Chapter 14 He Xiao Jun

Fang Senyan nodded and stood up to walk outside. His calmness made Mama He panic, and she hurriedly said,

"Big brother, where are you going?"

Fang Senyan turned his head slightly, a chilling smile on his lips:

"Of course, to bring Xiao Jun back."

Mama He was stunned, and it wasn't until Fang Senyan walked out that she suddenly realized, at a loss,

"This...how could he leave without even taking a sip of water?"

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After listening to Mama He's description, Fang Senyan immediately judged that the Xinjiang person who was forcibly selling Shaqima, even if not an accomplice, had a great connection with those who abducted children. Xiao Jun was already a child of eight and a half years old. If you want to take such a boy away silently, it is definitely not something one person can do, at least it is a gang crime! It is estimated that drugs and other unconventional means were used in this violent process.

The reason why the police are helpless when encountering this kind of thing is because they have to handle everything in accordance with the legal system, pay attention to evidence, and it also involves ethnic minorities, which undoubtedly makes them even more constrained. But Fang Senyan was unscrupulous. In fact, after he became a contractor, those rules and laws in the world no longer had any binding force on him.

The place where Mama He had the accident was not too far from here, about three streets away. Fang Senyan walked while looking for the Xinjiang people riding tricycles. This kind of person is very common on the streets of Chongqing and has obvious characteristics. After Fang Senyan had wandered around the surrounding six streets, he found a Xinjiang person next to a bus stop who was enthusiastically selling "Shaqima".

This Xinjiang person was wearing a melon-skin hat, with cunning eyes, about forty years old, and was selling his things with a clumsy Mandarin, gesticulating. Unfortunately, no one approached, and they all avoided him. Fang Senyan stood beside him and watched coldly. After a few buses passed and there were fewer people on the platform, he approached and said in a Henan accent:

"Is this snack delicious? How about a taste?"

The Xinjiang person immediately patted his chest and swore to the heavens, took a small piece and gave it to Fang Senyan to taste. Fang Senyan chewed a few mouthfuls in a plausible manner and asked:

"How much is it per *jin* (approximately 500 grams)?"

The Xinjiang person immediately beamed and said:

"Forty, forty!"

Fang Senyan immediately covered his wallet, and said with distress:

"Too expensive, too expensive."

He waved his hands repeatedly and was about to leave, but the Xinjiang person hadn't made a sale all morning, so he hurriedly grabbed Fang Senyan and said:

"Money?"

Fang Senyan was stunned and said:

"What money?"

The Xinjiang person said with confidence:

"Didn't you just eat my cake? My cake was originally a whole piece, but I cut it open for you to try, and now no one else will buy it. You have to buy all my cake!"

Fang Senyan shook his head like a rattle and turned to leave. However, the Xinjiang person was also prepared, and took out a whistle from his clothes, blew it shrilly, and several companions immediately appeared around him. Some were wearing dirty aprons selling mutton kebabs, and some were also riding tricycles. They pushed and cursed at Fang Senyan, gradually pushing him to a secluded corner where there were few people.

The Xinjiang person directly blocked Fang Senyan's path, holding a knife for cutting Shaqima in his hand, and said fiercely in broken Mandarin:

"Cake, four hundred yuan, eight *jin*! Hurry up!"

This is also the cleverness of these people. The cost price of that Shaqima is at most five yuan per *jin*, and they forcibly sell it to Fang Senyan, turning it over ten times in the blink of an eye. Moreover, even if the police caught them in this situation, it would at most be considered a forced sale—but what is the difference between these people and robbery?

Fang Senyan looked around and saw that there was no one there. Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyebrows bloomed, and he smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth:

"Okay, I'll buy it."

As soon as he said these words, his right fist had already slammed **** the Xinjiang person's shoulder like a heavy hammer. At this moment, the sound of the scapula breaking could be heard clearly! Before that miserable cry of pain could be uttered, Fang Senyan had already grabbed the person's neck and lifted him up. He swung him horizontally like a weapon, knocking over two more accomplices. At this time, a mutton kebab guy chased up from behind, looking like he was also ruthless, and slashed with a boning knife for cutting mutton! Fang Senyan couldn't avoid it, and immediately added an extremely tragic fresh knife wound on his back!

But only the person who wielded the knife knew that he felt that the knife was like cutting into the tire of a heavy-duty pickup truck. He only felt that after the blade entered the flesh, it was extremely astringent, and he almost had to use all his strength to drag the knife. After Fang Senyan felt a pain in his back, he immediately grabbed it backhand. His five fingers were like steel hooks, and he grabbed the knife with his bare hands, twisting it hard and snatching the knife.

