On the street outside Minfeng Home Community on Langming Street, Xinyuan District, Baojun held the phone and asked softly: "Brother, I've already arrived here and I've brought the things."

"I sent the things and told you about the requests. Be more polite." Uncle Liu Zi held the lunch box and whispered: "Anyway, I will be responsible for you on the other side of Langming Street, and you will be transferred to everyone there."

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

"Okay, call me if you have something to do."

"Well, that's it."

After saying that, the two ended the call.

In the Tiancheng Group Building, Uncle Liu Zi quickly picked up two lunch boxes, answered another ringing call, frowned and asked, "How is your situation there? Did the thing be sent? Oh, then you told Zhang Liang's people that Pingdao District is also divided into two shifts, and those who can get some subsidies at night. Oh, by the way, you go back to the Pharmaceutical Group to pull a few trucks of medicines, and cooperate with some gauze, medical supplies, and ingredients to send them to the leading people. Once there is any conflict, people on the street can use it. Yes, do it more considerately. OK, that's it."

On the sofa at the door, Ma Lao Er, who had no time to eat, relaxed his neck and said, "Ghost, please reply to the two private hospitals in Kaiyuan District. Yes, the price is fine, but they have to leave enough surgical clinics and wards. Once something happens here, they will be treated when people pass by. Well, okay, I will say hello to the Pharmaceutical Group and provide them with medicines, which can be discounted. Oh, yes, you say hello to the people from the clothing factory. The military coat needs to be replenished, but there are not enough on the road."

Songjiang was so turbulent, it looked quite boiling, but in fact, this boiling also means that Tiancheng's energy is consumed all the time. Money is definitely the hardest foundation, but it is not enough to support this scale of "action". It is reflected at this time that the role Ma Laoer plays in the team is completely impossible for others. His social skills on the ground and the thickness of his connections are not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in Tiancheng.

After making a few phone calls, Ma Laoer hurriedly opened the lunch box and started eating.

"All the things tonight have been arranged, and the number of people will be more than yesterday." Uncle Liu Zi walked over with a water bottle and said, "How about trying it tonight and walking to the Government Affairs Bureau?"

"Look and see first." Ma Lao Er waved his hand: "There is a rumor outside, saying that Fengbei wants to solve the problem of insufficient police force in Songjiang through external recruitment. Let's see the reaction first."

"That's fine," Uncle Liu Zi nodded: "Then I won't go to the ground tonight."

"Well, let's have a sleep later." Ma Lao Er lowered his head and glanced at the lunch box, immediately raised his head and said, "We are very tired, so let's do this food?! I'll pay to add a meal for everyone, and ask the clerk to find a better restaurant and deliver it to us regularly and at regular orders."

"Thank you, boss!"

"Second brother is awesome!"

“…!”

Dozens of people in the room immediately clapped and applauded.

"Di Lingling!"

While Ma Lao Er was smiling, the phone ring suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately stood up and said, "I'll go out and answer the phone."

...

Minfeng Home Community is an investment raised by the Xinyuan District Council, which is specially built for low-priced houses for the people entering the district. This kind of community was collectively called the Relief Department's compound a few years ago. But Lao Li felt that the three words of the Relief Department were somewhat discriminatory to the people, and it was not very pleasant to hear, so the houses built by the government here basically use words such as Minxing, Minfeng, and Minsheng, which invisibly took care of the emotions of the people outside the district.

The courtyard was a little crowded, and several trucks were stagnant. Baojun immediately waved his hand and shouted: "The car can't stay for too long. Come on, let's take a hand together, and remove the things quickly and everyone will divide them."

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

"There are military coats, cotton shoes, food, etc." Baojun replied politely: "It was originally two cars, but our Langming Street is at the center. It's more difficult, so I asked for another car."

"Then I'll thank you for everyone, Ang, Xiaojun."

"You're welcome, Brother Qun, I'll be responsible for this in the future. Just tell me if you have any questions." Baojun replied with a smile.

"Hello." Brother Qun nodded and waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, hurry up, take all the things to the warehouse."

"Brother Qun, I'll say a few words to convey the above meaning." Baojun said standing aside.

"Okay, tell everyone."

"That's right. Today, I studied it. There are several requirements: First, without the above words, we cannot attack functional departments anymore; second, do not harass the people or maliciously smash ordinary shops; third, do not take violence against other people..."

"Di Lingling!"

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

"You pick it up, you pick it up." Brother Qun replied, biting the dry food.

Baojun walked aside and pressed the answer button: "Brother Uncle, is there anything wrong?"

"Hurry up and lead the leader, the police station, the joint defense team has already gone to you. I want to catch the leader." Uncle Liu Zi shouted in a serious tone.

Baojun was stunned and immediately turned around and shouted, "Hurry, hurry up, clear the things and everyone dispersed!"

...

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 he suddenly heard a loud noise outside the door.

"Swoosh..."

Immediately afterwards, countless tear gases were thrown in from outside, and pungent and choking smoke suddenly burst out.

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

"Let's go down!"

"...Damn, what's wrong with us?!" The middle-aged man did not resist, but raised his hand to argue.

"Kang!"

The gunshots were heard, and the middle-aged man had no chance to react, and was shot dead by Remington's explosion-proof trolls.

"Let's go down!"

"I'm a hell and let you lie down!!"

“…!”

The people who rushed in were completely moved. The solid T-shaped baton, combined with the gun handle, beat the crowd inside the house without any mercy.

...

In the Minfeng compound, Baojun and others were about to escape in all directions when they heard a harsh sirens coming from the street.

Six trucks with the logo of the trading company and more than a dozen boxes of trucks used to transport goods were instantly parked around the community. Hundreds of police officers and personnel from the Counter-Terrorism Brigade all rushed out.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!