Chapter 21 Section 9 The Inspectors Watching

After this war, I was praised for being brave and fearless and charged forward, and my job was adjusted. I was upgraded from a thief to a thug who monitored thieves. The so-called thugs are mysterious people who follow behind the thieves and monitor their activities to see if the thieves have handed in the stolen wallets and have embezzled money. If so, they must report and the thieves will be punished.The thugs are actually the secret police, or inspectors, of the thieves.A skilled thief can steal several thousand yuan a day, but according to the 10% commission standard, he can only earn a few hundred yuan, and secretly hiding a bulging wallet is his income for several days.Therefore, there are endless things about stealing money from thieves.

The thugs also have another task, which is to help the thief escape and fight for the thief.When the thief was caught, he tried every means to entangle the owner and let the thief escape quickly.If the owner is single and weak, he will rush up to beat the owner and rescue the thief.Fighters are usually two or three people working together. I used to think that the thugs in this theft squad only care about others, and others can't control the thugs. Until one day, I accidentally turned around and saw the face of the mantis in the crowd, and I realized that the thugs are just one of the food chains. links.

Someone is following behind the thugs, and this is the leader of the theft gang.He never made a move, just waited and watched the situation, and made a decision after returning to the base camp.Mantis is such a boss. The organization in the theft gang is extremely tight, and the front is the person who puts on airs. They deliberately create chaos and explore where the money of the theft target is stored.Then there are thieves. Most of these thieves are teenagers, but there are also some girls and middle-aged women. Each of them has superb stealing skills.Behind the thief are the people who transfer the money. The thief gives the money to them, and they take it away quickly.In this way, even if the owner catches the thief and turns it over to the police station, he will let the thief go because there is no evidence.Behind the person who transfers the money are thugs. If the thief is in danger, the thugs will charge forward and deliberately create a chaotic scene to let the thief escape. Some vicious thugs who have no moral bottom line will beat the owner.Behind the thugs there is a small leader, who monitors the situation of the entire squad, in order to reward work and punish laziness.

The scene of my first day on the job after becoming a thug is still fresh in my memory. My partner is a monkey.Monkey is thin and small, so I don't know why he can be a thug.He told me about his great achievements in the past. He said that he cut down a person at the age of thirteen. Someone in the village was arguing with his father. He picked up a kitchen knife and cut down the person in shorts from behind. Almost cut off the man's ankle.After the incident, he escaped and never returned. Listening to the story of the monkey, I was secretly surprised that Qin Wuyang, who followed Jing Ke to assassinate the King of Qin, also killed him at the age of thirteen.And when I was thirteen years old, I was sitting in the classroom "study hard and make progress every day", carrying a schoolbag and running on the sunny path. Whenever I was bullied by my classmates, I would go home crying.Compared to me, this monkey is an absolute desperado.

I heard that Hou Zi also has a nickname in the gang called "Bai Xiao", which means he knows everything and knows everything, as if there is nothing in the world that he doesn't know.One of his catchphrases is: "Oh—I know this." Once, when several thieves talked about the Internet together, he gathered around and said, "Oh—I know this, it’s a new way of fishing, everyone. Connecting with each other and fishing together, the amount of fishing is much more than before.” Seeing everyone’s doubtful eyes, he continued: “The fishermen in the Chaoshan area now use the Internet to fish, and the efficiency is very high. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

That day, Monkey and I followed a theft squad and walked to a street. A foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to me.The monkey looked at the foreigner and said to me, "This is an American. I have seen him in America." I asked, "Have you ever been to America?" He said: "Of course, I went to the United States with my boss last year. I took the train for three days and three nights. When I arrived in the United States, I ate hairy crabs for every meal. Every family knew how to cook them, and adults and children ate them. You said this American Why are they so strong? It’s like eating hairy crabs. Hairy crabs are very expensive.”

