Great time travel

Cabbage Street is located in the suburban junction on the edge of the urban area. It is a very ordinary small street.

Due to its close proximity to Longkongshan University, the newly established institution of higher learning in the local area, and several migrant worker settlements, although it is far from the city center, the population density may be higher than that of the city center. It is almost like a garbage dump. Like a fly in the house.

——No matter in the daytime or at night, there are always many scattered stalls along the street: those selling kebabs, selling sugar cane, selling jelly and iced drinks, selling mobile phone accessories, selling pirated books, selling snacks... Numerous small vendors pushing carts and noisy, blocked the narrow sidewalks, and even spread to the motorway, which can be called a street of stalls in this city.

It was midsummer in June, and it was the rush hour for get off work. There were people coming and going on the road, and the hawkers were yelling loudly, with colorful sewage flowing across the ground, and the smell of various snacks in the air. The poor drivers Then anxiously honking the horn...

Fortunately, those BMW cars that like to hit people seem to seldom come here to hang out, and the tragedy of "70 Yards" is even less likely to be staged here-if anyone dares to drive at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour in such a place, then It is no longer a racing car, but a massacre and demolition.

Of course, where there are people, there are bound to be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are bound to be fights. Wherever the flow of people is more crowded, all kinds of conflicts will be more frequent.Naturally, Cabbage Street is no exception... No, under the dim setting sun, another "warm" physical exchange is about to take place.

"...*** the ancestors are so strict! I will pay you 60 yuan for crushing a watermelon of yours? Pooh!"

The black and thin migrant worker from Chongqing stared at him, cursed in completely substandard Mandarin, and slapped the chopping board hard with his big hand like a cattail fan, "...It's almost July now! How can there be such a precious thing?" Watermelon? There’s no such thing as blackmail!”

"...Cut! Shameless cheapskate, since I crushed my watermelon, I have to pay me obediently!"

The big and round fruit stall owner squinted his small eyes, and waved a bright watermelon knife intimidatingly, "...I sell authentic Nanjing Lingyuan melons, and they are grafted with imported improved varieties. It's a bargain for you only 60 yuan." In a word, to pay? Or not to pay?"

"... Fuck! I want to kill someone!" Seeing the sharp blade attacking, the migrant worker jumped back nimbly, then put his hips on his hips and yelled loudly, "...our Chongqing 'bang bang' Modra sloppy Take it, your baby can come up and do two laps if you want to do something!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Chongqing migrant worker cursed and untied the big bag behind his back, pulled out a length of stainless steel water pipe that seemed to be snatched from a construction site, and then took off his stinky sweatshirt and threw it anywhere, showing a tangled body. His strong muscles, and colorful tattoos, "...Look, on my arms are the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, the old cow is at the waist, and the dragon's head is on the chest. People block people and kill people, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas! It's no problem to treat you as boring as this!"

He held the steel pipe in his hand, imitating the appearance of the Shaolin stick monk in the martial arts TV series, gestured a move quite familiarly, and showed off triumphantly.Unexpectedly, the fruit stand owner looked him up and down, and his eyes were full of disdain and... pity?

"... Tsk tsk, what are the blue dragons and white tigers, things in old martial arts novels, but they are already out of date. Are you a southwestern country bumpkin or not Chinese, don't you know how to keep pace with the times?"

The fruit stall owner unbuttoned his floral shirt while speaking harshly, revealing a clump of swarthy chest hair, a red crab tattoo hidden in the chest hair, and two circles of small words tattooed on the left and right arms respectively.

"...Look, look clearly, I am the eight honors on the left and the eight shames on the right. The three representatives are hung on the waist, and the river crab beast is hidden in the chest. I will guarantee you to harmonize you with one big move!"

"...Wow! Let's use the hammer more, let's see the truth!"

Seeing that he couldn't talk to the other party, the migrant worker was really furious for a while, and he swung the water pipe and slammed it on the asphalt road. Recognize!"

"...I should have told you that." The fruit stand owner snorted, bent down and took out a brick from under the wheel of the electric tricycle, and picked up the kitchen knife for cutting watermelon, "...today If I don’t beat you out of the shit, it’s even if you cleaned it up last night!”

