Baicai Street is located at the urban-suburban junction on the edge of the city. It is a very ordinary small street.
Because it is close to Longkongshan University, the latest local institution of higher learning, as well as several areas where migrant workers live. Although it is far from the city center, the population density may be higher than that of the city center. It is almost like a garbage dump. Like flies inside.
——No matter day or night, there are always many scattered stalls scattered along the street: those selling kebabs, selling sugar cane, selling jelly and iced drinks, selling mobile phone accessories, selling pirated books, selling snacks... Countless noisy vendors pushing small carts blocked the narrow sidewalks and even spread to the motor vehicle lanes. It can be called the street stall street of the city.
It was midsummer in June, and it was the rush hour after get off work. People were coming and going on the road. Vendors were shouting loudly in a southern and northern accent. Colorful sewage was flowing on the ground. The scent of various snacks was floating in the air. And the poor drivers Then honked the horn anxiously...
Fortunately, those BMWs that like to hit people rarely seem to hang out here, and the tragedy of "70 yards" is even less likely to happen here - if anyone really dares to drive at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour in such a place, then It is no longer a race car, but a massacre and demolition.
Of course, wherever there are people there are bound to be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes there are bound to be fights. Wherever there are crowds of people, all kinds of conflicts will be more frequent. Baicai Street is naturally no exception... No, under the dim sunset, another "heated" physical exchange is about to take place.
"... Mr. **** is a no-nonsense person! If I crush a watermelon of yours, I will pay you 60 yuan? Damn you!"
The dark and thin Chongqing migrant worker stared, cursed in completely non-standard Mandarin, and slapped the chopping board with his big palm-like hand, "...It's almost July now! How can there be such a precious thing? Watermelon? There’s no such thing as blackmail, right?”
"...Tch! You shameless stingy, since you crushed my watermelon, you have to pay me obediently!"
The tall and round fruit stall owner narrowed his eyes and waved a sharp watermelon knife intimidatingly, "... what I sell are authentic Nanjing cemetery melons, and they are also grafted with imported improved varieties. I only charge you 60 yuan, which is still cheap. In a word, compensation or no compensation?”
"...Fuck! You want to kill someone!" Seeing the sharp blade coming, the migrant worker jumped back quickly, then put his hands on his hips and cursed, "...we Chongqing Bangbangs must not have diarrhea. If you bring me, come up and do whatever you want!”
In full view of the public, the Chongqing migrant worker cursed and untied the large sack behind his back, pulled out a piece of stainless steel water pipe that seemed to have been picked up from a construction site, and then took off his smelly sweatshirt and threw it away, showing off his tangled state. of strong muscles, And colorful tattoos, "...Look, on my arm is a blue dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, an old ox on my waist, and a dragon's head on my chest. If someone blocks the person, he will kill, and if the Buddha blocks the Buddha, he will kill the Buddha! I will kill someone like you." Mendun, no problem!”
He manipulated the steel pipe, imitating the appearance of the Shaolin monk in the martial arts TV series, and made a move with great familiarity, showing off proudly. Unexpectedly, the fruit stall owner looked him up and down, his eyes filled with disdain and...pity?
"...Tsk, tsk, the Green Dragon and the White Tiger, stuff from old martial arts novels, has long been out of date. Are you a southwestern country bumpkin from China? Don't you know how to keep pace with the times?"
The fruit stall owner said meanly while unbuttoning his flowered shirt, revealing a clump of dark chest hair, a red crab tattoo hidden among the chest hair, and two circles of small words tattooed on his left and right arms.
"...Look, see clearly, I am the eight honors on the left and the eight disgrace on the right. The three representatives hang around the waist, and the river crab mythical beast is hidden in the chest. Guan Baofa can harmonize you with one big move!"
"...Wow! Keep talking and use hammers, and we will see the real results!"
When the migrant worker saw that he couldn't talk to the other party, he was so angry that he picked up the water pipe and banged it on the asphalt road, "...Dare you fight with me? Humph, I'll beat you until even your mother can't. Got it! ”
"...I should be telling you this." The fruit stall owner snorted, bent down and took out a brick from under the wheel of the electric tricycle, and then picked up the kitchen knife for cutting watermelon, "...Today If I don’t beat the crap out of you, even if you pooped it out last night!”
