Chapter 310: All Pressed Down

The few Police were quite shocked.

It was not that there were no fights or brawls in the district; the so-called "ten ancient, nine scams," merchants and customers getting into it, or two groups of peers clashing due to interest disputes, happened from time to time.

But rarely were they this tragic: counting them up, just the ones lying on the ground numbered eight.

It was not that there were no people working on the fringes; where there is sunlight, there is darkness, which is unavoidable anywhere. In the first two years, things worse and more tragic than this happened often.

But let's be clear, it is not the first two years now; this year is an Olympic year. Of all the times, it just had to happen at the critical juncture after the Olympic Games ended and on the eve of National Day?

For a moment, the faces of the few Police turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The face of the leading Inspector was not just black, but dark blue.

Pondering in his heart how to suppress this matter, his gaze landed on the face of Jiu Gui.

The latter was sweating coldly from the pain, his eyes like a venomous snake, nailed to Lin Sicheng's back.

The Inspector swept a cold glance: "Who did this?"

Just as Jing Zeyang was about to step forward, Tang Nanyan narrowed her eyes.

He realized it belatedly, twitched the corner of his mouth, and shut his mouth.

Just as Xu Qin was about to say something, Lin Sicheng gave her a deep look, and Tang Nanyan also tugged at her sleeve.

Her heart skipped a beat: Tang Nanyan was one thing, clearly intending to poke a hole in the sky. But that look from Lin Sicheng made Section Chief Xu feel flustered in her heart.

It was as if he knew what she was about to do, knew even better what she was thinking, and knew even better what roles the people before her were playing and what they would do next.

It seems one must absolutely not wade into this muddy water today. Forget it, let it be whatever it will be; anyway, the one responsible and the one to be punished is not herself.

Xu Qin sighed secretly and loosened her hand from the pocket containing her Police Certificate.

Supported by Tang Nanyan, Lin Sicheng stood up: "It was me!"

The Inspector kept a cold face: "You injured all these people?"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "That's right, it was me!"

"And your accomplices?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: "No accomplices, just me alone!"

"And the weapon?"

Lin Sicheng let out a "Ha," looked around on the ground: "I forgot which one it was, please, Officer, find it: whichever one has fingerprints on it, that's the one!"

This is exactly the line I was waiting for: armed, injury, serious injury...

The Inspector let out a sharp sigh of relief and waved his hand, "Take him back!"

As expected?

Lin Sicheng sighed secretly and smiled again: "Officer, shouldn't we go to the hospital first? You should ask questions, and I should treat my wounds..."

"You, a criminal suspect, are bargaining with me?" The Inspector snorted, "It's fine, back at the station, I'll treat you slowly!"

"What if I die from excessive blood loss?"

"If you die, I'll go to jail!"

Lin Sicheng nodded and smiled: "Good!"

The Inspector was stunned for a moment, his intuition telling him something was wrong: this kid is too calm, he can even smile?

Did you hear clearly or not what I meant: it's best to turn big problems into small ones and small ones into nothing, otherwise no one will have a good ending...

Of course, it is also possible that he is a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger; this kid thinks he is in the right and has two police personnel as witnesses, so he is fearless.

But even if they are peers, one must look at which bureau and which squad they are from. Just two peers doing technical inspections, let alone the Section Chief (Xu Qin), even if the Captain came forward, they would have no say.

Thinking secretly, the Inspector propped up his chin, and a few subordinates walked forward.

Taking a close look, although there was a lot of blood on his body, the injuries were not very heavy, basically just skin wounds. According to procedure, it is indeed to treat first, then ask.

But the commotion today is too big, the scene too ugly; once a case is filed, everyone in the station from top to bottom will be implicated, so it is best if this incident can be resolved peacefully.

Even if it cannot be reconciled, at most it will be handled as an ordinary public security case, with the maximum penalty being a fine or administrative detention.

Therefore, one must apply some pressure to the parties involved: That's right, you were indeed injured, but the ones you injured were also not lightly hurt; both sides take a step back, each treats their own wounds, and at most pay a little money.

If you don't want to settle it, then fine, then you are a criminal suspect, and a charge of intentional injury is unavoidable...

Brainstorming secretly, the few Police walked up to Lin Sicheng, and the Inspector gave another look: "Apply the Handcuffs!"

