Chapter 15 melee
The weather was not hot, but he kept wiping his sweat.
I saw his mouth moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying at all. I just felt that the mole above the left corner of his mouth was very conspicuous: it was covered with black hair, which made me sick.
He is a famous person. He has a position in the local chamber of commerce. I have met him before. He came over to hang out when I was drinking with friends. His drinking capacity left a deep impression on me—he hit a "" "Global Access", which means to accompany the first person on the left to have a drink, and the second person to drink two glasses... and so on, you must know that there are ten people at a table, and that day is white wine!The story of the mathematician Gauss when he was a child told me that he drank a total of forty-five glasses, which is more than four bottles!The person sitting on his right was obviously knocked down by him, but he staggered off to the next scene.
I didn't like him then.
But the scale of his furniture factory is really not small, the brand new two-story factory building has a single floor area of thousands of square meters!A corner of the second floor is the staff dormitory. I couldn't help but frown. The layout of the factory building, warehouse, and dormitory all together must violate the fire protection regulations. Did the buddies of the fire brigade ignore him? "The rectification notice has arrived a long time ago, before it's too late, before it's too late..." The mole on the corner of his mouth was trembling disgustingly again.
Nothing. I don't want to visit his factory. That has nothing to do with me.
Two days ago, more than a dozen employees from his factory went to a nearby furniture factory under construction to make trouble. Dozens of people fought and used private guns. As a result, one died and five were injured. A lot of people are being locked up at the Public Security Bureau! "The masses spontaneously, the masses spontaneously..." His mole twitched a few more times.
Treat me like an idiot!What happened a few days ago was an absolute scuffle.
More than a dozen workers from this factory took machetes, sticks and other lethal weapons, and ran aggressively to the construction site of the unbuilt furniture factory, ready to teach them a lesson.
Who knows that the other party is not a benefactor either: what awaits them are private guns.
After a burst of gunpowder, the beating person fled for his life, but became the hunted person instead.
These identifications are not difficult to make.
Look at that one, more than 70 pieces of iron sand were shot into the right side of his body. They were shot with a bird gun. After the operation, there are more than 30 pieces that have not been removed. I think he will never forget this shot for the rest of his life. .
There was another one who only had a small wound, but his elbow could not move. It was caused by a steel ball gun, and the steel ball got into his elbow joint.
It is said that the doctor spent one night to remove the steel ball. The cartilage of the elbow joint is very slippery, and the steel ball is also very slippery.
I don't care much about how long the brachial plexus block anesthesia lasts (it is said that he screamed all night), but I am more worried about the doctor's exposure to X-rays all night-if it is because this person gave birth to a deformed son. It's just too bad.
There was also a man whose mouth was broken, but it was not hit by others—the barrel of the gun he was holding exploded.
I can't remember these messy things for so long. I have long forgotten what these people look like.
What I can't forget is a pair of brothers who participated in the fight.
I can imagine how the cowardly younger brother hesitated to participate in this fight, and how the staunch elder brother used his own brother to provoke the younger brother, and how he could build a beautiful house in his hometown in Guizhou with the settling money he got from the boss The house inspired him.
But as soon as the gunshots sounded, several people around them fell down bloodied. What else could they do but run away?When the elder brother ran for a while, he found that the younger brother was no longer around him, and when he made a detour to run back, the younger brother was already lying quietly in the small river beside the road.
The elder brother took out mud from the younger brother's mouth like a madman, and beat the younger brother's chest like a madman, but the younger brother didn't respond at all.
I can imagine that when my brother rushed into the opponent's camp again with the steel knife in his hand, his eyes must be blood red.
The other party is celebrating their victory, how could they expect someone to turn back?It's not a matter of time to load a gun, but the people who come here are like crazy tigers-he first slashed a guy on the head, his knife chipped a piece of the guy's skull, I only took it out during the autopsy, and the broken steel piece fits perfectly with the gap of the steel knife, which is really solid evidence.
The next time he slashed at the opponent's shoulder, he must have wanted to behead him, but it seemed that this guy hid faster and left a small life.
