District 9

On Langming Street in Xinyuan District, a street outside Minfengjiayuan Community, Baojun took the phone and asked softly: "Uncle, I'm already here and I've brought the things over."

"Hand out the things, tell everyone your requirements, and be polite." Liu Zishu held the lunch box and said softly: "Anyway, you will be responsible for the side of Langming Street, and you can mobilize everyone there."

"Okay, uncle, I understand what you mean." Baojun nodded.

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

"that is it."

After saying that, the two ended the call.

In the Tiancheng Group Building, Liu Zishu quickly picked up two lunch boxes, answered another ringing phone, frowned and asked: "How is the situation over there? Have the things been distributed? Oh, then you tell Zhang Liang's people, Pingdao The district is also divided into two shifts, and those who work at night can get some subsidies. Oh, by the way, go back to the pharmaceutical group to pull a few carts of medicines, along with some gauze and medical supplies for treating trauma, divide them into portions, and give them to the leader Send it to people. If there is any conflict, people on the street can use it. Yes, you have to be more considerate. Okay, that's it."

On the sofa at the door, Ma Laoer, who had not even had time to eat, loosened his collar and said: "Japanese, please reply to the two private hospitals in Kaiyuan District. Yes, the price is no problem, but they have to set aside enough surgical staff. There are clinics and wards. Once something happens here, people should be able to get treatment if they pass by. Hmm, okay, I will say hello to the pharmaceutical group later, and I can give them a certain discount on the medicines they supply. Period. Oh, yes, you say hello to the people at the clothing factory again. We need to make up for the order for military coats. There are not enough for the road."

The commotion in Songjiang was so loud that it seemed quite boiling, but in fact this boiling also meant that Tiancheng's energy was being consumed all the time. Money is definitely the first hard foundation, but it is not enough to support an "action" of this scale. At this time, it became clear that Ma Laoer played a role in the team that others could not do at all. With his social skills on the ground and the depth of his connections, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is Tiancheng's number one person.

After making several calls, Ma Laoer hurriedly opened his lunch box and started eating.

"Everything has been arranged for tonight. There will be more people than yesterday." Liu Zishu came over with a water bottle and said, "Why don't you try tonight and walk to the Government Affairs Office?"

"Let's wait and see first." Ma Laoer waved his hand: "There are rumors outside that Fengbei wants to use external personnel to solve the problem of Songjiang's insufficient police force. Let's wait and see the reaction first."

"Okay," Liu Zishu nodded: "Then I won't go to the ground tonight."

"Well, let's take a nap later." Ma Laoer lowered his head and glanced at the lunch box, then immediately raised his head and said: "We are quite tired, just make this meal?! I will pay for an extra meal for everyone, and let the clerk Find a better restaurant and deliver food to us on a regular basis."

"thank you boss!"

"Second brother is awesome!"

"...!"

Dozens of people in the room immediately clapped their hands and applauded.

"Dip Lingling!"

While Ma Laoer was laughing, his cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, stood up immediately and said, "I'm going out to take a call."

…

Minfeng Home Community is an investment promoted by the Xinyuan District Council and is designed to build low-cost housing for people moving into the district. A few years ago, this kind of community was collectively called the Relief Administration Compound. But Lao Li felt that the words "Relief Agency" were a bit discriminatory to the people, which didn't sound pleasant to the ears. Therefore, the houses here that were sponsored by the government basically used words such as "people's safety, people's prosperity, and people's hope", which were invisible. Zhong also took care of the sentiments of people outside the district.

The compound was slightly crowded, and several trucks were parked. Baojun immediately waved his hand and shouted: "The trucks can't stay too long. Come on, let's help each other and unload the things quickly. Let's share them."

"What are they all?" A middle-aged man from the fifth room of the Wang family asked with a smile.

"We have military coats, cotton shoes, food and so on." Baojun replied politely: "It was originally two cars, but isn't our Langming Street in the center, which is quite hard, so I asked for one more car. .”

"Then let me thank you on behalf of the big guys, Ang, Xiaojun."

"You're welcome, Brother Qun. I will be responsible from now on. If you have anything to do, just tell me." Bao Jun replied with a smile.

"Okay." The group of brothers nodded, immediately waved their hands and shouted: "Come on, hurry up, take everything to the warehouse."

"Brother Qun, let me say a few words to convey the meaning above." Bao Jun said standing aside.

"Okay, tell everyone."

"It's like this. We held a meeting today to study it and have a few requirements: First, we can no longer attack functional departments without a word from the top; second, don't harass people and maliciously smash ordinary shops; third, no Violence against other people….”

"Dip Lingling!"

Just as Baojun was about to convey the meaning clearly, the phone in his pocket rang. He looked down at the caller ID and immediately smiled and said, "Sorry, I'll answer the phone."

"You take it, you take it." Brother Qun replied while biting the dry food.

Baojun walked aside and pressed the answer button: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Hurry up and run away with the leader. The police station and the joint defense team have already gone to your side to arrest the leader." Liu Zishu shouted in a serious tone.

Baojun was startled, and immediately turned around and shouted: "Quick, quick, clear the things and disperse everyone!"

…

Pingdao District.

Inside the door of a large warehouse, Zhang Liang's seven or eight brothers were discussing how to do the "night shift" at night, when they suddenly heard a loud bang outside the door.

"Whizzing……!"

Immediately afterwards, countless tear gas canisters were thrown in from outside, causing acrid and choking smoke.

"Don't move! Everyone from the police station is lying on the ground holding their heads!"

"Get down!"

"... Damn it, what's wrong with us?!" A middle-aged man didn't resist and just raised his hands to argue.

"Kang!"

The gunshot rang out, and the middle-aged man didn't even have a chance to react. He was shot dead by a Remington explosion-proof sprayer.

"Get down!"

"I told you to get down!!"

"...!"

The group of people who rushed in were really serious. They used solid T-shaped batons with gun handles and beat the people in the house without mercy.

…

In the Minfeng compound, Baojun and others were just about to flee when they heard the piercing sirens coming from the street.

Six trucks with the logo of the trading company and a dozen box trucks for hauling goods suddenly stopped around the community, and hundreds of police officers and personnel from the anti-terrorism brigade rushed out.

"Bang!"

Miller pushed open the car door, put his hands on his hips, and shouted with a stern look on his back: "Charge! Anyone who intends to resist will be killed on the spot."