"...Everyone, come and see! There's going to be a fight!"
"...Tsk, tsk, you're all copying me!"
"...place your bet, place your bet!"
"...Chongqing's 'Bangbang' loses two for one! The fat man selling watermelons at Red Star Farm loses three for one! Who will buy it?"
The people, who were afraid of the world being in chaos, immediately made a fuss and formed a circle ten steps away as a duel ground for these two guys. Many people took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures, intending to record the real fighting scene so that they could post it on their blogs to show off to netizens in the future.
So, we watched another earth-shattering, weeping street battle about to break out in Baicai Street...
Suddenly, through the high-pitched portable speaker usually used for hawking, a voice full of panic suddenly sounded not far away:
"...The wind is tight! Huh! The city management is coming!"
At this moment, the air on the street seemed to cool down rapidly to absolute zero! The originally bustling crowd was suddenly silenced!
Then, in the next moment, many vendors on the street were like soldiers who heard the charge, and students heard the bell, and they all seemed to be excited. They threw their mobile phones into their pockets and then took out their track and field competition medals. Sprinting at a speed of 3 meters, the car pushed forward with a "boost" sound, causing chaos on the roadside.
"...Bah! These damn gray skins are here again!"
"...The city management is here, pack your things quickly!"
"...Don't take that, the fine will be much more expensive than this!"
"...I just went through some trouble last week and confiscated one of my tricycles. Why are you here to inspect it again today?"
"...What are you nagging about now? Why don't you run away? Do you want to wait and be taken home again?!"
"...Hurry up, good dogs don't block the way! If you keep dawdling, I'll hit you!"
The whole street was filled with cries, roars, and curses... in short, it was like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Even the two street fighters who were originally ready to fight were no longer in the mood to fight. The fruit seller no longer cared about the crushed watermelon, threw away the knife and bricks and got into the car to leave. The Chongqing migrant workers also stuffed the water pipes into their bags, turned around and disappeared into the sea of people.
Then, at the entrance of Baicai Street, two urban management officers and two dogs finally appeared.
"...Woof~woo~woof!"
"...beast! Stop!"
Two wild dogs, panting and foaming at the mouth, ran wildly in front, followed closely by two city guards in gray uniforms and big-brimmed hats who were also panting, holding electric batons and iron pliers in their hands. Whether it was a person or a dog, it seemed that they had been running for a long time and looked almost dead from exhaustion.
Although one look at this situation would tell you that the so-called "urban management raids" were a misunderstanding, but most of the vendors had already moved far away. And most of them just focused on escaping and didn't even think of looking back to see what was going on. Therefore, the two urban management officers of the Dog Management Center were still like Moses parting the Red Sea. They just dispersed the originally crowded Baicai Street until the street was empty. , leaving only peel garbage and rotten straw mats everywhere.
The young urban management officer seemed to have seen someone familiar among the running vendors, so he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"... Dear fellow villagers! Be calm and don't be impatient! Please don't be afraid. We will only beat dogs and not people today!"
However, before he could finish his words, he was slapped on the head by the old city manager wearing reading glasses.
"...Xiao Wang! What are you talking about? Do you want to smear the image of our urban management? What a mess!"
"...Yes, Master Sun, I said the wrong thing."
The young city manager known as Xiao Wang quickly apologized, but when he turned around he screamed, "...Oh, no! Those two beasts are going to escape!"
"...That's right...Hey, I've beaten them several times, but these beasts run so fast!"
——While the two of them were distracted, the two wild dogs that had been chasing them had already entered a winding alley, and then jumped between garbage dumps, broken bicycles and air-conditioning plug-in units. After two jumps, he completely disappeared. He really understood the essence of guerrilla warfare.
Seeing this situation, the two urban management comrades from the Dog Management Center of the Comprehensive Urban Management Law Enforcement Brigade were stunned for a moment, and they could only smile bitterly and stopped in silence. I turned around and looked at Baicai Street, which was in a mess, full of debris, but completely deserted, and I didn't know what to say.
——The dog didn’t hit him, but he scared the person away?
What the hell is this?
