Chapter 8 Section 7 The Cowardly Law Enforcement Team

In fact, at that time, there were still some people in the village in the city secretly investigating the dens of fake cigarettes; there were also tobacco inspectors, also in plain clothes, who broke into the village in the city.However, no one can tell exactly how many counterfeit cigarettes, counterfeit cigarette dealers, and counterfeit cigarette dens there are in such a huge urban village.But this is definitely a jaw-droppingly large number. One night at about ten o'clock in the evening, the artist and I were walking in the alley, and suddenly saw several women running past in panic, shouting Hokkien that we didn't understand.The shops on both sides of the alley pulled down the shutters at the same time, and the sound of iron sheets colliding with iron sheets lasted for a long time, which was extremely ear-piercing.After the rolling gate was hastily locked, the shopkeeper fled to the depths of the alley in a panic, as if his tail had been burned.

what's going on?I looked back and saw that there were many people in uniforms at the entrance of the village. Judging from the different colors of the uniforms, tonight should belong to the joint law enforcement of different departments. The law enforcement officers came to a store and stopped. The store's shutters were locked and the owner fled.Later I heard that every time law enforcement officers searched, there were informants who reported in advance.When they receive clues, they will be dispatched. The owner is not here, what should I do?Picking the lock, law enforcement officials believe, contained fake cigarettes, because this was a point reported by the informant.The door lock was pried open, but no fake cigarettes were found inside.Outside the store is a group of onlookers, many of whom are from southern Hokkien.The atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment.

Suddenly, the woman with a black mole on the corner of her mouth came out. She was like a madman with disheveled hair and rushed into the shop. Looking at the ground that had been turned into a mess, she cried loudly: "It's terrible, don't let people go!" Alive. God, I'm not alive." The woman with the mole rushed to a fat man who looked like an official, and cried, "What crime have I committed, that you treat me like this?" She stretched out her fingers with long nails, trying to grab the official man's face.Several staff members went up and stopped her. She fell to the ground and rolled twice: "Ah, the police ransacked my house and beat me." She took everyone in uniform as a policeman.

Another dark-skinned man rushed into the door. He pointed at the staff and said righteously: "You wait, you broke into the house in the middle of the night, and I will sue you." The staff backed away shyly. Hei Mo and his wife really took the Tobacco Monopoly Bureau to court. A few months later, Hei Mo and his wife won the lawsuit. The Tobacco Monopoly Bureau not only apologized to them, but also compensated them several thousand yuan. Later, Hei Mo and his wife changed to another store in the urban village and resumed their old business. The problem is, I clearly know that this shop is in the business of counterfeit cigarettes, but what about counterfeit cigarettes?

It was only later that I found out that these shops usually do not sell fake cigarettes, and the fake cigarettes are stored in another place in the village in the city.When there is a call from a counterfeit cigarette dealer who needs fake cigarettes, and when the truck pulling the goods is about to drive to the village in the city, someone will come to these shops carrying fake cigarettes.You can carry as much as you want.The fake cigarettes were loaded into the car, and the car left quickly.It is even more difficult to find evidence of their crimes. That night, the joint law enforcement team was divided into two groups, and another team also came to take part in the activities of removing the fake cigarette dens, but they also got off to a bad start.

This group of people entered the village from another direction of the village in the city. They found the den provided by the informant, which was located on the top floor of a building.They pried open the door lock, found more than ten boxes of fake cigarettes from inside, and then left the scene with the fake cigarettes on their shoulders. Just as they passed through a narrow alley and were about to leave the village in the city, suddenly the windows of the buildings on both sides opened together, and stones and bricks were thrown from upstairs, like dumplings, and fell on these uniformed people On their shoulders and heads, two people fell to the ground with blood streaming down their faces.Behind them, a group of people with sticks appeared, yelling loudly and chasing after them. The sticks fell on them one after another. They had no choice but to throw down the fake cigarettes they had just confiscated, carried their injured companions on their backs, and fled in a hurry.The group of thugs with wooden sticks chased to the entrance of the village in the city, and they stopped chasing when they saw people in uniforms getting in cars and driving away.

"It's normal for us to be beaten by others." Later, a person in charge of the city's Tobacco Monopoly Bureau told me.