Yang Feng is definitely a character in the Jiang'an sub-bureau. He is 1.8 meters tall and looks handsome with a sinister smile. He is quite popular with women. The most important thing is that he has a heavyweight father. The Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee is in charge of personnel affairs. Deputy Minister.

Yang Feng was poor in his studies when he was a child, he was a sports school student who practiced Sanda. Later, through his father's arrangement, he entered the provincial public security college and became a junior college student. After graduation, he was assigned to this city as a policeman . The future is limitless.

Yang Feng loves to play, and he likes to play flowers the most. Relying on his police uniform and prominent family background, he has harmed many innocent female college students. There was once a female college student who thought she was pregnant with Yang Feng's child. What's the matter, in the end, he was still ruthlessly abandoned, jumped off the school teaching building, and killed two people. This incident made a big fuss, but in the end it was suppressed forcefully.

Because of this incident, Yang Feng changed to playing Miss. He was specially transferred to the security brigade to clean up the entertainment venues in the area under his jurisdiction, ordering cards for food, free massages, and reporting when necessary. The cooperation between the two parties was quite pleasant.

Yang Feng is not a fool, he is very used to this big dye vat, he never eats alone, and he never forgets his brothers when he has benefits, so he has a good interpersonal relationship in the sub-bureau, and all departments and brigades give him face.

Liu Ziguang was brought into an office. The two policemen were about to sit down when the door suddenly opened and a man in plain clothes came in. He whispered something to the policeman .

"It's okay, Captain Li nodded." The visitor said.

The two criminal policemen finally compromised, uncuffed Liu Ziguang and left. Just as Liu Ziguang was about to move his arms, the man in plain clothes twisted his arms, cut him backwards and handcuffed him behind his back.

The gears of the handcuffs rattled, and Liu Ziguang felt that two venomous snake's fangs were strangling his wrist, and the blood flow was not smooth. The man in plain clothes pointed at the corner and shouted sharply: "Squat down!"

Liu Ziguang squatted obediently in the corner, while the man was sitting smoking, reading the newspaper and drinking tea, ignoring him at all. After half an hour, the door opened, and several tall young men came in, all of them in suits. Designer sportswear with tennis racket in hand.

Yang Feng was among them. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a snow-white cotton sweat towel around his neck, looked at Liu Ziguang who was crouching in the corner, and smiled contemptuously.

Liu Ziguang was wearing gray chemical fiber security trousers, bandages all over his body, and a nondescript tweed suit jacket. His hair was disheveled, and he was squatting in a corner with handcuffs. If you want to compare, it is really a day and a place.

"Play slowly, I have something to do when I go out." The casually dressed man picked up the cigarette case and newspaper and went out. Yang Feng followed behind and said with a smile, "Thank you, third brother."

The door was closed, and a few young policemen were smoking, talking and laughing, no one looked at the prisoner in the corner, and another quarter of an hour passed before Yang Feng clapped his hands and said: "Okay, guys from the anti-riot brigade have had enough rest. How about practicing now?"

Everyone agreed, put out the cigarette butts, shut the door tightly, and brought Liu Ziguang over from the corner. Yang Feng took out his thin boxing gloves and put them on. He smiled and looked at Liu Ziguang without saying anything. fist.

A punch hit Liu Ziguang's stomach, causing him to bend over on the spot, but he immediately stood up again: "Why is it so hard? Didn't you eat at noon?"

Yang Feng was furious: "Brothers, pick him up!"

Two anti-riot members, both over 1.85 meters tall, rushed forward, pinched Liu Ziguang from left to right, pressed his arm, and Yang Feng came up to pat Liu Ziguang's stomach, punching hard after punching, bang bang The voice could be heard clearly in the corridor through the door.

The past two years have been a bit excessive, Yang Feng was out of breath after punching more than 20 times, but Liu Ziguang was still fine, raised his head and smiled contemptuously: "Is this tired? What the hell is worse than a bitch! I haven't had enough yet!"