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——Urban Comprehensive Management Law Enforcement Officer, referred to as urban management, is a glorious and great profession, a majestic and solemn profession, a profession full of vitality and violence, and a profession with a long history. It is said that its predecessor can be traced back to the urban infantry brigade in the ancient Roman Empire. It participated in countless tragic civil wars that attempted to usurp the throne and left a mark in the history of the West...
——The Chinese Urban Management Bureau is a paramilitary organization secretly developed by our country. It manages the city in peacetime and practices guerrilla tactics; it can be incorporated into the regular army during wartime. It is an excellent reserve force that can charge, reconnaissance, guerrilla, endure hardship, endure, and fight hard.
——The Pentagon’s secret report stated: China’s urban management team is a terrifying paramilitary organization with powerful potential that can operate around the clock with just a broken van or pickup truck. It is said that if you want to become an excellent urban management officer, the entry standard is to be able to dismantle Gundam with bare hands.
——In accordance with the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence, our country solemnly promises not to be the first to use urban management to foreign countries...
Obviously, these crazy words mentioned above are just jokes.
However, in today's Chinese society, urban management is indeed a dangerous profession that is notorious for its evil reputation, but is also very vulnerable to physical and mental injuries.
On the first day of his summer internship at the Dog Management Center, our protagonist Wang Qiu had a profound understanding of this.
——The weather at the end of June was already extremely sultry. Although it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching sun was still shining directly on the earth, making the gravel and gravel on the road seem to shimmer with light. Under the scorching sun, the churning heat wave almost made people breathless. The exhausted two people simply sat down on the edge of the cement flower bed in the green belt, breathing heavily while avoiding the still A scorching midsummer sunset.
Looking around, the unbearable heat fills every molecule of the air, exuding the power of midsummer everywhere. The chirping of cicadas is disturbing, and even the wild cats on the roadside are huddled listlessly in the grass and yawning - although the wild dogs He was being chased by the city management, but the wild cat was ignored.
"...Master Sun, you have worked really hard today, please drink some water!"
Wang Qiu, an urban management intern, bought two bottles of ice-cold mineral water from a roadside newsstand and handed one of them to the senior wearing reading glasses, "...I am a straight-talking person, please don't blame me. But. You obviously work in an office, and you are already so old. You will be retiring in two months. Why do you want to go out with me in the bright sun and beat dogs everywhere? "
"...GuluGulu...Hey! What can I do? There have been several cases of wild dogs wounding people recently, and a little girl was bitten to death in Dongshan Village. Not to mention our Municipal Party Committee Secretary, who was killed earlier. When I went to visit the lonely old man, I was actually bitten by a wild dog that jumped out of nowhere in front of TV cameras and a large group of reporters. I made a big fool of myself on the spot!”
Lao Sun took the mineral water bottle from Wang Qiu, unscrewed the cap and drank most of the bottle in one breath, and then sighed and explained the secret, "...In this way, it will be a big problem for the current problem of stray dogs in our city." The relevant leaders of the city naturally attach great importance to this problem. At the end of last month, they made a decision to urgently carry out a special campaign against stray dogs in summer this month. They also set a hard target to kill 300 wild dogs! br>
Originally, with the red-headed documents from the city, it was reasonable to contact the police and militia to carry out a summer dog hunting campaign. It would only be a light drizzle to kill hundreds of wild dogs. Unexpectedly, since the beginning of the month, several murders and robberies have occurred in our city, and no suspects have been caught. So the police and the joint defense team had to search for the culprit first, and we had to figure out a way to beat the dog ourselves.
Originally, the unit wanted to recruit some temporary workers to help hunt dogs, but the funds could not be approved. It’s already the 30th, and more than ten people in the entire management center are busy, and the target is still about 30 dogs short of..."
At this point, Lao Sun sighed again, "...Oh, the leaders in the unit are all anxious! So now we have to mobilize the whole situation, and everyone who can run and walk is dispatched, just to win We can complete the dog-fighting target by the end of the month. Even me, the old man in charge of files, and you, a college student who just came to intern, were caught short... Xiao Wang, you really missed the deadline when you came to our unit for internship this time. It’s time!”
"...Haha, seniors like you don't complain, how can we, the younger generation, be afraid of hardship and tiredness?"
