that the Misty Bar had lost his face, so give the Misty Bar some color."

Chu Tian glanced at them, knowing that they were not lying, but this Pohou is too strange, the Misty Bar has not opened for almost a month, and he lost face?How can he be so generous, spending tens of thousands of dollars to ask someone to set fire to the bar?How much money can he have as a pickpocket, there must be someone behind him.

The rain outside was getting heavier and colder, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Pohou is cooking beef at a hot pot restaurant, but his expression is absent-minded. He has caught a piece of beef several times but has not caught it. He is thinking to himself why the person who does the work has not come back. After making an appointment to eat hot pot here, could something happen? ?

Po Hou put the half-cooked beef into his mouth, and just after chewing a few times, a handsome young man sat down and looked at him with a faint smile, which made his heart stand up. Wiping the drops of water off his face with a tissue, he said calmly, "Are you a Pohou?"

Pohou is not an idiot. Seeing that the expected person did not arrive, but an unfamiliar face appeared, he immediately put down his chopsticks, shook his head and said, "Brother, I am not a Pohou, you have mistaken me." Then he shouted to the boss: "Boss!" , Pay the bill."

"It's raining to bury the corpses." Chu Tian picked up disposable chopsticks, stirred in the steaming hot pot for a while, picked up a springy beef ball, and said calmly: "I just buried five corpses and an unlicensed white van. gone."

Pohou's expression froze for an instant, and the muscles on his face became stiff. Fear and pain intertwined, but he still didn't turn his head to look at Chutian. He suddenly felt that he was going to let him do things that he couldn't control. identity, to keep his property and life.

The owner of the hotpot restaurant never came over, but a few burly men came and dragged Pohou effortlessly and threw him into the heavy rain. Pohou had just stood up when Hu Biao had already kicked him in the knee , let him fall into the rain again, and stepped on his back.

Chu Tian looked at the monkey struggling in the muddy water, and said calmly: "Rain not only clears up people's minds, but also makes people meet calmly."