Tang Nanyan's eyes popped, and just as she was about to say something, Lin Sicheng shook his head and gritted his teeth as he extended his hands.

Pretty tough bones, huh?

The Inspector let out a "Heh": "Apply Back Handcuffs!"

A policeman took out the Handcuffs and said earnestly: "Young man, don't be stubborn, and don't look for trouble where there is none! This matter of yours is not small: you injured eight people, all serious injuries; if you are sentenced, it will be at least seven years or more..."

Lin Sicheng smiled: "The Officer even has X-ray vision, you can tell at a glance: all eight are serious injuries?"

This belongs to the category of refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.

The two Police looked at each other and came to grab his arms.

Lin Sicheng remained indifferent and expressionless, but Tang Nanyan truly could not endure it anymore and blocked in front of Lin Sicheng: "Try handcuffing him and see what happens?"

It was not convenient to call out her position, so Lin Sicheng kicked her foot with his toe: "Don't make a scene, move aside!"

He had no habit of suffering needlessly, and even less of a hobby for seeking abuse.

But this Inspector is definitely a key figure and definitely knows quite a bit. The more mistakes he makes right now, the heavier his responsibility will be, and in the end, whether he did it or not, everything can be pinned on him.

The heavier the charge, the more readily he will confess.

So from the very beginning, Lin Sicheng has been leading him into a ditch...

Tang Nanyan did not move at all: "I'm not making a scene!"

She knew what Lin Sicheng wanted to do, but Lin Sicheng could endure the pain, while she could not. Let alone applying Back Handcuffs, just looking at the wounds on Lin Sicheng's body made her feel miserable.

Tang Nanyan kept a cold face and propped up her chin: "If you dare to handcuff him, I will have you on television tomorrow!"

The few Police were stunned for a moment and turned their heads in unison.

Jing Zeyang was trembling with excitement, thinking to himself: Hurry up and handcuff them; the faster you handcuff them today, the faster you'll be stripping off your uniforms tomorrow.

But immediately, his face darkened: This woman is out of her mind, how could she betray her comrades?

Once Tang Nanyan gave the reminder, the few Police officers realized it belatedly: This kid was standing right there, holding a mobile phone in his hand, secretly filming.

The Inspector's face changed, and he rushed over to snatch it.

Jing Zeyang gave a start, pointing his finger and clamoring: "Don't come over... My dad is in the Energy Bureau, my uncle is in the Ministry of Culture..."

I believe you, my foot!

Even if your dad were in the State Council, I would still have to snatch this phone today.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Jing Zeyang turned his head and ran. But just as he turned, there was a "screech."

One Santana and two Riot Vehicles turned along the wall into the Treasury area. Stopping behind the Police car from the Police Station, with a "thump, thump, thump," over twenty Armed Police jumped out.

Yan Wenjing got out of the car, looked at the scene before him, his face turning blue and then red.

An hour ago, he was still laughing at Lin Sicheng: His personality is quite steady, but his courage is a bit too small.

In an era of Taiping, in the most virtuous of lands, where could there be so many monsters and demons?

But the problem is, the thing he thought was absolutely impossible to happen, just fucking happened?

And it happened one hour after Lin Sicheng had specifically reminded him and asked him for help?

Thinking of it, Yan Wenjing was so angry he could vomit blood, wishing he could execute everyone on the ground...

Just as he was secretly gritting his teeth, Jing Zeyang "slid" over and slipped behind him. The Armed Police beside him prepared to detain the person, but Yan Wenjing waved his hand.

The Inspector arrived right after, looking stunned: "Captain Yan!"

They often came to this area to handle cases, so the two were not strangers, but Yan Wenjing didn't even greet him and walked past quickly.

He scanned the area as he walked, feeling secretly suspicious: Jing Zeyang said on the phone that the other side had seventeen or eighteen people, all of them burly and strong, with knives and guns.

Then, relying only on Lin Sicheng and Tang Nanyan, how did they manage to fight like this?

But he couldn't afford to ask.

"Teacher Lin, how are you?"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Superficial wounds!"

"It's my fault, it's all on me... Let me take you to the hospital first!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Thank you!"

Yan Wenjing had arrived a little early.

But it didn't matter; as long as the leader, Jiu Ge, didn't die, this Inspector wouldn't be able to run away.

Yan Wenjing turned his head again: "Nan Yan, how are you?"