Yang Feng was furious: "Li Zi, come here!"

The person called Li Zi was Li Zhiteng, the tallest and mightiest of the group, with a height of 1.9 meters and a sturdy back.

Li Zhiteng couldn't hold back for a long time. Hearing Yang Feng's greeting, he didn't even wear boxing gloves. When he came over, he hit his head and face with a combination of punches. Liu Ziguang's face, head, chest and abdomen were hit hard.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang to punch dozens of punches .

Li Zhiteng was panting, closed his fists, and spat at the corner: "Fuck! This guy's bones are so hard, my hands hurt!"

At this time Liu Ziguang raised his head again, with a trace of blood-red viscous liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth, he spat it out with a bah, and said disdainfully: "It's kind of interesting, but I haven't enjoyed it yet, why are your legs weak, you bastard? Come again!"

Li Zhiteng was furious, mixed with shame and indignation. How could the number one hunk of the anti-riot brigade bear this kind of insult? He took off the rubber stick from the wall and said: "Malagbi, I don't believe that he can't be killed! Just beat him to death, go upstairs As soon as he threw it, he said he committed suicide in fear of crime."

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The rest of the young people agreed, and only Yang Feng objected: "No, his case is quite special, and the municipal party committee knows about it, so it's not a big deal."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Li Zhiteng went to open the door and saw that it was the man in casual clothes just now: "Yang Zi, Li Zi, keep your voice down, you can hear it in the corridor, it's like a drum beating. Hurry up and beat it!" Forget it, we are waiting for the pre-trial."

"Third brother, I got it. You are busy with your work. Don't forget about the splendor at night. See you soon." Yang Feng said politely, and after sending the so-called third brother out, he said to the guys in the anti-riot team : Cheap them, let's go!"

The two young men put Liu Ziguang down, and followed Yang Feng and Li Zhiteng away cursingly. It wasn't until they got downstairs that Yang Feng held his right hand and moaned in pain: "Malage, his hands are swollen!"

...

Two police officers came in with folders and notebooks, talking and laughing, without looking at Liu Ziguang, who was covered in blood, each found a chair and sat down, the older one pointed to the chair in the middle of the room, dignifiedly He shouted, "Sit down!"

Liu Ziguang turned around, revealed the handcuffs and said, "It's too tight, can you loosen it?"

The handcuffs were very tight, and had already cut into the flesh of his wrists. Both of Liu Ziguang's hands were slightly discolored, but there was still some distance from congestion and necrosis. The two policemen were old policemen, so they still couldn't see this?

"Sit down, who told you to talk!" Another majestic reprimand.

Liu Ziguang sat down as promised, took a deep breath, and calmed down his anger. After all, this is a public security agency. For the sake of his parents and relatives, he must not act recklessly, otherwise he would have gone mad and killed those boys just now.

"Name, place of origin, work unit, home address." The policeman asked while lowering his head to record.

Liu Ziguang answered one by one and filled out the basic information. The policeman asked, " What did you do this morning? Tell me about it."

"I rescued a few abducted children. The details of the process are shown on TV and online. You can watch them yourself." Liu Ziguang replied.

"Now I want you to say it yourself!" The policeman slapped the pen on the table heavily.

Liu Ziguang had no choice but to tell the story of what happened in the morning, and the police recorded while listening: " Well, the bicycle was snatched, okay... wait, you just said, drag that person out of the car, and when the speed is so fast, , you drag him out, don't you know it will be dangerous? "

"At that time, I was on the roof of the car, and I would be thrown off at any time, which was even more dangerous." Liu Ziguang argued.

"I'll just ask you if you know, don't say anything else!"

"Know!"

"Later, you led people to beat the suspect who had lost his resistance. Is it true?"

"Officer, I want to smoke a cigarette."

The recorded policeman slapped the pen on the table again: "Be honest!"