While we were talking, the thief in front spotted the target, and a pair of lovers walked tens of meters away.The thief followed the couple for more than ten meters, and then secretly opened the woman's satchel. Just as the thief's hand reached into the woman's satchel, the mobile phone in the satchel suddenly rang. The woman's hand stretched out and collided with the thief's hand that was too late to withdraw, and the woman exclaimed loudly. This is a grown thief, with a sallow complexion like a smoker, and thieves are usually very thin. Hearing the exclamation of his lover, the man turned his head and saw the thief. He grabbed the thief by the neck and lifted the thief. The thief's toes were almost lifted off the ground.The thief's face turned into an eggplant, and only the whites of his eyes remained.

The man pushed the thief again, and the thief was knocked down to the ground.The man raised his big feet of at least 45 yards, and stepped on the thief's body one foot after another. The thief screamed and bent his waist into a shrimp. "You are fucking blind, you dare to steal my wallet." The man cursed. Those who set up airs, those who transferred money, looked at the burly and menacing man, all of them were frightened, and no one dared to rush forward to make a rescue.The thief made a sound like killing a pig under the big foot of 45 yards. The monkey pulled me and said, "Come on, go up."

I also said: "Rush, rush up." I can only talk and move, but the monkey talks and moves.The monkey rushed in front of the big man, raised his finger and slashed towards the big man's face. The big man dodged, the blade cut across his clothes, and his jacket "suddenly opened up." The big man shouted: "You fucking dare to use a knife!" The monkey blade swiped over again, and the big man took a step back. When the monkey's right arm swiped over, the big man took a step forward, and kicked the monkey over with a warm foot.The monkey rolled far away like a pile of straw, and when it got up again, it ran away in a flash.

When the monkey was fighting with the big man, the thief also took the opportunity to escape. Since then, I have seen many wars between the owner and the thief, but none of them are as exciting and soul-stirring as this one. That night, at the summary meeting, Lame Wolf said with a sad face: "Now, there is a new trend of class struggle. When these people beat us, they hit us very hard, and they beat us to death. Everyone must be careful in the future." Watching a thief get beaten is a refreshing thing. The thieves huddled together because they were afraid of being beaten.Evil is always trembling in the face of justice.What a thief fears most is that passers-by will also hug together, so that they become street rats; what a thief is happiest is that passers-by keep silent, so that they can do whatever they want.In fact, many times, even if the passers-by don't make a move, as long as they shout "beat" in unison, the thief will be scared out of his wits.

