Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 77 The Most Efficient Way to Find Someone

Chapter 77 The most efficient way to find people

Sheyan nodded, stood up and walked outside. His calmness made He's mother panic and said anxiously:

"Big brother, where are you going?"

Sheyan turned his head slightly, with a frightening smile on his lips:

"Of course I'm going to get Xiaojun back."

Mother He was stunned and waited until Fang Senyan walked out before she suddenly said at a loss:

"Why... why did you leave without even taking a sip of water?"

After listening to Mother He's description, Sheyan immediately determined that the Wujiang man who forcibly sold Shaqima, even if he was not an accomplice, was closely related to those who abducted children. Xiaojun is already eight and a half years old. If you want to take such a boy away silently, it is definitely not something that one person can do, or at least it will be a gang crime! It is estimated that unconventional means such as drugs were used during such violence.

The reason why the police are helpless when encountering this kind of thing is because they want to handle everything in accordance with the legal system, and what matters is evidence. Moreover, ethnic minorities are involved, which undoubtedly makes them even more handcuffed. But Sheyan was unscrupulous. In fact, after he became a contractor, the rules and laws in the world no longer have any binding force on him.

The place where Mother He's accident happened is not too far from here, about three streets away. As Fang Senyan walked, he looked for the kind of Wuji people riding three-wheeled carts. This kind of people are very common on the streets of Chongqing, and their characteristics are obvious. After Fang Senyan walked around the six streets, he found a Vujiang man next to a bus stop who was eagerly selling "Shaqima".

Wearing a melon-skin hat on his head, this fearful man has sly eyes. He is about forty years old. He is selling his goods while speaking poor Mandarin and making gestures. Unfortunately, no one even comes close to him. He is avoiding anyone. An inferior look. Fang Sheyan stood aside and watched with cold eyes. After a few buses passed by and there were fewer people on the platform, he got closer and said in Henan dialect:

"Is this snack delicious? Try it, do you like it?"

The Wujiang man immediately slapped his chest and swore to heaven and gave a small piece to Fang Senyan to taste. Fang Senyan chewed a few mouthfuls and asked:

"How much does it cost per pound?"

The people who feared Wujiang immediately said with joy:

"Forty, forty!"

Sheyan immediately covered his wallet and said distressedly:

"Too expensive."

He waved his hands and was about to leave. The Wujiang-fearing man hadn't opened his shop yet this morning, so he hurriedly grabbed Fang Senyan and said:

"Where's the money?"

Fang Senyan said in astonishment:

"What's the money?"

It is reasonable to fear the Wujiang people:

"Didn't you eat my cake just now? My cake was originally one piece. I cut it into pieces for you to taste. No one else is buying it. You have to buy all my cake!"

Fang Senyan shook his head like a rattle, turned around and left. However, the Wujiang man came well prepared. He took out a whistle from his clothes and blew it. Several companions immediately appeared around him. Some were wearing dirty aprons for buying mutton skewers, and some were wearing dirty aprons. The other person also came on a tricycle, pushing Fang Sheyan while yelling and cursing, and gradually pushed him into a quiet corner with few people.

The Wujiang-fearing man stood directly in front of Sheyan, holding the knife used to cut Shaqima in his hand, and said viciously in half-baked Mandarin:

"Cake, four hundred yuan, eight pounds! Hurry!"

This is also the shrewdness of this group of people. The cost price of Shaqima was only five yuan per catty at most. They forced it to Fang Senyan and the price increased tenfold in the blink of an eye. Moreover, even if the police caught him in this situation, it would at best be regarded as a forced sale. In fact, what is the difference between this group of people and robbery?

Fang Senyan looked around and saw that there was no one around. He suddenly raised his head, raised his eyebrows, showed his white teeth and smiled:

"Okay, I'll buy it."

As soon as he said these words, his right fist hit the shoulder of this Wujiang-fearing man like a heavy hammer. At this moment, you could clearly hear the sound of the shoulder blade breaking! Before the shrill cry of pain could be heard, Fang Senyan had already grabbed the man's neck and lifted him up. Taking advantage of the situation, he swung him sideways like a weapon and knocked over two more of his accomplices. At this time, a guy who was grilling mutton skewers came up from behind. He seemed to be ruthless. He was holding a mutton boning knife and slashed! Fang Senyan couldn't avoid it, and immediately there was a fresh and terrifying knife blade on his back!

