Law enforcement is like a mountain, little traffic police

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  "This isn't Fat Brother, it's been a while since we last met." Liu Ziguang smiled slyly and blocked Fat Brother in the elevator, saying to the nurse pushing the wheelchair: "This is my friend, I have something to say to him, you go first."

  The fatty has recognized that the person in front of him is the evil spirit who broke his arm and leg, scaring him so much that he stammers: "Y-y-you."

  Several big men, sandwiching a fat man, came straight to the top floor of the hospital building without stopping, pulled the fat man down from his wheelchair and threw him to the ground, causing him to groan in pain.

  "Ma Lai's wall, I said how come I haven't seen you for a long time, it turns out that you've been hiding in the hospital, injuring someone and not even wanting to pay compensation, is there still justice in this world!" Liu Ziguang said, squatting down in front of Pangzi.

  "I'm already unlucky enough, the medical expenses for Qiangzi and a few others have cost tens of thousands, I've been hospitalized myself, just spare me." Fatso sobbed with tears and snot.

  "Guang Ge, who did this fat guy provoke?" Little Bei was a bit bewildered.

  "This guy dares to hit my family's old master, Qiangzi, one of the four tigers of Beidiji, is his younger uncle." Liu Ziguang said this, and Xiaobei was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "The world has turned upside down! Daring to hit Old Master Liu, I'll take care of this guy!" He grabbed the back of the fat patient's collar and dragged him to the edge of the rooftop, beating and scaring him in a familiar way.

  Liu Ziguang lit a cigarette and sat down leisurely on one side to watch the excitement.

  Five minutes later, Xiaobei walked over with a smile on his face, wiping the blood off his hands and said: "It's done, I got two hundred thousand from him, I'll go get the money later."

  Liu Ziguang frowned and said, "Less is better for him."

  Xiao Bei's face changed: "I'll squeeze a bit more out of him."

  "Don't worry, it's nothing serious, my old man has a headache and I've got him under control."

  Xiao Bei gave a thumbs up: "Still Guang Ge is higher."

  ……

  An hour later, Zhang Biao's wife rushed over, bringing only 100,000 yuan in cash. Although Zhang Biao appeared to be quite prosperous on the surface, he was actually an empty shell. The massage parlor was just a small business with little income, and the sand and gravel delivery business was highly competitive. With several cars and more than a dozen brothers to support, expenses were high, so for the time being, they could only scrape together this much cash.

  Zhang Biao's wife was a simple rural woman, who thought her husband really owed someone money outside. On the one hand, she apologized to Liu Ziguang, and on the other hand, she scolded Zhang Biao: "Where did your money go? Didn't you give it to those prostitutes selling their bodies? Now that you're in trouble, where have those prostitutes gone?"

  Zhang Biao was scolded until his face turned pale, hanging his head in shame and not daring to retort. Liu Ziguang didn't care about their family affairs, took 100,000 yuan and said: "The Changhe Beidouxing car will be given to you first, the Ya Ge and Jie Da will be given when the money arrives, the muddy truck will be handed over tomorrow, that's it."

  With one million yuan in cash, a group of people left the hospital feeling refreshed and walked to the entrance. Suddenly, an old man wearing a white coat stopped beside Liu Ziguang, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and sizing him up from head to toe.

  Liu Ziguang also stopped to take a look at himself, nothing special, then looked at the old man, sparse hair, gentle and refined, kind eyebrows and eyes, full of scholarly air, obviously an old doctor or expert.

  "Hey young man, it seems like the suit you're wearing is mine." The old man adjusted his glasses and said.

  "Yours?" Liu Ziguang suddenly realized, this piece of clothing was given to him by Fang Fei to wear, and it's likely that this Scottish plaid jacket belonged to her father. It seems like today he met the true owner of the clothes.

  "What's yours? I'll give it back to you." Liu Ziguang didn't say another word and started taking off his clothes.

  "No need, no need, you wear it, it fits well." The old man smiled and looked at Liu Ziguang again, turned around and walked away with a swagger. A group of white coats immediately surrounded him in the distance: "Director Fang, how do you plan to arrange this surgery..."

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  "Brother, I got the 200,000 yuan." Bei Xiao came running over, panting, with a thick stack of cash in his hand. This was the cash he had just withdrawn from the ATM in the hospital lobby with Pangzi, adding to the 1 million yuan they had extorted from Zhang Biao, making a total of 1.2 million yuan. Holding it in his hands gave him a very substantial feeling.

  "Call and ask the guys to bring over Zhang Biao's Changhe Beidou Xing, if you promise someone something, you have to do it." Liu Ziguang waved his hand grandly, looking very spirited. After all, when people are happy, they feel refreshed, with a large sum of money in hand, even their posture seems more upright than usual.