Yelling at thieves should become the norm in society. I remember that Lame Wolf once said at a summary meeting: "We are not afraid of the police now. We have no evidence. We will let them go after 24 hours. The police dare not beat people now. What we are afraid of now is the owner. People nowadays are too aggressive. It's cruel, so when you work, you must pay attention to choosing your target, and it's best to only do it to women who walk alone." However, even a woman walking alone is not necessarily safe for thieves. The 45-yard big foot kicked the monkey out of internal injuries.That pair of big feet is definitely a "practice". The monkeys can no longer work, and the manpower is tight, so this small team is only equipped with me as a thug.In this way, when I go to work every day, I follow behind the thieves and monitor their every move. When they encounter a critical situation, I don’t shout when I see injustice, and I don’t take action when it’s time to act. Singing "Hey, bae..." On the third day of working alone, I encountered an exciting scene where a thief was beaten. The 45 yards was so powerful that it not only kicked the monkey with internal injuries, but also broke two ribs of the adult thief.Therefore, the thief in our small team was replaced by a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.This is a habitual thief. It is said that he has many years of work experience and joined the theft gang very early.His name is Lee Locust, and I heard that as long as it is a wallet that he is eyeing, he will definitely steal it. It was a rare good weather in winter, the sun was shining brightly, and there were no clouds in the sky. There were a group of chirping birds in the sky, flying to the side of the street for a while, and flying to the other side of the street for a while.The season is approaching the Spring Festival, the streets are full of red, gongs and drums are loud, firecrackers are blasting, red flags are flying, and there are huge crowds of people... After days of haze, the sky finally cleared up, and everyone's faces were beaming. The thieves appeared on the streets like piles of rubbish, and they crowded the crowded places.There were so many people on the street that day, I just lost my attention and lost them. They disappeared without a trace like farts. I looked around, but I didn't see a praying mantis, so I wondered if there were still people watching me.At that time, I suddenly thought, this is a great opportunity to escape, as long as I take a taxi and let the driver drive all the way to the newspaper office or the police station without stopping, I will escape from the devil's den. However, taxis drive among the crowd, like snails crawling on the beach, and taxis are slower than people.Many people who took taxis looked at the sea of ​​people in front of the car, opened the door indignantly, and walked like a car. While I was hesitating, I suddenly heard shouts from the crowd.I saw the leech squeeze out from the crowd, with an arm stretched out from behind, and grabbed the hem of the leech's clothes. The leech only had the posture of running, but no running speed.After the leech walked a few steps with difficulty, it couldn't move anymore.The leech stood up straight, and said to the person behind, "Why are you pulling me?" That arm let go of the hem of the leech's clothes, and the leech was like a loach, just about to run away, but that arm caught the leech's wrist that was swinging back.The leech tried hard to shake a few times, but did not shake off.The leech turned around and wiped the arm with his finger. The arm let go, but he took out a soft whip from his pocket, and whipped it on the leech's head: "Fuck you, the blades are bright!" When he came out, he said he wasn’t a bag-breaker.” The arm swung the soft whip, whipping the leech accurately and accurately. The leech swayed left and right like a leaf in the wind, crying for its father and mother, and burst into tears. Suddenly there was another commotion nearby, and two men grabbed a person who was about to walk away, and found the wallet from him.The owner was an obese woman. She took the wallet and used her ring-wearing broad palm to hit the thief's face with a series of rhythmic, clear and loud sounds.After a bang, the thief's face was stained with blood.The thief was transferring money. The crowd of onlookers applauded loudly. It was a man in his thirties who put up the airs. Seeing this scene, he panicked and prepared to flee.A man behind him dived and threw the framer to the ground. The face of the framer was covered in blood. When he got up, his legs trembled and he dared not move a step. The three thieves gathered together, and the onlookers scrambled to be the first to stretch out their angry fists and feet, and landed on the three thieves one after another, while the youths who caught the three thieves were blocking the rain of fists and kicks.They are members of the civil anti-pickup brigade, and it is said that they are composed of some retired special forces and martial arts teams. I was so excited watching it on the side, I couldn't wait to cheer. That night, I was the only one in this small team and returned to the base camp, and the base camp was changed again.The lame wolf severely criticized me at the summary meeting. He said that I had grown a strong body in vain, that I would not save myself, that I was as cowardly as a mouse, and that I was very incompetent. I was punished by the organization for not making a move when I was supposed to.That night, I was starved and beaten. I was hung from the ceiling of the room with my hands tied behind my back.On the ceiling, where there should be a chandelier, there is a hanging ring, which may be a torture device specially designed for hanging.After being hung up, I first felt pain in my arms, followed by soreness, and finally became completely numb, as if my arms were not my own. I thought, there were people watching behind the thugs, and when I came back, I would report the performance of the thugs to the headquarters. So, who was watching me from behind?What did he report about me to the base camp? The lame wolf came in first. He picked up the bamboo slices and slapped me hard. The bamboo slices were like a fire, burning my already numb body.All the remaining strength in my whole body was concentrated on the part where the bamboo piece was in contact with the body to resist the pain. The lame wolf handed the bamboo piece to the middle-aged man who picked up the centipede. He picked up the bamboo piece, and the bamboo piece fell on my back with a whistling sound.The muscles in my back trembled subconsciously and quickly, spreading the pain all over my body. That night, all the thieves who came back to the base camp beat me with bamboo shards.When I was brought down two hours later, I was covered in blood and seemed to be covered in ribbons.At that time, my heart was full of deep hatred, and I thought about leaving here quickly, telling the police all these situations, and arresting all these scumbags.