You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 319 Arresting People! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
2 p.m.

The stage was dismantled, and all the items were gathered up and loaded onto trucks.

The two cars slowly drove toward the highway outside the town.

The van was in front, with four people inside, and the small truck followed behind, also with four people inside.

The van contained the core members of the troupe.

A burly man named Gangzi was operating the steering wheel with one hand and drinking a bottle of Wahaha liquor with the other.

Five cans in a row, each with a straw inserted.

Besides him, the troupe leader sitting in the passenger seat, along with the three main performers in the back, were also drinking Wahaha.

The actress playing Wang Baochuan, still wearing her makeup, complained, "I've been drinking Wahaha all the way here, and they keep throwing eggs at me. This town is so poor, they don't even have a thousand yuan to throw at me."

Gangzi said, "Sister Feng, we don't rely on this to make money. Let's wait until this job is done..."

The troupe leader raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't you have any sense of risk? Can you shut up and drive your car!"

Gangzi complained, "Brother Qiang, there are no outsiders in this car, I was just saying it."

"If you hadn't provoked that old guy, we wouldn't be leaving now, damn it."

"He's just a thief, why be afraid of him? If you ask me, just tie him up and kill him."

"Are we in the business of murder?" The troupe leader, nicknamed "Brother Qiang," smacked him on the back of the head again. "Murder is punishable by death, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Qiang took a puff of Wahaha and turned to look behind him.

"Jun'er, is the sheep on the truck properly tied up?"

"Don't worry, Brother Qiang, he's taken his medicine and is asleep."

"Is it breathable?"

"Can't die."

Brother Qiang nodded, pondering, "I think we shouldn't be penny-wise and pound-foolish. Let's just send the sheep to the sheepfold and stop building the stage, since we won't make any money anyway."

The woman named 'Sister Feng' said, 'Qiangzi is right. Every time we go out, we carry big bags and small bags, and we even have to sing for old men until our voices are hoarse.'

I heard that in the north, they use selling fried dough twists as a front. They just have a small truck and travel all over the country. It only takes two people to do it.

The truck was designed with a breathable partition underneath. Once a sheep was caught, it could be stuffed into the partition without anyone noticing.

"Qiangzi, there are eight of us, divided into four groups. How many sheep do you think we can catch in a month? How much money can we make? It's much better than performing in the opera."

Gangzi slapped the steering wheel: "Sister Feng is right, I think it's a good idea. We need to change our strategy. We can't keep using opera as a pretext, it's too eye-catching."

Jun'er glanced at him and said, "You can make twisted dough sticks?"

"We can learn it, it's not difficult."

"You have a narrow perspective."

Jun'er pulled a schoolbag out from under the seat and handed it to Qiang Ge.

Qiang Ge took it in his hand, placed it on his lap, and with a 'whoosh,' unzipped it.

Fengjie and Gangzi went over to take a look and found that the room was full of loose banknotes, as well as watches, gold earrings, and other items.

Sister Feng's eyes widened: "Where did this money come from? So much money?"

Jun'er raised his head and replied, "You guys set up a stage and put on a show to attract people, and Qiang and I searched around the nearby houses and found a lot of good stuff."

Brother Qiang said, "In our line of work, we have to keep up with the times and not just do one deal."

Gangzi asked curiously, "Brother Qiang, when did you learn how to pry open doors?"

"I learned it from Shi Qian."

"Who is Shi Qian? Where does he work? Do I know him?"

Jun'er scoffed, "Get the hell out of here! You don't even know Shi Qian? Have you ever read Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

Gangzi scratched the back of his head: "I know about the Three Kingdoms, so what?"

"Shi Qian is a character from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

Hearing this, Brother Qiang sighed. The team is uneducated and difficult to lead.

He ignored the two idiots and handed a pair of gold earrings to Sister Feng in the back seat.

Sister Feng accepted it with a smile: "Oh my, this must be worth a fortune!"

"Money is not a problem," Qiang said leisurely, his eyes reflecting both his pursuit of art and his regret.

"I believe that no matter what business we do, we must not lose this traditional craft."

This Bangzi opera originated in the Western Zhou Dynasty and was left to us by our ancestors. Although this art form has declined, we cannot lose our traditional culture.

In the Northwest, we old Qin people listen to Bangzi opera. Once we've earned enough money, we must establish our own troupe and promote this art form, just like Henan opera and Cantonese opera in the south.”

Sister Feng happily put on the gold earrings: "We'll do whatever the troupe leader says. We'll all listen to you."

Jun'er said, "I will always follow the troupe leader and carry forward our traditional culture."

Gangzi looked at the bag of money, what else could he say?

He licked his lips and smiled, "I'm willing to do anything as long as it makes money."

Brother Qiang nodded with satisfaction: "Don't mention selling fried dough twists again. There's no artistic merit to it at all."

Before long, Gangzi saw six people standing in the middle of the road ahead, holding steel rods and slinging them over their shoulders, looking quite nonchalant.

"Damn it, we've run into robbers."

Qiang took a quick look and realized that the person standing in the middle was none other than the thief from this afternoon.

I thought the matter was settled after they paid me 500 yuan, but I didn't expect there to be more to come.

"Gangzi, you've caused this mess!"