  "It's settled!" Bei Xiaoshuai took out his phone and started making arrangements.

  Everything was settled, and ten people got on Ma Liuhe's carriage, returning triumphantly to the capital.

  Two cars were driving normally on the road, when suddenly a police motorcycle that was parked by the side of the road started its siren and followed them. Bei Xiaoshuai saw the flashing red and blue lights in his rearview mirror and jumped in fright: "Brother, could it be that Fatso reported us?"

  Liu Ziguo slapped him on the head: "Idiot, reporting to the police is also handled by the criminal police, can your traffic police catch thieves?"

  Bei Xiaoshuai scratched his head, thinking that it was indeed the case. After all, it was his first time doing such a big deal, and being a bit nervous was normal.

  Just then, the traffic police motorcycle was already blocking the road, stopping the Honda Accord. The policeman got out of the car and walked to the driver's side of the Accord, knocked on the window, bowed first, and said something. Liu Ziguang saw this scene from the rearview mirror and said to Xiaobei: "Get out of the car and see what's going on."

  Two people got off the car and walked over, at this time the colleagues in the police car were already at a loss. They were all honest security guards who could deal with Zhang Biao, but they couldn't help showing weakness in front of the police. Fortunately, Liu Ziguang arrived in time and pretended to be surprised, asking: "What's going on? Didn't violate any rules, did we?"

  The young traffic police officer, who looked to be in his early twenties, glanced at Liu Ziguo and then at the blue Mazda 6 parked in front of him, politely saying: "Please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration."

  Bai Xiaoshuai crossed his arms in front of his chest and asked loudly, "I didn't break any rules, why do you want to see my ID?"

  The traffic police officer saluted Bai Xiaoshuai and said with a smile: "According to Article 19 of Chapter 2 of the Road Traffic Safety Law of the People's Republic of China, drivers shall drive motor vehicles in accordance with the type of vehicle specified on their driver's license; when driving a motor vehicle, they shall carry their driver's license with them for inspection by public security traffic management departments. Driver, please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration."

  The traffic police officer was neither arrogant nor condescending, and quoted classics to reason with Liu Ziguang, who was not in a good mood. He patted Xiaobei's shoulder: "If someone wants to see the script, just show it to him."

  Actually, Liu Ziguang was guilty, the car was driven by him, but he didn't have a driver's license. If investigated thoroughly, it would be quite troublesome. Xiao Bei, on the other hand, had a driver's license.

  The boss has spoken, and Xiao Bei had no choice but to obey, muttering under his breath as he went back to the car to fetch the driver's license and vehicle registration for the police to see.

  The traffic police took a look at the two certificates, then looked at the license plate and said: "This car has 134 records of violations, please go to the traffic police department for punishment as soon as possible. If not, according to relevant regulations, a fine will be imposed." He handed the documents back to Bei Xiaoshuai and continued to deal with the Honda Accord behind him.

  Fortunately, the brother also had a driver's license and handed over his driver's license and vehicle registration to the traffic police. The traffic police opened the police communication device, entered the license plate number and vehicle frame number, and quickly got the result.

  "This vehicle is a suspected fake plate black car. According to Article 16 of Chapter 2 of the Road Traffic Safety Law, vehicles with forged, altered or used forged or altered motor vehicle registration certificates, license plates, and vehicle licenses shall be temporarily detained by the public security traffic administration department. Please get out of the vehicle and cooperate."

  While speaking, the traffic police quickly reached into the car window and pulled out the car key. This time, everyone was not happy. Ten brothers got off the car and surrounded the lonely traffic police officer.

  This car was redeemed by Wang Zhijun with his life, everyone had high hopes for it to make a fortune, how can you just deduct it like that? What if Zhang Biao comes and pays 100,000 yuan to redeem the car, what will we give him? The brothers are really anxious, even the normally honest and down-to-earth people's words have a fiery tone.

  "What right do you have to tow my car?"

  "I didn't even break any rules, I was driving properly, how did I offend you?!"

  "Big brother, let's make peace and have a smoke."

  "Don't waste words on him, just knock his motorcycle over."

  Surrounded by eight people, the traffic police officer showed no fear and said firmly: "I will temporarily detain your vehicle according to regulations. My name is Li Shangting, my police number is 4587. If you have any objections, you can appeal to the squadron. Obstructing law enforcement is a serious illegal act. I advise you to calm down and not try to test the law with your body."

