Chapter 1138: The beginning of the collision

On Langming Street, Xinyuan District, on the street outside the Minfeng Home Community, Baojun took the phone and asked softly, "Uncle, I'm already here, and I have brought my things."
"Send things, tell everyone about the request, and be polite." Liu Zishu carried the box lunch and said softly, "Anyway, you will be responsible for Langming Street, and the people over there will be yours."
"Okay, uncle, I understand what you mean." Bao Jun nodded.
"Okay, call me if you have something to do."
"that is it."
After speaking, the two ended the call.
In the Tiancheng Group Building, Liu Zishu quickly grabbed two lunches, picked up another ringing phone, frowned and asked, "How's your situation there, have things been posted? Oh, then you tell Zhang Liang's people, Pingdao District There are also two shifts, and you can get some subsidies at night. Oh, yes, you go back to the pharmaceutical group to pull a few carts of medicines, and match some gauze, medical supplies, and ingredients for the treatment of trauma to the leader. Send it out. Once there is any conflict, people on the street can use it. Yes, be more intimate. Okay, that's it."
On the sofa at the door, Ma Lao Er, who was too late to eat, loosened his collar and said, "Guzi, you can reply to the two private hospitals in Kaiyuan District. Yes, the price is okay, but they have to leave enough surgical clinics. , There is also a ward. Once something happens here, people can get treatment if they get past. Hmm, well, I will say hello to the pharmaceutical group later, and there will be a certain discount period for the medicines supplied to them. Oh, yes, you say hello to the people in the clothing factory, the military coat needs to be paid for, there is not enough on the road."
The noise in Songjiang is so loud that it seems to be boiling, but in fact this kind of boiling also means that natural energy is being consumed all the time. Money is definitely the first hard foundation, but it is not enough to support "actions" of this scale. At this time, it became clear that Ma Lao Er played a role in the team that no one else could do. His social skills on the ground and the thickness of his connections are not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the sky.
After making a few phone calls, Ma Lao Er hurriedly opened the lunch box and started to eat.
"The arrangements for tonight are finished, and the number of people will be more than yesterday." Liu Zishu walked over with a water bottle and said, "Would you like to try tonight and walk to the State Administration Office?"
"Let's wait and see." Ma Lao Er waved his hand. "There is a noise outside, saying that Fengbei wants to use external personnel to solve the problem of Songjiang's insufficient police force. Let's take a look at the response first."
"Also," Liu Zishu nodded "Then I won't go to the ground tonight."
"Well, let's get some sleep later." Ma Lao Er glanced down at the lunch box, and immediately raised his head and said, "I'm tired, just fix this meal?! I will pay for everyone to add a meal to the clerk to find A better restaurant, give us scheduled meals."
"thank you boss!"
"Second brother Niu b!"
"...!"
Dozens of people in the house immediately clapped their hands and applauded.
"Di Lingling!"
When Ma Lao Er was smiling, suddenly his cell phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID, and immediately got up and said, "I'll go out and take a call."
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The Minfeng Home Community is an investment funded by the Xinyuan District Council to build low-cost housing for the residents of the district. This kind of community was put together a few years ago and was collectively called the Relief Agency compound. But Lao Li felt that the three characters of the Relief Agency were somewhat discriminatory to the people, and it sounded unpleasant. Therefore, the houses sponsored by the government here basically use the words Min'an, Minfeng, and Popular Hope, which are intangible. China also took care of the sentiments of the people from outside the district.
The compound was slightly crowded and several trucks stalled. Baojun immediately waved his hands and shouted, "The cars can't stay for too long. Come here, let's take a hand, quickly unload the things, and everyone will divide them."
"What are they all?" A middle-aged person in the fifth room of the Wang family asked with a smile.
"We have military coats, cotton shoes, food and everything." Bao Jun replied politely. "It was originally two cars, but Langming Street is in the center. It's hard work, so I asked for another car. "
"Then I will thank you for the big guy, Xiaojun."
"You're welcome, Brother Qun, I'll be responsible here from now on, just tell me what you have to do." Bao Jun smiled back.
"Hao Le." Brother Qun nodded and immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, hurry up, take everything to the warehouse."
"Brother Qun, let me say a few words to convey the above meaning." Bao Jun said while standing aside.
"Okay, you can tell everyone."
"That's it. I have a meeting today and studied it. There are a few requirements. First, we can't attack the functional departments if we don't say anything above. Second, don't harass the people or maliciously smash ordinary shops. Third, it's not allowed. Other people resorted to violence..."
"Di Lingling!"
Just as Bao Jun was about to convey the above meaning clearly, the phone in his pocket rang. He looked down at the caller ID and immediately said with a smile, "Excuse me, I will answer the call."
"You pick it up, you pick it up." Brother Qun replied, biting the dry food.
Bao Jun stepped aside and pressed the answer button, "Uncle, what's the matter?"
"Lead the head quickly, the police station, the joint defense team has already gone to your side, we must catch the leader." Liu Zishu shouted solemnly.
Bao Jun was startled, and immediately turned around and shouted, "Quick, quick, clear things up, everyone will be scattered!"
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Pingdao District.
Inside the door of a large warehouse, Zhang Liang's seven or eight brothers were discussing how to do the night shift when they suddenly heard a loud noise outside the door.
"Whizzing……!"
I don't know how many tear gas was thrown in from the outside, and the pungent and choking smoke burst.
"Don't move! Police station, all lie on the ground and hold their heads!"
"Get down!"
"...Fuck, what's wrong with us?!" A middle-aged man did not resist, only raised his hands to argue.
"Kang!"
With the sound of gunfire, the middle-aged UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't even have a chance to react, and was directly shot dead by Remington's explosion-proof spray.
"Get down!"
"Do I let you get down!!"
"...!"
The group of people who rushed in were completely moved. The solid T-shaped truncheon matched the handle of the gun, and they beat the crowd in the house without any mercy.
...
In the Minfeng compound, Baojun and the others were about to escape when they heard the harsh sound of police sirens from the street.
Six trucks with the trading company lo, and a dozen box-cargo trucks for pulling goods, instantly stopped around the community, and hundreds of police officers and personnel from the anti-terrorist brigade rushed out.
"Dang!"
Miller pushed the car door, his hands on his hips, his small back and his head brightly roared, "Charge!!! Those who intend to resist will be killed on the spot."