Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Meng Xianbin took the gunpowder gun and aimed at Zhang Xingming, but this thing must be a homemade rough thing. To open the firing dog head on the back of the gun barrel, both hands need to use force together, because the force is too weak to ignite the fire.

Before he could pull the dog's head away, Zhang Xingming had already pulled out the pistol from the holster, raised his hand and fired a shot into the sky, then fired another shot at Meng Xianbin's feet with the gun in both hands, aimed at Meng Xianbin, and said: "I count to three!" Count, put the gunpowder gun on the ground, move slowly, or don't blame me for killing you." The sand that was blown up by the bullet hit Meng Xianbin.

Meng Xianbin and the others were really frightened now, it was a real gun, who would have thought that a kid in the first grade of junior high school would just pull out a pistol from his body, and Meng Xianbin was stunned as he looked at Zhang Xingming holding the gunpowder gun.

Zhang Xingming counted loudly: "One, two." Meng Xianbin threw away the powder gun in his hand in a panic, and took a few steps back.

Zhang Xingming shook the muzzle of his gun to the crowd and said: "Those who still have gunpowder guns and knives on their bodies, take them all out and throw them on the ground. Hurry up. Don't try to run away. Don't regret breaking your leg." Several people He hesitated to take it out of his pocket.

The windows of an upper building next to the platform were open when someone poked his head out and looked in this direction.

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Chapter 192 Benxi Iron and Steel Public Security Department (2)

There are three three- to four-story red brick buildings beside the platform, occupying a small area.

Two gunshots alarmed the people working upstairs.

Zhang Xingming knew that there was a building here that was used by people from the Public Security Department of Benxi Iron and Steel. It was not until the [-]s that the people from the Public Security Department withdrew from here and moved to the open-air staff dormitory. This is the last life he worked in the dormitory. I am very familiar with the police officers of the Public Security Department, and listened to what they said.

Zhang Xingming glanced back quickly, and shouted: "Is the public security department upstairs? Please call the Guo family police station, and please come down with a few people. This group of people has an only gun."

At this time, someone can make a pistol with seamless steel pipe, but there is no magazine, and it can only fire one round at a time. It is called a solo gun.90. In the [-]s, this kind of single gun is quite rampant, because it is so easy to get seamless steel pipes guarding the steel mills.

Three or four people ran down from the building, two of them carried the old Wusi in their hands, and ran over quickly at a distance of tens of meters.

The Benxi Iron and Steel Public Security Department is the security department under Benxi Iron and Steel, at the division level, and the factories below are called the Security Section, at the division level.It is the internal security unit of Benxi Iron and Steel Company. The security department of each factory is equivalent to the police station, and it is directly managed by the department.

The main daily work is to prevent theft and vandalism, as well as the security management of the factory area and the family area.

At that time, the Public Security Department was still directly managed by the Public Security Bureau, and there were police officers and guns.In [-], the government and enterprises were separated, the police license of the Bengang Public Security Department was revoked, and the guns were confiscated by the city bureau, so they could only play with handcuffs.

The leader ran over and asked, "What's going on?" His colleague pointed his gun at the gangsters. One of them picked up powder guns and knives thrown on the ground. He had already thrown three or four powder guns and knives. There are also three or four, and one is a switchblade. It is said that this is a rare item at this time, and it is amazing to hold.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Zhang Xingming stood up straight, put the gun in the holster, and said, "These people are blocking me here, planning to beat and rob me. Fortunately, I brought a gun today, otherwise I would have suffered. Here's my gun license."

He took out his gun certificate and handed it over, and the other one took it and flipped through it, and said, "Silver Shield Security, what does it have to do with you?" Zhang Xingming took back the gun certificate and said, "The company is run by my family."

The man stared at Zhang Xingming in surprise, and said, "How old are you? Are you still in school?"

Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "First grade, sixth middle school."

The man turned his head and looked at the gangsters who were squatting on the ground collectively at this moment, and said, "What are you doing? This place is a factory area, and the police station has no control." At that time, the Public Security Department and the security departments of the various factories below it were comparable Damn, it's much tougher than the police station.

The police stations in heavy industrial areas like Nanfen are also in charge of gangsters and household loan work in the society, and the others are all managed by the public security department and security department, because most of the land belongs to the factory, and all the people are in the factory. Worker.

"Why don't you just leave it at that? You're not hurt anyway. I'll take these back and repair them for you." The leader of the Public Security Department said to Zhang Xingming.The repair he mentioned is not simply a few blows, it is a feeling that people will never forget for many years.

Zhang Xingming said: "Forget about the others, these guys with guns are definitely not good. If I don't have a gun, I guess it's a problem whether I can stand up and talk. And these guys with knives, do you think they dare?" Dare to poke me?"

The head of the Public Security Department smiled and said, "What an only son, it's a gunpowder gun with steel balls in it, and it's just a hole in it." Just block the road and fight.

To be honest, if Zhang Xingming hadn't fired a gun today, even if he was knocked down, the few people from the Public Security Department would not take him downstairs. There are too many such things in the Northeast during this period, and they are used to it.

"Well then, help me take these guys upstairs, and I'll borrow your phone to make a call." Zhang Xingming didn't bother to quarrel with him.