  Little traffic police officer Li Shangting had only one stripe and one flower on his shoulder, a third-class police officer at most. He didn't expect to be so tough, which made Liu Ziguang somewhat admire him. Upon closer inspection, he looked familiar. Wasn't he the one who was chasing his police motorcycle on the main road a few days ago?

  Li Shangting insisted on towing the car, and Liu Ziguang had no choice. The police are just doing their job, can't they just let him off with a warning like they did with Zhang Biao? It's not worth it for an old Honda Accord.

  Just then, a black Porsche Cayenne SUV drove out of the parking lot of the big hotel on the side of the road. The license plate was strikingly red and black, and it recklessly turned from the pedestrian crossing onto the fast lane, crossing the double yellow lines and driving in reverse, with particularly slow and showy driving skills.

  "Your illegal military vehicle, why don't you care! You only know how to bully us ordinary people!" Bei Xiaoshuai pointed at the Cayenne and shouted, the others also shouted in indignation, claiming that if the traffic police did not enforce the law fairly this time, they would make a big fuss.

  The young traffic police officer furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly hesitating for a moment before resolutely parting the crowd and stretching out one hand to stop the Cayenne.

  Kaiyan seemed to have not seen the police's gesture, continuing to drive forward against the traffic, without reducing speed at all, only honking the horn twice in a show of force, with the modified horn emitting a piercingly loud sound that made people's eardrums ache.

  Traffic police officer Li Shangting remained standing in the same spot, his palm held flat and motionless, like a statue. The car screeched to a halt just two centimeters from his body. A middle-aged woman jumped out of the vehicle and stormed over, yelling: "Are you blind? Can't you see the license plate?"

  Li Shangting stood at attention and saluted: "Please show me your military driver's license and vehicle registration."

  The woman completely ignored him and continued to shout wildly: "What qualifications do you have to look at my notebook, this is a military vehicle, hurry up and get out of the way."

  "Please show me your military driver's license and officer ID, as well as the vehicle registration."

  As seen earlier, the doors of Kaideng's car opened simultaneously, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses and two young men got out. The middle-aged man walked forward and without saying a word, he knocked off Li Shangting's hat: "Check, check your mother 13!" The two young men also didn't hold back, one on the left and one on the right, they went up and kicked fiercely. Li Shangting picked up the walkie-talkie to call for support, but it was snatched away and thrown to the ground, the battery fell off, and the police multi-functional bag was opened, a stack of fines scattered out.

  Facing the beating of four people, Li Shangting still maintained great restraint, only defending and not fighting back. At this time, there were already many onlookers, and Bei Xiaoshuai saw that the police were being surrounded, so he hastily said to Liu Ziguang: "Brother, take advantage of the chaos and slip away."

  "Wait, help him out."

  "Help who? That kid?" Bei Xiaoshuai's mouth was agape in surprise, "He just wanted to tow our car earlier."

  "One move begets another, those guys are too arrogant, I didn't even dare to make a move and they already did, stealing the spotlight from me, damn it!"

  Liu Ziguang said that, and Bei Xiaoshuai also felt that the guys at the card party were too arrogant, indeed very punchable. The two exchanged a glance, smiled tacitly, and stepped forward to start pulling the strings.

  "Stop fighting, let's talk it out."

  "Gentlemen use their mouths, not their fists. If you have a different opinion, can't you appeal to the team leader?"

  "Sister, calm down, don't try to test the law with your own body."

  A group of people rushed up, speaking nicely with their mouths but being ruthless with their hands, punching and kicking the middle-aged bespectacled man and two young men to the ground. The middle-aged woman was frightened out of her wits, usually brave when dealing with police, but in front of these social youth she was like a deflated balloon, only taking out her phone to call for help with tears streaming down her face.

  Suddenly, a dramatic change occurred, and Li Shangting was also stunned. He saw that the group of people who had been entangled with him earlier were now helping him beat up the owner of the Kaideng car. One guy even climbed onto the Kaideng, pulled out the key, and threw it into the ditch on the side...

  Taking advantage of the chaotic situation, Bai Xiaoshuai slipped into the car and quickly dismantled the dashboard, pulling out two wires to spark a fire.

  "Don't fight, stop it!" Li Shangting shouted loudly, but by this time the situation had already gotten out of control. No one listened to him anymore. Unbeknownst to them, the Accord that had its key pulled quietly started up and slipped away.

  Maybe someone called the police, and before long, a siren sounded in the distance, and a police car with "110" painted on it drove over from afar. Seeing that the traffic police had arrived, Liu Ziguang and others quickly stopped what they were doing and slipped away into the crowd of onlookers, leaving behind only one bewildered little traffic cop and four people who had been beaten until their faces were bruised and swollen.