But only the person wielding the knife knew. He felt that the knife was like cutting into the tire of a heavy-duty pickup truck. He felt that after the blade penetrated the flesh, it was extremely obscure. He almost had to use all his strength to cut the edge of the knife. drag. After Sheyan felt a pain in his vest, he immediately grabbed it with his backhand. His five fingers were like steel hooks. He grabbed the knife with his bare hands and twisted it hard to snatch it away.

Only then did these guys realize that they had hit an iron plate. The mutton skewer with the knife who was trying to injure people was the first to run away. Fang Sheyan caught up and kicked him directly to the opposite wall. There is usually a curse word on the Internet that is to shoot your vagina into the wall. Fang Senyan's kick is almost the same. After the mutton skewers came into close contact with the wall, they also made a pose with the word "out", separated by the wall. It took him a few seconds to fall face down, and he probably wouldn't be able to recover for a few days.

At this time, the group of Wujiang fearers were all exhausted. They looked at each other and probably thought that Fang Senyan was a plainclothes man. Suddenly they started shouting in the Wujiang dialect with great emotion. Although Fang Senyan couldn't quite understand what they were shouting, but It is estimated that these people are repeating their old tricks and trying to turn the internal conflicts in this matter into ethnic conflicts. It seems that in normal times, the police will have a big headache when this trick is used. There is no good way to deal with this group of bitches, but the only thing this group of people made wrong is... Sheyan is not a policeman at all, so he started to do things It can be said that there are no taboos. Let alone ethnic conflicts, even if it rises to the level of conflict between China and the United States, he will not even bat an eyelid.

Sheyan only used one action to silence everyone present. He waved his hand and slapped him across the face, and his target was the guy wearing a melon-skin hat who screamed the loudest. This slap may seem like an understatement, but it actually made the guy spin 240 degrees on the spot. A few bloody white teeth simply passed through the parabola in the air, and landed on the ground with a clatter. A few wisps of dust. The guy froze on the spot 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 to the ground.

"I'm not a police officer." Sheyan lowered his eyelids and said calmly. "So don't fool me with that trick. I'm here to find someone, and I'll leave as soon as I find someone."

None of the four Wujiang people around him was still standing. They all raised their heads and looked at Fang Sheyan with horrified eyes.

"Where is the young man from Wujiang 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, whose money this ten thousand yuan belongs to."

These Wujiang-fearing people looked at each other, but still no one spoke. Sheyan sighed and said:

"very good."

The word "good" seemed to still be reverberating in the air. Sheyan suddenly grabbed the hair of the person closest to him and slammed it against the wall next to him! The impact was so violent that the sound caused goosebumps to appear one by one. There is no doubt that the unlucky child immediately fell into a deep coma. Sheyan slowly let go of his hand, letting the bloody hair and scalp fall bit by bit from the gaps between his fingers. There was a mixture of bloodthirsty and cruel emotions in his eyes:

"Very good, I hope you all can keep your mouth shut. Even if the four of you can keep your mouth shut, won't I catch other people and ask?"

Sheyan slowly squatted down, walked to the mutton skewers, which was holding his stomach to breathe in the cold air, and said calmly:

“Where was the young man from Wujiang who sold Shaqima here ten days ago?”

Mutton Kebab's pupils dilated instantly, and his hands nervously rubbed on the dirty apron:

"That's Xiri Ahong. Now he's going to the Jiefangbei site."

Sheyan threw the 10,000 yuan directly in his face, and while the red banknotes were flying, there was a cold voice:

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

Mutton Skewers swallowed a mouthful of saliva and greedily picked up the scattered banknotes:

"What do you want to know?"

Fang Sheyan said calmly:

"Xiri Ahong and the others are kidnapping children, right? The child of one of my friends was kidnapped by them. I want to find this child."

Mutton Skewers said in astonishment:

"Abducting children? No, no, no, we don't do that. I heard it's the business of the Henan Gang."

However, he immediately saw Sheyan's face darken and quickly changed his words:

"But the people in Xiri Ahong are really targeting children. Does your friend's son have any disability? Or does he look very pitiful at first sight?"

This mutton skewer looks like an old man from Jianghu. It looks like he just looks like someone who is afraid of the Wujiang. Now he is fluent in Beijing movies, and his standard is almost as good as that of the Xinwen Network announcer. Sheyan was slightly startled and said:

"That child has severe lupus erythematosus. His classmates call him a mangy dog. He must look quite pitiful."

"Then there's no running away!" Mutton Skewers slapped his thigh. Obviously, he had a strong sense of role substitution, but he accidentally touched a painful spot. He immediately grinned: "Xiri Ahong's gang specializes in abducting children like this. It depends on the body. We train people according to their disability level and then send them to another city to beg for food!