Chapter 49: He's Really Too Professional

49 people, with 14 still students at school.

At the school gate, which could also be counted as a collective "invitation," was today's main event; Ma Wei had to personally lead and back them up.

The remaining 35 were all dropouts who had given up on exams; most had found work, a small few still loitered at home, and the most special one had joined the Vanguard Team, entered the Hidden Gate once, and actually survived coming out.

These people were scattered across various corners of the Nine Districts, long since watched to death by people arranged by Bin Ge, with basically no chance of running; Ma Wei only needed to remotely command via phone.

After roaring at everyone with a hideous face, one by one the lackeys got down from the bread van, their expressions fierce as they drew the short blades hidden in their bosoms.

Last night, Bin Ge had been harshly lectured by Zheng Laoda for failing at his task; if any one of them dropped the ball today, Zheng Laoda would absolutely tear them apart alive.

No one in the gang would doubt Zheng Laoda's brutality; besides, since his son's death, Zheng Laoda had become increasingly unhinged lately.

Seeing the awe in everyone's eyes, Ma Wei said no more; he took a deep breath, looked down at his watch: "Synchronize watches, now it's 08:30."

A crowd of hooligans simultaneously rolled up their sleeves, looking at the watches issued overnight by the gang.

It was said these watches were prepared overnight by Ma Wei begging Bin Ge; everyone participating in today's operation wore a watch, requiring unified time and unified action.

Not only those present on the scene, but all those remotely controlled also wore watches; even each group wore Chaoji Walkie-Talkie.

Worthy of being someone both Bin Ge and Zheng Laoda valued in a short time; no wonder this big operation was entrusted to him to command.

Ma Wei, ah no, Brother Wei is so professional~

After synchronizing watches, Ma Wei explained in a deep voice: "The Patrol Bureau starts work at 9; No. 47 Middle School to the Patrol Bureau takes at least half an hour by car, meaning we must finish and leave within 50 minutes."

"Past this time, we're very likely to have a direct confrontation with the Patrol Bureau."

Ma Wei only wanted to make arrests cleanly and efficiently, preferably without running into the Patrol Bureau, but he gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"But if, by some chance, we really run into the Patrol Bureau, Zheng Laoda tells all brothers: today, just one sentence—everyone must be brought back without a single one missing; whoever blocks gets dealt with."

"Even if the Upper City's butt collapses, Zheng Laoda has our backs behind us."

The hooligans' blood surged; recently a Deputy Captain of a Patrol Bureau kept coming to the Blood Rose Bar to threaten and extort; the brothers saw it all and had resentment pent up in their stomachs.

Hearing Ma Wei's words now, they immediately rolled up their sleeves, truly wishing they could stab two patrol officers to death right then.

Ma Wei turned around, leading everyone with killing intent to block the school gate, beginning to match faces one by one and make arrests.

Not only at the school gate, but several streets and alley entrances around for entering and exiting had his lackeys hidden in advance.

These 14 people, unless they didn't come to school today, once they showed their faces, they couldn't fly away even with wings.

The captain of the security team inside No. 47 Middle School watched expressionlessly, turning a blind eye to the students being taken away outside; his eyes only stared fixedly at those hooligans' shoes.

He had already received a hint from the school leadership this morning.

The original words were—Xiao Zhang, do you know why doors are divided into inside and outside? Meaning to use the door to divide inside and outside into two worlds.

This was a bit profound; the security team captain shallowly understood one layer: as long as the hooligans outside didn't step into the inside, he didn't need to stop them.

Similarly, as long as the students outside hadn't stepped into the school gate, he didn't need to care.

He just watched like that, while most students who didn't understand stepped into the school gate in panic, and he still squeezed out a smile as usual and nodded at them.

But a few students were crying and shouting as they were dragged onto the bread van; he was numb and indifferent, even the noisy crying outside seemed to have weakened, as if even the sound was blocked outside by the huge school gate.

"The door is a great invention~" he thought.

Ding ling ling~

Ding ling ling ling—

This week's Xijiao arrest operation is about to close the net, so most patrol officers have been drawn away, leaving only Deputy Captain Li Shang and six or seven patrol officers to watch the house.

