Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The militiaman glared and shone the flashlight on Nalan Huide's face. He curled his lips and said,

"You're good people? What? Good people have words carved on their heads? Take your things now and hurry back to the security department. We'll let you go after we've investigated thoroughly!"

Nalan Huide still begged for mercy, but Dabao pulled him back.

"These guys are trying to rob us. They'll take us back, beat us up, and lock us up overnight. They'll let us go tomorrow, and we'll have to be grateful to them. They'll divide these things among themselves when they get home!"

Dabao looked at the young man and said contemptuously,

"Is it this way?"

The young man jumped up in fright, and his flashlight fell to the ground. He stammered,

"H-h-how did you know?"

The militiamen slapped their foreheads, gnashing their teeth in hatred. "Isn't this a fool? If the factory director wasn't his father, how could he have become a deputy section chief?"

The militia stepped forward and poked Dabao with the barrel of the gun. This really annoyed Dabao. This broken gun was made in Hanyang, which was very easy to misfire. If it misfired, he would lose his life here, which was really unfair.

Dabao grabbed the gun and swung it, hitting the militiaman's face hard. The militiaman tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, along with five or six teeth.

Several militiamen were immediately dumbfounded. They were just non-staff members of the security department, following the deputy chief on patrol. They didn't expect to run into a tough guy all of a sudden.

Unexpectedly, the stuttering deputy section chief was quite tough. He raised his box gun and shouted,

"Oh my god, you dare to hit my people? Have you had enough of living like this?"

Dabao didn't tolerate him either. He swung his spear and slammed the butt of the spear into his face. He made the same sound of "wow", tilted his head, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a few yellow teeth.

The difference was that this guy fell to the ground all of a sudden and started vomiting. He vomited out all the wine and food he had eaten. The smell was terrible.

Dabao pulled Nalan Huide, crossed his arms and looked at them coldly. Originally, when these patrolmen encountered such a situation, they had to ask clearly, and it was even normal to take the person back.

Dabao didn't want to confront them at first, he just wanted to be on good terms and negotiate, so he just took his work permit and let them take a look at it and leave.

I didn't expect these guys to have such evil intentions, wanting to accuse them of a crime and confiscate all the food and other things. How could Dabao tolerate them? If I hadn't shown mercy just now, these two blows would have been enough to smash their heads.

Dabao raised his spear, his eyes erect, and looked fiercely at the remaining militiamen. He thought that these two blows would be enough to intimidate these militiamen.

But he forgot that money can move people's hearts, especially in this era of famine. They were two grown men carrying so much food. Walking on the street in the middle of the night, they were like two pieces of walking gold, shouting to everyone,

"You robbed me! You robbed me, if you have the guts, rob me!"

Several militiamen looked at each other, as if they had suddenly made some kind of decision. They raised their guns together and pointed them at Dabao and Nalan Huide.

Nalan Huide was so frightened that he was shaking all over and could no longer stand. With a thud, he fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly.

Dabao shouted,

"How dare you! You don't ask for any reason and just point guns at ordinary people. What on earth do you want to do?"

The militiaman, who had several teeth knocked out, covered his face and took two steps forward, supporting each other with the young man. He said viciously,

"What do we want to do? Let me tell you! Leave all the food and milk powder to me today, and then stay in the security department of the textile factory for two days. Don't worry, we will release you after two days. We won't bother with you for beating us two brothers.

You guys better think about it, at most you'll suffer for two days, so just put down your guns and come back with us!"

His cousin pulled him and whispered quickly,

"Cousin, this won't do! My dad never hit me, but this guy beat me so hard that several of my teeth fell out. This matter can't be let go!"

The militia whispered sinisterly,

"Why are you so anxious? Once we get back to the security department, you'll have the final say, won't you? Then you can tell him to flatter you, or beat him up if you tell him to. After you're done with him, you can charge him with speculation and throw him in jail. It'll be eight or ten years before you see them again!"

When his cousin heard this, he laughed slyly and secretly gave a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, cousin. After the National Day, I will definitely ask my father to make you a regular employee. Then I will promote you to a team leader in the Security Department. From now on, the Security Department will be run by the two of us."

Dabao held the gun and said with a smile,

"Are you two stupid? If you want to discuss something, why don't you go further away? You're not even two steps away from me, and you're already discussing how to deal with me? Do you think I'm deaf?"

The cousins ​​were not very smart. They were still discussing how to deal with the person in front of him. The militiamen next to them almost burst out laughing.

This cousin gritted his teeth and puffed out his chest. A sharp pain came from his mouth, and he immediately covered his mouth. The pain of artificial tooth extraction without anesthesia can be imagined.

He pointed at Dabao and the other two.

"Catch them! If they resist, kill them without mercy!"

Before he finished speaking, Dabao came up and kicked him in the chest.

"You stinking idiot, you still want to kill without mercy? Do you think you are the Jinyiwei or the Dongchang?"

The cousin was kicked so hard that he was almost out of breath. He lay on the ground with his legs up in the air and didn't move. The militiamen were so frightened that they cocked their rifles.

Dabao didn't have time to play with them anymore. He was supposed to drink some wine that night. If he hadn't drunk some wine, he would never have treated them like this tonight.

Dabao stretched out his hand, took out his gun and fired three shots into the sky. The sound of the gun scared the militiamen. They had fired guns during training, but they had never shot anyone.

The sound of firing in the dead of night could be heard from far away, and the cousin was startled. He clearly saw Dabao throw the rifle to the ground, then took out a pistol from somewhere and fired several shots into the sky.

Although he is not smart, he is not an absolute fool. He naturally knows what his behavior today means. If he had taken Dabao and the others to the police station, whether they were guilty or not, they would have been held responsible.

But they clearly wanted to rob the food here, then take the people back to the textile factory security department to beat them up, and then throw them into jail on false charges.

Putting aside other things, they can't escape the crime of robbery, and they committed it with guns, in a gang!

He was holding a box gun in his hand, shaking constantly. Just as he was about to raise it to point at Dabao, Dabao raised his hand and shot, and the guy fell down...