"Okay. You guys, come here with nothing. Go here with a knife." He shouted to the bastards.The bastard walked to both sides as he said, leaving the gunpowder gun in the middle. At this time, no one dared to lie to get trouble on him.

"I didn't take anything, I slapped each other a few times, get out."

Most of them didn't take anything. Everyone looked at each other and slapped each other a few times. It was really hard, and no one dared to play tricks.Looking at this side after the fight, the head waved his hands: "Get out, get out." A group of people dispersed in a hurry.

The four men with knives, including Meng Xianbin and the five men with gunpowder guns, were taken into the small building and locked in an empty room. Zhang Xingming followed the other head upstairs to make a phone call.

The telephone in the factory cannot directly make calls to the municipal telephone, it is the factory's own system, but there is a municipal telephone here at the Public Security Department, Zhang Xingming picked up the phone and dialed the branch of the security company in Benxi: "I Zhang Xingming, bring two cars, a few people, and a few pairs of handcuffs, and come to the Nanfen ore dressing section, the sooner the better."

The other side asked, "What's wrong, Er Ming?"

Zhang Xingming said: "It's okay, there was a fight, I fired a gun, come and talk."

Putting down the phone, he said to the boss: "I have to hold you up for a while, come from the city." The boss nodded and said, "It's okay, just sit here and wait."

Zhang Xingming picked up the phone again and called home: "Dad? I have something to do here. I'll be home later. Don't wait for me to eat. Well, it's okay. I'll be back in a while."

Then I just sat and waited. The traffic these days is really hard to do, it's all mountain roads.

The head asked: "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Zhang, Zhang Xingming. My family belongs to Guobao, and my father works in a mineral processing plant."

"Oh, I've heard of it, but I haven't had a chance to meet you. You run a shopping mall in the city, don't you? Your family is famous all the time. It must be the richest family in our city. You carry a gun.

It can't be wrong, if I am as rich as your family, I have to let my son carry a gun. These days, I can't tell.I said you should be careful with the gun and use it as little as possible. Your adults are really big-hearted, so don't worry? "

"I don't usually wear it, and I have a guard when I go out. Didn't I just go to junior high school these days, and I got into a few fights. I was afraid that people would block me, so I took it just in case. It turned out to be really useful. Today, I almost People were bombarded."

"Are you June 50th? It's much better than ours. Ours has no rifling, and we can't move clothes every [-] meters." Zhang Xingming pulled out the pistol, removed the magazine, and pulled out the chamber. Play it, pass it to the head.

He took the pistol and compared it in his hand, looked at it repeatedly, and said: "This gun is still better, it is small and light, and it is comfortable to hold. It is a pity, we are not worthy, just a few five Si still doesn’t know how he got it, he’s older than my dad.”

Returning the gun to Zhang Xingming, Zhang Xingming took it, loaded the magazine, and put it in the holster.

After just a few words, I became familiar with him. This guy, surnamed Song, is from the city. He is in his 40s and almost 50 years old. He is staying here at Nanfen.

Chapter 193 Face (3)

After gossiping for a while, the security guard hadn't arrived yet, but Meng Xianbin's elder brother had arrived, and it was the gangster who had just been let go to report the letter.

Three or four people drove a jeep, rumbled downstairs, stopped the car in the open space, Meng Xianbin and his eldest brother got out of the car alone, wearing a pullover inside and a windbreaker outside, got out of the car and stomped his feet , looked left and right, glanced upstairs, pulled the door and went upstairs.

Hearing the sound of the car, Lao Song looked down the window and said, "Meng Xiande is here, do you know him?"

Zhang Xingming went to the window and looked down. Someone had already come in. He sat down again and said, "Then why don't you know someone with a number?"

Lao Song lit a cigarette and said, "It looks like he thought we arrested him. To be honest, if we really did arrest him, it would be a shame to not give him face. It's not a big deal, so offend him badly. Worth it."

Zhang Xingming nodded and said: "I understand, let's see what he said. To be honest, I didn't think about what to do. Let it go. I feel uncomfortable. Don't let it go. It's really not a big deal, but thinking about it today, I almost let them go." If I get messed with, I will be angry, you said if I didn't bring a gun, what would I do today?"

Lao Song nodded, and said: "That's really enough for you to choke on. It's sure to break the scoop, but it's even worse if you get a knife again. These half-children really dare to kill."

As soon as the door of the speaking room opened, Meng Xiande walked in with a smile, took a look at Zhang Xingming, rushed towards Lao Song, and stretched out his hand: "Brother Song, this is causing you trouble again."

He is tall and tall, about 1.8 meters to nearly 1.9 meters, and he looks very upright. He has fought a lot, is famous and rich, and he has an imposing manner.

Lao Song didn't even stand up, reached out his hand and shook him lightly, and gave him a stern look. No matter how famous such a person is, he wouldn't dare to confront the police. It's really not worth it.

He's an asshole, he's a big grudge, he carries a knife around and thinks about you all day long, and that's a headache.This kind of thing didn't happen once or twice these years. It wasn't until the end of the 90s that the whole social atmosphere became normal.