What the elder brother didn't know was that the fellow countryman sent his younger brother to the hospital, and the younger brother's heartbeat recovered.
After the police arrived, the elder brother put down the butcher knife and went to jail. And the younger brother is lying in the hospital at the moment, and his future is uncertain-his heartbeat has recovered, but his breathing has been maintained by a ventilator, and he has no response to the outside world. A week later, the parents of the brothers finally arrived from the remote mountainous area of Guizhou. The total amount of crumpled bills on their bodies was less than fifty yuan: thirty-seven yuan and eighty-two cents were all their property since they arrived. But what they faced was astronomical hospital bills. The boss refused to pay a single penny at this time, and he also knew that this was a bottomless pit. So when the poor parents came to this strange city, the first choice they faced was whether to give up the rescue of their son. I clearly saw my mother's hand shaking as she signed to give up the rescue. I clearly heard the mournful weeping of the mother in memory of her dead son. It was night, and my mother's cries continued all night under the dim light of the hospital morgue, until she was carried to the rescue the next day. It was night, the stars and the moon were dark, and it seemed that the heavens could not bear to face such a human tragedy. Finding the cause of my brother's death became my main task. Fearing that there might be unspoken evidence buried beneath his body, I shaved his head with my own hands; to rule out a chokehold, I examined every muscle in his neck. No, there is not a shred of evidence that he was attacked. On the contrary, I found under the microscope that his lungs were filled with a large number of aquatic plants, which proved irrefutable that he had fallen into the water during his lifetime; moreover, his brain, cerebellum, and brainstem all showed evidence of necrosis, which proved It means that he was brain dead before the ventilator was extubated. Reluctantly, I wrote "drowning" in the column of his cause of death!Because, I must be responsible for the facts!In other words, no one has a direct causal connection with his death, and no one will be held criminally responsible for his death, unless someone comes forward and accuses the boss of being the mastermind of this incident. I thought my brother would do this without hesitation. Someone must be responsible for my brother's death, right?However, he accepted the most realistic arrangement when his elderly parents had no one to support him: he accepted the "pension" from his boss to his younger brother and admitted that he was the mastermind. I am outraged.
After the police arrived, the elder brother put down the butcher knife and went to jail. And the younger brother is lying in the hospital at the moment, and his future is uncertain-his heartbeat has recovered, but his breathing has been maintained by a ventilator, and he has no response to the outside world. A week later, the parents of the brothers finally arrived from the remote mountainous area of Guizhou. The total amount of crumpled bills on their bodies was less than fifty yuan: thirty-seven yuan and eighty-two cents were all their property since they arrived. But what they faced was astronomical hospital bills. The boss refused to pay a single penny at this time, and he also knew that this was a bottomless pit. So when the poor parents came to this strange city, the first choice they faced was whether to give up the rescue of their son. I clearly saw my mother's hand shaking as she signed to give up the rescue. I clearly heard the mournful weeping of the mother in memory of her dead son. It was night, and my mother's cries continued all night under the dim light of the hospital morgue, until she was carried to the rescue the next day. It was night, the stars and the moon were dark, and it seemed that the heavens could not bear to face such a human tragedy. Finding the cause of my brother's death became my main task. Fearing that there might be unspoken evidence buried beneath his body, I shaved his head with my own hands; to rule out a chokehold, I examined every muscle in his neck. No, there is not a shred of evidence that he was attacked. On the contrary, I found under the microscope that his lungs were filled with a large number of aquatic plants, which proved irrefutable that he had fallen into the water during his lifetime; moreover, his brain, cerebellum, and brainstem all showed evidence of necrosis, which proved It means that he was brain dead before the ventilator was extubated. Reluctantly, I wrote "drowning" in the column of his cause of death!Because, I must be responsible for the facts!In other words, no one has a direct causal connection with his death, and no one will be held criminally responsible for his death, unless someone comes forward and accuses the boss of being the mastermind of this incident. I thought my brother would do this without hesitation. Someone must be responsible for my brother's death, right?However, he accepted the most realistic arrangement when his elderly parents had no one to support him: he accepted the "pension" from his boss to his younger brother and admitted that he was the mastermind. I am outraged.