Gangzi pulled a machete from under his seat: "What are you afraid of? Let's take them down!"

"Don't be impulsive. If we really fight, we'll all be doomed. Jun'er, you get out of the car with me, the rest of you stay in the car."

Qiang picked up his briefcase, unzipped it, pulled out a pistol, and tucked it into his lower back.

He opened the car door and walked forward calmly.

Jun'er, who is 1.8 meters tall, followed closely behind him.

Seeing this, the six people in front immediately stepped forward. Brother Qiang clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Brother, what's your explanation?"

Yao Weihua acted like a complete idiot, pointing into the car.

“I won’t cause you any trouble. You’re a good friend, so I’ll call you brother. But the guy who slapped me today, I’ll make him get out of the car.”

"Isn't that unnecessary? We've already paid the money."

“It’s not about the money. I’m not asking you for money. That son of a bitch needs to be slapped, or you’re not leaving.”

Brother Qiang squinted: "Not giving me face?"

Yao Weihua said arrogantly, "I'll give you face, but I won't give him face. Either you leave him here, or you can leave immediately, and I won't stop you."

Jun'er cursed, "You motherfucker..."

Qiang Ge immediately stopped him and said to Yao Weihua, "Brother, just say it, how much money do you want?"

"Damn it, it's not about the money. Didn't I tell you? When have people from the underworld ever talked about money? Leave the people here, and you can leave!"

As Yao Weihua spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The people sitting in the vans and trucks didn't dare to get out.

A group of people crept up from behind and hid behind the truck. Cat was lifting the tarpaulin and peeking inside.

At this moment, Brother Qiang had already moved his hand behind his thigh, and he asked, word by word, "So there's nothing to talk about?"

"Stop talking about your mother!"

Yao Weihua rushed forward in a few steps, stretched out his hands, and hugged the other person's waist, effectively trapping the other person's hands as well, and pulled both of them to the ground.

"Dry!"

Jun'er was just about to make a move.

The five people behind Yao Weihua rushed forward and tackled him to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Gangzi, who was sitting in the car, and several people in the car behind him opened their car doors, jumped out, and ran towards them, each holding a machete.

"Fuck you all, kill them!"

"Brothers, come on!"

At this moment, Yao Weihua touched something on the other man's waist, and Qiang Ge was also struggling to take it out.

Yao Weihua shouted loudly, "There are guns! There are guns!"

Immediately afterwards, a group of uniformed police officers, all carrying guns, rushed out from behind the truck.

"Hands on your head!"

"do not move!"

"Police, cover your head!"

"Don't run! If you run any further, they'll shoot!"

The men who jumped out of the car hesitated for a moment. In that brief moment, Gangzi, the boldest of them all, was about to slash at one of the men surrounding him.

Immediately afterwards, his knee was kicked hard.

The kick was so powerful that he immediately knelt on the ground.

A pistol was quickly pressed against the back of his head: "Move, or I'll shoot you dead!"

Yang Jinwen used his other hand to snatch the machete from his hand, pressed his knee against the man's back, and flipped his hand to place the back of the knife across the man's neck.

He picked up the gun and looked around.

Although there were many police officers rushing out, they couldn't stop these people from running away, and several of them were trying to break through to the field ridges on the side of the road.

The woman playing Wang Baochuan ran the fastest, without removing her makeup or headdress, the gold hairpin in her hair swaying back and forth.

Yang Jinwen raised his gun and fired two shots into the sky.

"Bang! Bang!"

The intense gunfire erupted, causing the fleeing men to clutch their heads and shudder.

"Don't run! Anyone who tries to run will be shot!"

Cat shouted as he caught up with someone, kicked the person hard in the back, and then pressed the gun against the person's head.

Qi Bin was even more ruthless. He launched a flying tackle, pinning the man to the sweet potato field, and then repeatedly elbowed him in the neck.

Within minutes, the situation was completely under control.

Yang Jinwen called out, "Sister Cai, get in the car!"

Cai Ting put away her gun and asked two people to pull open the tarpaulin on the truck.

The trunk of the car was filled with props for the performance, piled up to the brim.

Several people threw their things on the ground, clearing a path, and headed straight for the innermost part of the carriage.

She came to a screen, moved it aside, and saw two burlap sacks in the corner.

Seemingly hearing the commotion outside, one of the sacks moved slightly.

There was a hole, about the size of a fist and the size of a small hole, on the side of the sack, as if a pair of eyes were watching outside.

Cai Ting's heart tightened. She called over two policemen, and the three of them squatted down, lifted the sack, and then untied the rope on top.

Then they saw the terrified expressions on the two boys' faces.

They were only four or five years old, their faces were dirty, and they were trembling with fear.

Their mouths were taped shut, and their hands and feet were bound with rope.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a police officer, I'm here to rescue you."

Cai Ting reached out and gently peeled the tape off the children's mouths, then touched their faces.

She stood up, walked out of the carriage, jumped off, and shouted to Yang Jinwen and the others, "Captain Yang, there are two boys on the train."

Yang Jinwen nodded, turned around, and kicked Gangzi in the back.

Yao Weihua grabbed Qiang Ge's hair and yanked him up hard.

"Fuck your mothers! Kneel down, all of you kneel down!"

(End of this chapter)