Tang Nanyan was expressionless, her tone indifferent: "I'm not hurt!"

Yan Wenjing let out a long breath: As long as this young lady is fine, this matter can still be salvaged.

Thinking secretly, the Inspector came over again, his face pale.

Even if he were stupid, he could see: The one who was injured today probably has some background.

Otherwise, Yan Wenjing wouldn't have come so fast and brought so many people: This clearly shows he used personal connections.

But no matter how much background they have, he still has to struggle, otherwise he is truly finished...

"Captain Yan, today's case was first taken by our station!" He twisted his face, forcing out a smile, and pointed, "So many people are injured, we must ask them first..."

Yan Wenjing suppressed his anger, a "get lost" surging to the tip of his tongue: Ask your mother, do you know who this young lady is?

If you don't hurry and send her to the hospital, are you waiting for her family to come and pick her up in military vehicles?

Or are you saying you think I'm blind, or that this is my first day as a Police officer?

You don't know what their background is, and you want to smooth things over and turn big problems into small ones; that's fine. Wanting to use Handcuffs to scare them is also understandable, but for fuck's sake, don't actually handcuff them!

Once these Handcuffs are on, you won't be able to handle the consequences.

Is this blood and these wounds on Lin Sicheng painted on?

And all these knives on the ground, all these cripples, and the totaled van—do you all pretend not to see them?

You know full well this is the victim, yet you brazenly arrest them as a suspect; I've been a Police officer for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen such a thing!

Yan Wenjing said with a cold face: "It won't be too late to ask after we go to the hospital!"

Is he not giving any face at all?

The Inspector knew his words carried little weight and he couldn't speak up in front of Yan Wenjing; there was no way he could take this person away today.

But the good thing was that the initiative was still there; Yan Wenjing didn't say he was taking over the case directly, so he still had room to maneuver.

As long as Jiu Gui keeps his mouth shut and they operate urgently on Maguan's side, today's matter won't get too big...

He pondered secretly and looked at Jing Zeyang again: "Captain Yan, do me a favor; when the Handcuffs were being put on, they were filmed by this friend of yours!"

Yan Wenjing nodded: "Were they handcuffed?"

The Inspector was stunned: "Of course not!"

"What was said?"

It seemed nothing was said?

He only hinted to that kid to turn big problems into small ones...

The Inspector suddenly realized: The one with connections isn't the one who was injured?

It might be the kid who was filming, or perhaps the female colleague who said "try handcuffing one and see," but no matter which one it is, as long as the one with the background is safe and sound, that's enough.

He let out a long breath: "Thank you, Captain Yan!"

Thank me for what, you prick?

How many brain-damaged pills would I have to take to have a mental lapse and take the fall for you people?

Lin Sicheng shouldn't have much of a background; although he is a student of Wang Qizhi, he isn't a close relative after all. Even if he intervenes, he shouldn't intervene too violently; it should be relatively mild.

But as for Tang Nanyan, among three generations and over twenty people surnamed Tang, they were all men; she was the only girl. From childhood to adulthood, she was spoiled beyond measure.

In the end, she was chased and hacked at by a group of thugs?

Even if she were completely unharmed, without losing a single hair, it would still be enough to get you all into deep trouble.

You still want the mobile phone? If I ask Jing Zeyang for this phone today, I'll have to become one of you.

The so-called "let the Daoist friend die rather than the poor Daoist"...

He couldn't be bothered to waste breath on this idiot and supported Lin Sicheng as he walked toward the car.

Just as he opened the car door, Yan Wenjing's pupils constricted.

With another "screech," two cars drove into the alley. One Red Flag, one Leopard, both with Military License Plates.

Before the cars had even come to a steady stop, a burly man wearing a jacket jumped out and rushed over like a madman.

As if she had found her backbone, Tang Nanyan's mouth curled, and she burst into tears with a "wa": "Brother..."

"Don't cry... don't cry..." The burly man was at a loss, looking as if he were watching a piece of porcelain, afraid to touch it, afraid to move it. "Nan Yan, where are you hurt... where are you hurt!"

"I'm not hurt, but it was just that close..." Tang Nanyan pointed to her waist. "A foot-long sharp knife brushed past my clothes... If it weren't for Teacher Lin, it would have stabbed right in..."

Jing Zeyang stood to the side, completely stunned.