They came out of the Blood Rose yesterday afternoon and gathered together drinking until dead drunk; not a single one came to work this time.

At this moment, inside the Patrol Bureau there was only one elderly switchboard operator on night shift.

He wore a greatcoat, slumped on the table fast asleep; on the table was a bottle of Gouhun Jiu, with some dregs left.

The piercing phone ring woke him up; the old patrol officer opened his eyes and looked up, his turbid old eyes glancing at the wall clock: 08:51.

He glanced around again; the outer gate was still locked, no one had come yet.

The old patrol officer yawned and unplugged the phone line; the world instantly became quiet; he got up satisfied and went to the toilet to relieve himself.

Being old, his prostate wasn't of one mind with him; the sound of splashing water was intermittent and a bit difficult.

He splashed cold water on his face, rinsed the alcohol smell from his mouth; the old patrol officer unhurriedly walked back to the office desk, looked at the time again—just right at 09:00.

He reconnected the phone line.

As soon as it was connected, the phone continued ringing ding ling ling.

"Rushing to reincarnate early in the morning, won't stop ringing?"

The old patrol officer cursed while stuffing the remaining dregs of the wine bottle into his greatcoat pocket; still didn't answer the phone, but walked over to unlock the outer gate.

He estimated in his heart it was probably a homicide case; generally only homicide calls rang like urging marriage.

But it was already past 9; he was off work on time; this call wasn't appropriate for him to answer; he had to leave it for the patrol officer coming on the morning shift.

"Hey, late again; the security of the Nine Districts handed to these young patrol officers—taking Black Pills." The old patrol officer sighed, feeling this batch of young patrol officers was absolutely a doomed generation.

09:17.

Chang Erbing was the first to come to work this morning; he smoked a while with the guard at the gate, then entered the Patrol Bureau building.

The gate was open; the old patrol officer had obviously already left.

"This old coot, never waits for the shift change every time, truly has no responsibility at all."

Chang Erbing cursed quietly, didn't care about the phone ring, and first went to clock in at the time clock.

Late deducts 100; tsk, following Captain Li, who cares about this little money; deduct whatever.

After clocking in, Chang Erbing took a cup of water, then slowly answered the phone: "Hello, this is the Patrol Bureau."

His words weren't finished before being interrupted by the crying and shouting from the other side; he patiently listened to the end, then said lightly: "Okay, we'll send someone over right away."

Pa-da, he hung up the phone.

Ding ling ling ling—

"Why are they still calling?" Chang Erbing frowned and answered the phone again.

The voices on the phone were not just one, but the contents of the case reports were largely similar.

The first call was that his son had just stepped out of the doorway at home and was kidnapped into a bread van.

The second call was that a gang of bandits rushed into the home with knives and, without explanation, took his daughter away.

Then,

Ding ling ling ling ling—

Chang Erbing felt a sense of foreboding rising in his heart; he slowly picked up the phone, and a layer of fine cold sweat emerged on his forehead.

After hanging up the phone, not a second later, the terrifying phone bell rang again; Chang Erbing froze in place, feeling that the phone bell was overlapping with his rapid heartbeat.

"Something big has happened~

"Has the Green Wolf Gang gone mad?!"

Chang Erbing's Adam's apple wriggled; he suddenly took out his mobile phone and frantically dialed Deputy Captain Li Shang's phone number.

Dudu dudu—

Dudu dudu—

"Pick up the phone, Captain Li, pick up the phone quickly, it's chaotic outside, the Green Wolf Gang has completely lost control." Chang Erbing shouted hoarsely in his heart.

The busy tone was like the skin of a dead pig scalded by boiling water, forever calm and unruffled; at this moment, Chang Erbing suddenly understood, as if by inspiration, the anxiety of those callers who could not get through to the alarm call.

Dudu dudu—

In a narrow alley behind the Xueyu Huishi, inside a drainage well for sewage, half of the latest model mobile phone lay in the mud, still buzzing and vibrating.

On the screen, a call request from Chang Erbing flashed again and again…

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