"...Everyone, come and see! It's time to fight!"

"... Tsk tsk, they are all copying guys!"

"...bet, bet!"

"...Chongqing 'Bang Bang' pays two for one! The fat man who sells watermelons in Red Star Farm pays three for one! Who will buy it?"

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, the crowd immediately made a fuss, and formed a circle ten paces away as a duel field for these two guys.Many people took out their mobile phones and started to take pictures, intending to record this real fighting scene so that they can post it on blogs to show off to netizens in the future.

So, seeing another shocking, weeping street battle is about to break out in Cabbage Street...

Suddenly, through the tweeter usually used for hawking, a voice full of panic rang out not far away:

"...The wind is tight! Shout out! The city management is here!"

At this moment, the air on the street seemed to cool down to absolute zero!The originally noisy voices were suddenly frozen!
Then, in the next moment, many hawkers on the street, like soldiers who heard the charge and students who heard the class bell, threw their mobile phones into their pockets, and then took out their track and field competition hundred. With a sprint speed of [-] meters, he pushed the car and galloped with a bang, causing chaos on the side of the road.

"...Bah! These damn grayskins are here again!"

"...The city management is here, pack up quickly!"

"...Don't ask for that, the fine is much more expensive than this!"

"...I just made a fuss last week and impounded my tricycle. Why did you come to check again today?"

"...What are you talking about right now? Why don't you run away? You want to wait until you're copied home?!"

"...Hurry up, good dogs don't get in the way! If you dawdle any longer, I'll hit you!"

The whole street was filled with cries, bangs, and curses... In short, it was ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Even the two street fighters who had been ready to fight were no longer in the mood to fight.The fruit seller couldn't care less about the crushed watermelon any longer, and got into the car as soon as he dropped the knife, bricks and the like, and wanted to leave.The Chongqing migrant workers also stuffed the water pipes into their bags, turned around and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Immediately afterwards, at the entrance of Cabbage Street, two urban management officers and two dogs finally appeared.

"...Wow~ woo~ woof!"

"... Beast! Stop!"

Two wild dogs, panting and foaming at the mouth, ran wildly in front, followed by two urban management officers in gray uniforms and big brim hats who were also panting, holding electric batons and iron tongs in their hands respectively.Whether it is a human or a dog, it seems that they have been running for a long time, and they look like they are half dead from exhaustion.

Although the so-called "urban management inspection" is a misunderstanding as long as one looks at the situation, most of the hawkers have already gone quite far.And most of them were only focused on escaping, and didn't even think about looking back to see what happened, so the two urban managers of the dog management center, like Moses who parted the Red Sea, forced to disperse the cabbage street that was originally crowded with people. , only the fruit peel garbage and rotten straw mats left everywhere.

The young city manager seemed to have seen some acquaintance among the fleeing peddlers, so he shouted at the top of his throat:

"...Dear folks! Be safe and don't be impatient, be safe and don't be impatient! Please don't be afraid, we only beat dogs and not people today!"

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was hit on the head by the old urban management wearing reading glasses.

"...Xiao Wang! What are you talking about? Do you want to tarnish the image of our urban management? You really play the piano!"

"...Yes, Master Sun, I made a mistake."

The young city manager known as Xiao Wang hurriedly apologized, but when he turned around, he screamed, "...Oh, that's bad! Those two beasts are about to slip away!"

"... That's right... Hey, I've already beaten them several times, but this beast runs really fast!"

——Just when the two of them were distracted, the two wild dogs that had been chasing all the way in front had already got into a winding alley, and then jumped up and down among the garbage dumps, broken bicycles and air conditioners After two jumps, he completely disappeared, which is the essence of guerrilla warfare.

Seeing this situation, the two urban management comrades from the Dog Management Center of the Urban Comprehensive Management and Law Enforcement Brigade were stunned for a moment, then they could only smile wryly, and stopped embarrassingly.Turning around to look at the messy, littered, but deserted Cabbage Street, I don't know what to say.

——The dog didn't hit it, but it scared the people away?