He wasn't shocked that Tang Nanyan had almost been stabbed; it had indeed been perilous at the time, scaring him into a shudder. But after all, she was fine, and so much time had passed, so there was no reason to still be that afraid.

What shocked Jing Zeyang was that this woman could actually cry?

No... even if you are faking it, shouldn't you at least make it look real, at least squeeze out a few tears? But Tang Nanyan was just wailing dryly.

Yet her brother fell for it, his face dark, his teeth chattering with a clatter.

Subsequently, a man of about fifty years old stepped out of the Red Flag. He was dressed very ordinarily, just a plain black jacket, white shirt, dress trousers, and black leather shoes.

Yan Wenjing felt a shock in his heart and snapped to attention.

Just as he was about to salute, the man waved his hand and looked Tang Nanyan up and down.

The dry wailing stopped abruptly, and Tang Nanyan lowered her head: "Uncle!"

The man didn't speak, examined her carefully from head to toe, and then looked at Lin Sicheng.

His gaze was very gentle; he nodded slightly, then looked at the Police, the wounded being lifted into the car, the knives and steel pipes all over the ground, and the totaled Jinbei Van.

Finally, his gaze landed on Lin Sicheng again: "Thank you!"

Lin Sicheng didn't understand this person's background for a moment, so he just smiled: "You are too kind!"

"Nan Jin, take my car and send Teacher Lin to the hospital. Nan Yan, you ride with me in the Leopard... hmm, the Jing family boy can come too!"

Tang Nanyan kept her head low and eyes down, not daring to look up, and followed obediently behind.

Jing Zeyang felt his legs go weak.

At the time, when Tang Nanyan said she was going to call her uncle, Jing Zeyang thought he definitely wouldn't come, at most he would send someone. Like her second brother, the burly man who was supporting Lin Sicheng into the car.

But he hadn't expected that he would actually come himself?

Jing Zeyang had only met him twice.

Once was in middle school, when he had been beaten and couldn't swallow his anger, so he called his cousin to intercept Tang Nanyan. The result was that the two brothers had their heads smashed by Tang Nanyan, and Tang Dabo had brought Tang Nanyan to their home to admit her mistake.

The other time was in his third year of high school, when his cousin, Jing Suxin, was being bullied and Tang Nanyan stood up for her. Jing Zeyang had accompanied his cousin and his second uncle and aunt to express their gratitude.

Just twice, but no matter which time it was, he felt that Tang Dabo's aura was incredibly strong. Sitting there without moving or speaking, just a single glance was enough to make one's heart panic.

Today's matter certainly had nothing to do with him, but Jing Zeyang was just afraid, afraid for no reason. He would rather be beaten up by Tang Nanyan than sit with Tang Dabo.

But did he dare not to go?

He felt cowardly inside and glared fiercely at Tang Nanyan.

How could Tang Nanyan care about that now?

She kept stealing glances at her uncle's back, muttering to herself: Uncle and Second Brother both came, but Mom and Dad didn't even make a phone call?

This was clearly because they had been warned by Uncle.

Was she in for a miserable time today?

But she didn't regret it...

The two cars turned around and drove out of the alley; the red and black license plates were exceptionally eye-catching.

Through the glass, one could see that besides the driver, there were other people sitting in the cars. But no matter who it was, including the drivers, they all had buzz cuts and were in plain clothes.

Combined with the Armed Police license plates, the Inspector's face turned deathly pale, and he felt his throat go dry.

"Captain... Captain Yan, whose cars are these?"

Such a big "WJ," can't you see it?

Of course, they usually just hang Armed Police plates, but when necessary, they can hang any plates.

They were all in plain clothes, and so uniform; the leader wasn't riding in an Audi, but a Red Flag. Putting these clues together, anyone in the Beijing police force could guess: the young men in black at Tiananmen Square belonged to this unit.

Both military and police, and the Public Security Bureau had to answer to them too, which was why Yan Wenjing had saluted.

He looked at the Inspector with a strange expression: a leader is a leader, but it wasn't Tang Nanyan who was hurt, so why were you scared like this?

The Inspector's lips trembled.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to say it, but he was already too scared to speak: this was no longer a question of whether someone was injured or not.

The leader of a Security Unit had arrived at the scene; the nature of this case had completely changed: no matter who did it, today's events would inevitably be investigated until the truth was revealed...