With a clatter, Liu Ziguang threw the handcuffs on the table, and stood up with his wrists moving. One of them was holding a small stick made of one-yuan banknotes. While the two policemen were stunned, he walked to the table and picked up a cigarette. He flicked a cigarette to his mouth, grabbed the lighter and lit it.

Taking a deep breath, he sprayed the smoke on the faces of the two policemen: "I'm done answering, now I want to go home and sleep."

The police stood up angrily: "Rampant! Your behavior has been suspected of breaking the law!"

The other policeman calmed down, pushed the record to Liu Ziguang, and said, "Look, sign your name on the back, and put a fingerprint on your name in the record."

Liu Ziguang pushed back the transcript: "I won't sign the confession because you induced it."

The two policemen were really furious this time, but they were old policemen after all, not Yang Feng's impatient brats, who knew how to deal with Liu Ziguang, a stinky and hard latrine stone.

"You can't evade the handling if you don't sign. You are under criminal detention on suspicion of homicide!"

...

It was already evening, and Liu Ziguang was escorted into a police van. The rear seat of Chang'an Star had been modified and iron fences were welded, which was very suitable for escorting prisoners.

Little Bread flashed the police lights, pulled the siren, and whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Did your friend call?"

While wiping his right hand with safflower oil, Li Zhiteng replied with a smirk: "It's over, don't you worry about Xiaoyong's work, it's definitely enough for that kid to drink a pot."

...

The Detention Center of the Public Security Bureau is located in Taolin Town in the outskirts. It was already night when we arrived there, and the lights were dark. The electric grid was pulled on the tall concrete wall. A large black iron gate was like the bloody mouth of a monster . On the watchtower, the sharp eyes of the armed police with guns on their backs scanned the big wall, and there were one or two barking dogs from time to time, making it even more quiet and terrifying.

The police car stopped, and a policeman came down to hand over the documents, then the small door opened, and Liu Ziguang was escorted in. The policeman in charge of receiving it was a 20 cents, a third-level police inspector. He looked at the documents, and then looked Liu Ziguang up and down. Talking, a young policeman came by and whispered something in his ear, and the third-level inspector said: "Okay, you can arrange it."

The little policeman is not tall, but is extremely stout. When he walks, his shoulders are shaking, and he looks very horizontal. He led Liu Ziguang inside, walked through a long passage, and came to the door of a cell. , took out the key and opened the iron door, under the light of the 30-watt light bulb in the corridor, you can see a row of concrete bungalows inside, and there are a lot of people lying there. Hearing the sound of the door opening, no one looks here.

"Sixi! The new prisoner, take good care of him!" After the little policeman finished speaking, he pushed Liu Ziguang into the cell, and closed the iron gate with a bang.

As soon as the police left, the prisoners who were pretending to be sleeping on the bunks all jumped up and looked at Liu Ziguang as if they were rare objects.

A thick and short man who was near the door sat up leisurely, there was not much space in the room, he occupied at least three seats by himself, it seemed that he was the boss here.

"New here, what's your name? Where did you come from? What happened to you?" The boss asked.

The rest of the prisoners also asked in a hurry:

"New here, do you have any cigarettes on you?"

"Do you have money?"

"Why are you still standing, fuck you! Do you know the rules, squat down!" Liu Ziguang pretended to be very scared and squatted down, and asked pitifully: " My name is Liu Ziguang. I am a security guard. I accidentally injured someone and came in. Brother , where do I sleep?"

The stubby man yelled: "Fuck you! It's the first time you come in, and call the report before you speak. " Then he turned his head and smiled at the prisoners: "This guy is a young man, he doesn't know any rules, brothers just play around."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Ziguang choked his neck and dragged him off the bunk. He kicked him in the stomach and kicked him far away, and flew into the dung trough in the deepest part of the house.

Then Liu Ziguang made a movement that stunned all the prisoners, threw himself beside the iron gate, pinched his throat, and shouted hoarsely: "Officer, help! Someone has been beaten!"

The only answer to him was the slamming of the iron door outside. Liu Ziguang turned around, looked at a group of stunned scum, and smiled maliciously.