What the hell is this?
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——Urban comprehensive management law enforcement officer, referred to as urban management, is a glorious and great profession, a majestic and solemn profession, a profession full of vitality and violence, and a profession with a long history.It is said that its predecessor can be traced back to the urban infantry brigade in the era of the ancient Roman Empire. It participated in countless tragic civil wars seeking to usurp the throne, leaving a strong mark in the history of the West...

——And China's urban management is a large paramilitary organization secretly developed in our country. It manages cities in peacetime and exercises guerrilla tactics; it can be incorporated into the official army in wartime.It is an excellent reserve army that can charge, reconnaissance, guerrilla, endure hardship, endure, and fight.

——The secret report of the Pentagon stated that China's urban management team is a terrifying paramilitary organization with great potential and can fight around the clock with just a broken van or pickup truck.It is said that in order to become an excellent urban management officer, the entry standard is to have the ability to dismantle Gundams with bare hands.

——According to the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence, our country solemnly promises not to use urban management first...

Obviously, the above-mentioned crazy words are just jokes.

However, in today's Chinese society, urban management is indeed a dangerous profession that although notorious, is also very vulnerable to physical and mental injuries.

On the first day of summer internship at the Dog Management Center, our protagonist, Wang Qiu, had a very deep understanding of this.

——The weather at the end of June was extremely hot and sweltering. Although it was past five o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching sun still shone directly on the ground, making the gravel and gravel on the road seem to shimmer.Under the scorching sun, the churning heat wave made it almost impossible to breathe. The exhausted two simply sat down on the edge of the cement flower bed in the green belt, gasping for breath while avoiding the stillness. A scorching midsummer sunset.

Looking around, the unbearable heat filled every molecule of the air, exuding the power of midsummer everywhere, the bursts of cicadas made people upset, and even the wild cats on the roadside curled up listlessly in the grass and yawned—although the wild dogs He is being hunted down by the city management, but the wild cat is ignored.

"...Master Sun, you have worked hard today, drink some water!"

Wang Qiu, an urban management intern, bought two bottles of iced mineral water from a newsstand on the side of the road, and handed one of them to the senior wearing presbyopic glasses. You obviously work in an office, and you are already so old, and you will soon retire in two months, why do you want to come out with me to face the sun, and beat dogs all over the street?"

"... Gulu Gulu... Hey! What can I do? Why, there have been several cases of wild dogs wounding people recently, and a little girl in Dongshan Village was bitten to death. Not to mention our municipal party secretary, a few days ago When I went to condolences to the lonely old man, in front of TV cameras and a large group of reporters, I was bitten by a wild dog that jumped out of nowhere, and I made a fool of myself on the spot!"

Lao Sun took the mineral water bottle from Wang Qiu, unscrewed the cap and drank most of the bottle in one go, and then explained the secret with a sigh, "...in this way, the current stray dogs in our city will become a disaster. Naturally, relevant leaders in the city attach great importance to the problem of stray dogs in summer. They made a decision at the end of last month to urgently carry out a special rectification operation for stray dogs in summer this month. They also set a hard target, and must hunt down 300 wild dogs!
Originally, with the red-headed documents in the city, it is reasonable to contact the police and militia to have a summer dog-beating sweep. It is just a drizzle to beat hundreds of wild dogs.Unexpectedly, since the beginning of the month, there have been several murders and robberies in our city, and no suspects have been arrested yet.So the police and the joint defense team have to search for the murderer first, and we can only find a way to beat the dog by ourselves.

Originally, the unit wanted to recruit some temporary workers to help beat the dogs, but they couldn't approve the funds.It's already the 30th now, and more than a dozen people in the entire management center are busy, and the distance from the indicator is still about 30 dogs..."

Speaking of this, Lao Sun let out another long sigh, "... Alas, several leaders in the unit are all impatient! So now we have to mobilize the whole situation, and everyone who can run and walk is mobilized. I can complete the dog-beating target before the end of the month. Even me, the old man in charge of files, and you, a college student who just came to practice, were arrested...Xiao Wang, you really didn’t catch up when you came to our unit for an internship this time. Time!"

"...Hehe, seniors like you didn't complain about suffering. How can we juniors be afraid of hardships and tiredness?"