Wang Qiu took a few sips of mineral water and replied with a forced smile, but when he looked back at the simple equipment in his hands, he suddenly felt sad again, "...Master Sun, I heard that the urban management dog hunting teams in Zhengzhou and Shanghai, They are all equipped with iron armor and tranquilizer guns. But why do we only have two old-fashioned electric batons, a pair of iron clamps for strangling dogs, and this barbed wire bag? In addition, we can’t even ride in a car. Run on two legs!”
"...Oh, our dog management center only has two pick-up trucks and one electric car in total! Right now, almost all the people are dispatched to hunt dogs. There are not enough public buses and there is no way to do it. If you drive a private car, you can't reimburse the gas expenses... As for the poor equipment...the equipment is already sufficient now.”
A flash of light suddenly appeared on Lao Sun's reading glasses, as if he was scolding the younger generation for their dissatisfaction, "...In the 1980s, when our urban management was first established, it was called a real beggar-beating team. ! Everyone was given a wooden stick and a big sack! It seems that I am no longer useful. Back then, I dared to walk through the streets alone in the middle of the night, carrying a stick and hitting dogs on sight. I always hit the dog accurately with one hit, and then put it in a sack. Carrying it around, sometimes you can peel the skin and stew it in a pot of dog meat hot pot as a midnight snack..."
Recalling the glorious years of those years, the old Sun, who was about to retire, couldn't help but feel quite proud. He originally wanted to brag about his "glorious record" of fighting against pack dogs. Unexpectedly, just as he said this, he heard the faint sound of barking coming from the alley where the wild dog had been chased just now.
"...Oh! Do those two beasts dare to come back again?! They are really asking for death!"
Hearing that the two ignorant dogs seemed to have gone and returned, Lao Sun, who was worried about the lack of victory, was overjoyed for a moment. He immediately grabbed the electric baton and stood up, saying, "...Xiao Wang, you Sit down first! Look at how powerful this dog-beating stick technique I created is!”
However, the next moment after standing up, the smile on Lao Sun's face froze.
——Yellow dogs, black dogs, white dogs, mixed-haired dogs, huskies, Chihuahuas, native dogs, black-backed dogs... There are more than a dozen stray dogs of different heights, fatness and thinness, and they are jumping quickly across the gutter at this moment. He jumped up the steps, walked around the garbage pile, arched his body in unison, roared in a low voice, put on a ferocious aura of staring at someone's pregnancy, and rushed towards Lao Sun from the depths of the alley!
The rows of sharp white teeth dripping with saliva, pairs of bloody dog eyes full of violence, and dirty dog paws all glowed with a faint red light in the setting sun, as if they would be full in the next moment. Drink the blood of your enemies...
What a mess! The two mad dogs who were injured just now came to take revenge with a large number of dog friends!
It has only been a few years since I personally went out to hunt dogs. When did these wild dogs become so organized? Is there some kind of dog union that can't be formed?
Faced with such a surreal and terrifying crisis, Lao Sun only hesitated for a second before making an unusually decisive decision.
He turned around with great agility, thrust the electric baton into Wang Qiu's hand, who had not yet understood the situation, and said with all sincerity, "...Comrade Xiao Wang, I have to trouble you to bear it this time." ! I'll call for help! I'll treat you to hot pot tomorrow! Now, I'll retreat and you'll take cover!"
The next moment, Lao Sun's legs seemed to be native to Kenya, like the most powerful antelope, flying towards the sunset.
——Hmm, this is basically like pulling the grenade away from the ring of fire, stuffing it into the opponent's hand, and then explaining "sincerely": "... now is the time to make sacrifices, for Justice and victory, I retreat, you cover!”
And when Comrade Wang Qiu, the unlucky urban management intern, finally looked back and saw clearly the danger he was facing, he only had time to let out an extremely sad cry, and had to use 300% of his fighting power to fight for his life. Fight to the Death:
"...Oh - no -"
"...Woo-woo!!!"
"...ping ping ping ping pong! crackling!"
Next, an unprecedentedly brutal and bloody battle between man and dog broke out on the messy Baicai Street... And this was just the most insignificant one among the countless adventures that classmate Wang Qiu was about to experience... < br>