At this time, these guys knew that they had run into a tough customer. The mutton kebab who stabbed first wanted to run. Fang Senyan caught up and kicked him directly against the opposite wall. There is usually a curse word on the Internet called "shoot you on the wall." Fang Senyan's kick had the same effect. The mutton kebab had a close encounter with the wall, and also posed in the shape of the Chinese character "出." After a few seconds, he fell face up, and it was estimated that he would not be able to recover for a few days.

At this time, this group of Xinjiang people lost their energy. They looked at each other and estimated that they also regarded Fang Senyan as a plainclothes policeman. Suddenly, they shouted in Xinjiang dialect with agitated emotions. Although Fang Senyan couldn't understand what they were shouting, he guessed that these people were using their old tricks to transform the internal contradictions of this matter into ethnic contradictions. It seems that in normal times, once this trick is used, the police will have a headache and have no good means to deal with this group of bastards, but the only thing this group of people misjudged was...Fang Senyan was not a policeman at all, so he could be said to be unscrupulous in doing things, not to mention ethnic contradictions, he wouldn't even blink his eyelids if it rose to Sino-US contradictions.

Fang Senyan only used one action to shut everyone present. He slapped out his hand, and the target was the guy wearing the melon-skin hat who was shouting the loudest. This slap seemed light, but it slapped the guy alive on the spot, causing him to spin 240 degrees. Several blood-stained white teeth flew through the air in an arc, and fell to the ground with a "click," splashing up a few wisps of dust. The guy stood there blankly for a long time, and a stream of blood flowed from his right ear hole, like a slowly crawling snake, and then he collapsed directly on the ground.

"I'm not a public security officer." Fang Senyan lowered his eyelids and said lightly. "So don't try to fool me with that. I'm here to find someone, and I'll leave as soon as I find him."

None of the four Xinjiang people around were still standing. They all looked up, looking at Fang Senyan with terrified eyes.

"Where is the Xinjiang guy who sold Shaqima here ten days ago?" Fang Senyan said coldly, while holding a stack of red banknotes in his hand. "Whoever tells me first, this ten thousand yuan is theirs."

These Xinjiang people looked at each other, but none of them spoke. Fang Senyan sighed and said:

"Very good."

The word "good" seemed to be still echoing in the air, and Fang Senyan had suddenly grabbed the hair of the person closest to him and slammed it against the wall next to him! This impact was very violent, and the sound made the goosebumps on people's bodies pop out one by one. There is no doubt that this unlucky child immediately fell into a deep coma. Fang Senyan slowly let go of his hand, allowing the bloody hair and scalp to fall from his fingers little by little. A bloodthirsty and brutal emotion涌ed out of his eyes:

"Very good, I hope you can all be tight-lipped. Even if all four of you can shut up and say nothing, won't I grab other people to ask?"

Fang Senyan slowly squatted down and walked to the mutton kebab who was holding his stomach and sucking in cold air, and said lightly:

"Where is the Xinjiang guy who sold Shaqima here ten days ago?"

The mutton kebab's pupils dilated instantly, and his hands twitched nervously on the dirty apron:

"That's Xiri Ahong, he's now on the Liberation Monument's territory."

Fang Senyan directly threw the ten thousand yuan on his face, and in the midst of the flying red banknotes, there was also a cold voice:

"Tell me everything you know. Whoever dares to betray you here, I will be responsible for collecting his body."

The mutton kebab swallowed a mouthful of saliva and greedily picked up the scattered banknotes:

"What do you want to know?"

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"Xiri Ahong and the others should be trafficking in children, right? A friend of mine's child was taken away by them. I want to find this child."

The mutton kebab was stunned and said:

"Trafficking in children? No, no, no, we don't do that. I heard that's the business of the Henan gang."

However, he immediately saw Fang Senyan's face darken, and hurriedly changed his words:

"But Xiri Ahong and his gang are indeed targeting children. Does your friend's son have any disabilities? Or does he look particularly pitiful?"

This mutton kebab looks like an old Jianghu, and it seems that he only looks like a Xinjiang person. Now he speaks fluent Beijing dialect, and it's so standard that it's almost catching up with the news anchor. Fang Senyan was slightly stunned and said:

"That child has severe lupus erythematosus, and his classmates call him mange dog. He should look quite pitiful."

"Then there's no running away!" The mutton kebab slapped his thigh, obviously with a very strong sense of role substitution, but accidentally touched a sore spot and immediately bared his teeth: "Xiri Ahong and his gang specialize in abducting this kind of child, training them according to the degree of physical disability, and then transferring them to other cities to beg for food!"