Wang Qiu drank a few sips of mineral water and replied with a reluctant smile, but when he looked back at the crude equipment in his hands, he felt sad again, "...Master Sun, I heard that the urban management dog-beating teams in Zhengzhou and Shanghai, They are all equipped with iron armor and an anesthetic gun. But why do we only have two old-fashioned electric batons, a pair of iron pliers for strangling the dog's neck, and this barbed wire bag? Besides, we don't even have to ride in the car. Run on two legs!"

"...Hey, our dog management center only has two small pickup trucks, plus an electric car! Right now, almost all of them are dispatched to beat dogs. There is no way if there are not enough buses, and there is no way to reimburse the gas fee for private cars... As for the poor equipment... now these equipment are enough."

A flash of light suddenly appeared on Lao Sun's presbyopic glasses, as if he was blaming the younger generation for their dissatisfaction, "...in the 80s of the last century, when our urban management team was just established, it was called the real beggar-beating-dog team! I personally sent a wooden stick and a big sack! Alas, don’t look at me as useless now, back then we dared to walk around the streets in the middle of the night, holding a stick and beating dogs whenever we saw it. One by one, stick the dog up and down, put it in a sack and carry it on the back, and sometimes peel the skin and stew a pot of dog meat hot pot for supper..."

Recalling the glorious years of those years, Lao Sun, who was about to retire, couldn't help being quite proud. He originally wanted to brag about his "brilliant achievements" in fighting dogs.Unexpectedly, I just said this, and I heard another barking sound from the alley where I lost the wild dog just now.

"...Yo! Could it be that those two beasts dare to come back again?! They are looking for a dead end!"

Hearing that the two stupid dogs seemed to go back and forth again, the old Sun who was worrying about the failure of the battle was overjoyed for a moment, and immediately grabbed the electric baton and stood up, saying, "...Xiao Wang, you Sit down first! See how powerful this set of dog-beating sticks created by my old grandson is!"

However, the moment he stood up, the smile on Old Sun's face froze.

——Yellow dog, black dog, white dog, mixed-haired dog, husky, chihuahua, native dog, black-backed dog... a dozen stray dogs of different heights, short, fat, and thin are jumping over the gutter with agility at the moment, Jumping up the steps, bypassing the rubbish dumps, arching their bodies at the same time, roaring in a low voice, putting on a ferocious aura of glaring at someone who is pregnant, and rushing towards the old grandson from the depths of the alley!

The rows of sharp white teeth drooling, the pairs of blood-red dog eyes full of tyranny, and the dirty dog ​​paws all glowed faintly red under the setting sun, as if they would be full in the next moment. To drink the blood of the enemy...

Lying in a trough!The two mad dogs who were injured just now brought a large number of dog friends to take revenge!
I haven't come out to beat dogs in person for a few years, when did these wild dogs become so organized?Could it be that there is no dog union?
Faced with such a surreal and terrifying crisis, Lao Sun hesitated for only a second before making an extremely decisive decision.

He turned around very sensitively, put the electric baton into Wang Qiu's hand who hadn't figured out the situation, and said earnestly, "... Comrade Xiao Wang, this time I have to trouble you to bear it first." I’m going to call for rescue! I’ll treat you to hot pot tomorrow! Now, I retreat, you cover!”

The next moment, Lao Sun's two legs seemed to be native to Kenya, like the most vigorous antelope, galloping towards the sunset.

——Well, this is basically equivalent to pulling the grenade away from the ring of fire, and then stuffing it into the opponent's hand, and then explaining very "sincerely": "... Now is the time to make sacrifices, for the sake of Justice and victory, I retreat, you cover!"

And when the unlucky urban management intern, Comrade Wang Qiu, finally looked back to see the danger he was facing, he only had time to let out an incomparably stern wail, and had to burst out with 300% fighting power to fight for his own life. Fight to the death:

"……Oh no--"

"...Woo-woof!!!"

"... Ping ping pong pong! Crackling!"

Next, an unprecedented bloody human-dog battle broke out on the messy Cabbage Street...

And this is just the most insignificant one among the countless adventures that Wang Qiu will experience...