The hearts of the several police officers nearby skipped a beat: how did this suddenly blow up into such a big deal?

After thinking for a moment, one of them looked at Yan Wenjing: "It was just bad luck, like a ghost urging us on; we had just received the call and left the station when there was a car accident on the road, and we were blocked for over ten minutes."

Yan Wenjing looked suspicious: "Over ten minutes... then how long have you been here?"

"About twenty minutes since that Section Chief Xu called the Inspector!"

"Twenty minutes?" Yan Wenjing looked up and peered around. "Your station is only a few hundred meters away from here; why didn't you walk over, why did you have to drive?"

The police officer looked at the Inspector: "At the time, the two sides were fighting, and it wasn't good to leave them alone, and we thought it was just a common brawl here, so we were a bit lazy..."

Yan Wenjing's eyelids couldn't stop twitching: What the hell, how could there be such a coincidence?

Looking at the Inspector whose face was whiter than paper, Yan Wenjing understood everything: what fight, what car accident, it was all bullshit.

This son of a bitch has a problem.

Thinking back: No wonder after he arrived, he didn't care about the people, the cars, or whether anyone was injured; he used threats and intimidation to force the big issues to be treated as small ones and the small ones to be ignored?

And even more so, no wonder he reacted so strongly after knowing Jing Zeyang was filming secretly?

The more he thought, the darker Yan Wenjing's face became: Could Lin Sicheng have been completely right?

Thinking of this, Yan Wenjing gave a start: "Zhang Bojun, take the people away... take them all away, dead or alive, and call another team to guard the hospital... Liu Hao, take over the scene, cuff anyone who moves..."

The Inspector woke up as if from a dream and gave a start: "Captain Yan, are you trying to snatch the case?"

"Snatch your mother! Who the hell are you trying to screw over, you're screwing over your own brothers?"

Yan Wenjing raised his leg and kicked, sending the Inspector tumbling, "At a time like this, you bastard are still thinking about covering things up? Even if I let you take the people away, what the hell could you do, silence them all?"

With every word spoken, the Inspector's face grew a shade paler, as if coated in powder.

Yan Wenjing turned his head back and looked at the others: "When the car accident happened, was it this son of a bitch Chen Yongzhi who got out of the car first to handle the accident case? Was it also this son of a bitch who said: this is just a common brawl, it's fine to be a little late?"

The few Police officers mumbled, speechless, looking at each other.

When they were dispatched, did Inspector Zhao get out of the car first to handle the accident just to stall for time, and that's why he didn't let them walk over here?

No... that car accident was definitely not an accident.

The few Police officers stared with wide eyes at the Inspector sitting on the ground, his face full of despair and his heart turned to ash, wishing they could rush up and punch him a few times: they had been screwed over by this son of a bitch...

Yan Wenjing's face was dark: A bunch of idiots.

He was an idiot too.

Just as he was secretly gritting his teeth, his phone rang; he glanced at it, and his heart skipped a beat.

It was the Captain.

Not the Branch Captain, but the General Captain.

He hurriedly answered: "Captain!"

"Yan Wenjing, are you at Panjiayuan?"

"Yes, Captain! A battery case occurred here, we arrived after the Police Station... but I have already led the team to take over the scene and am preparing to report to the General Team!"

"Well done!" the Captain praised, "No need to report, I am giving you an order: arrest them all!"

"Captain, we have already controlled the suspects, and the injured have all been sent to the hospital!"

"I'm not talking about those who committed the crime, but those in the local precinct!" the Captain's tone was very serious, "Don't you understand?"

Yan Wenjing could certainly understand, otherwise he wouldn't have kicked the Inspector.

The Captain also knew he could understand, otherwise he wouldn't have been so decisive, taking control of the scene first even though the Police Station had arrived earlier.

He stood at attention: "Captain, I understand!"

With a beep, the call hung up.

Yan Wenjing looked around with a cold face: "A call from the General Captain, be sensible, don't make things difficult for your brothers!"

The few Police officers' faces turned ashen: they didn't know, and they hadn't participated, so the problem wasn't big; at most, they would receive a disciplinary action.

So no one moved, and no one argued, obediently getting into the Riot Vehicle.

Personally putting handcuffs on the Inspector, Yan Wenjing gritted his teeth and kicked him hard: "Fuck you!"

Screwed over so badly by this son of a bitch...

(End of chapter)