A small truck with the words "Fuhai Prison" printed on the roadside was parked. A man with a dry face sat on a chair in the store. He muttered cigarettes and a teacup in his hand, and was scolding a fat man in front of him.

"I said, Lao Tie, you are getting more and more tricky now! The dishes I sent are rotten more and more every time. The potatoes have sprouted, the vegetables are all yellow leaves, and the fish are so smelly that they can't smell - the freezer is full of smelly water. The warden beat me up last time! Tell me, huh? What's the matter with that?"

The boss is a Uyghur man. His robe is fat and big, and he wears a small square hat on his round head. His fat face and two small eyes are squeezed. He smiled and said, "Mr. Hu, it's not that the food is not bad, but the price of vegetables has risen too fiercely this year! After two hail, everything has risen. I don't make a penny to deliver food to you, and I've paid all the oil costs~"

Hu Gongan took a sip of tea, "Push" spit out a mouthful of tea, and cursed: "You damn cry to me, poor. No matter how high the vegetable prices rise, it has nothing to do with you! People say that prisoners in prison eat pig food, but now they eat, and they don't even want to eat pigs - do you dare to say that the price of vegetables has increased with a shy face? The tender cucumbers, green winter melons, pork ribs, mutton, and old hens, do these things have anything to do with you? Bah!"

The fat boss was very thick-skinned and was scolded and damaged by Gongshu. He was not at all unhappy. His little eyes rolled around a few times, took out a small pile of banknotes from his robe, and quietly stuffed them over. He smiled and said, "For the blessing of the Lord, although I have not made any money this year, I finally made friends like Gongshu. We Uyghur value friends the most. You take care of me, I know Tiemur. Gongshu, don't worry, this time I prepared a lot of good dishes and will be delivered to you early tomorrow morning." He took out a pack of cigarettes, but did not open them, and directly stuffed them to Gongshu. He leaned closer and whispered: "Mr. Hu, I will also honor your two slaughtered fat chickens and two lamb legs. When do you see when..."

Mr. Hu's stern face slowly turned from Yin to Qing, and he stood up and nodded with satisfaction. "Old Tie, I will take care of you this time. You go over and come to my house early tomorrow morning, and then we will go to prison together!"

"Oh, ah~" Timur nodded repeatedly, bowed his waist and took him outside the store.

Hu Gongan stepped out of the store and suddenly turned around and cursed, "Damn, I've been chasing you for a long time and I almost forgot the serious business." He took out a list from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Here, this is what the warden wants. You buy it all today and send it together tomorrow. The fee will be settled at the end of the month. Don't miss it!"

Timur took the order and glanced a few times. He saw that there were only traditional Xinjiang foods such as mutton, naan, fruit, etc., which were not very high-end. However, what was a bit surprising was that there was a birthday cake. He put the order in his arms, stretched out his big hand and patted his chest hard, and shouted: "Don't worry, Hu Gong'an, I'll prepare now. I'm sure I won't be able to miss you tomorrow!"

"Well, that's good." Hu Gongan nodded with satisfaction, got into the small truck, fired, waved his hand casually, and drove away slowly.

Tiemur returned to the store, sat on the chair that Hu Gongan had just sat, took out the order again, looked carefully, his face was already sinister, and his original smooth expression had long disappeared.

Early the next morning, before six o'clock, a small truck quietly drove into the staff dormitory of Fuhai Prison. Timur and a friend quietly came downstairs with two baskets of vegetables and rang the doorbell.

"Who?"

"It's me, Timur, who delivered the food~"

A few minutes later, a woman yawned opened the door, blinked, saw Timur's appearance clearly, and was about to speak, the guy had already come over and reached out to pinch her neck.

The woman was so scared that she was about to struggle desperately, a sharp slap penetrated her waist.

A few minutes later, Timur and Hu Gongguan carried the vegetable basket back into the car with their usual expressions. The truck honked its horn, slowly turned around and turned toward the prison.

Saturday, April 22, 2ooo, March 12, Islamic calendar.

"Someone wants to rob the prison?" Ren Xianzhi took a thin fax and looked over and over again several times. Then his brows tightly flicked and reached out to pick up the phone receiver.

"Hey, ask Xiemushaer to answer the phone."

"Ren Suo, Xiemushaer has left early today."

"Leave?" Ren Xianzhi suddenly had an ominous omen in his heart, "Don't he leave in the afternoon?"

The little policeman who answered the phone obviously didn't know how to answer. He said cautiously: "Ren Institute, Xiemuxier Deputy Office set out at five o'clock. He brought 8 people, as well as 15 armed police officers from the Municipal Armed Police Squadron, and 122 people were taken away - he had your order..."

Ren Xianzhi hung up the phone, his big hand tightly pinched his chin, thinking that this was an accident or a conspiracy.

The prisoners who were transferred to the prison went to Qingsongli to dig a canal. He knew about it and agreed. He said that it would be no big deal to leave for a long time, but now the 716 office has come to early warning telegrams and strictly order the guards to closely monitor important prisoners, especially the Eastern Turkistan elements. At this time, he had to think about it.

Ren Xianzhi called Xie Musher's phone, and without any surprise, the other party turned off the phone. He stood up quickly. He opened the gun cabinet, took out the pistol from it, then buckled the armed belt on his body, picked up a slight rush, took a few magazines, and then put on a bulletproof helmet, then left the door.

This was the first time the policeman on duty saw the warden's fully armed look, and he met him a little at a loss.

"How is the situation?" Ren Xianzhi asked while starting to inspect the entire prison area.

"The situation is stable and there are no accidents." The little policeman put the gun behind his back and followed Ren Xianzhi and replied in a low voice.

"Yes." Ren Xianzhi first walked around the severe prison area, and then casually inspected the prison rooms of several Eastern Turkistan elements. Along the way, several middle-level cadres who felt that the atmosphere was not very good had already followed him tacitly and formed a small team.

When I walked to the last time I entered the private courtyard, I saw Anaiqing Turur just got up and was sitting cross-legged on the table, waiting for the meal to start.

After the inspection, Ren Xianzhi felt relieved, turned around and looked at the people around him. Seeing the instructor who had just arrived at work, he waved his hand to signal him to get close.

The man was wearing a brand new suit, and the conspicuous "Shanshan" logo on his cuffs had not been cut yet. He was about in his early fifties, but his head was shiny and shiny. He was slightly fat. He was kind-hearted and didn't look like a policeman, but like a street office staff member.

When he saw him panting, someone laughed.

"Han Zhi, are you marrying your daughter or marrying your own wife today? You are dressed so beautifully..."

"That's right, Han Touer, you're so dark. Could it be that after eating ginseng fruit, you're reborn?"

"Dye, dyed." Han Aiguo was not angry and replied with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense. Old Han is here. Now we are having a meeting." Ren Xianzhi's face darkened, and no one dared to say anything immediately.

The prison area is stationed by local armed police forces. It turned out that nearly 40 people have been taken away, but now 15 people have been taken away. There are less than 30 people in Fuhai Prison. Except for nearly 10 administrative staff and the 8 people taken away by Deputy Director Xie Musheer, who have combat effectiveness but only 10 people have come.

These 3o people have to guard nearly 5o prisoners, and the pressure suddenly became enormous.

Ren Xianzhi held a brief on-site office meeting. He first introduced the situation and the content of the fax letter from Office 716, and then ordered.

"Immediately recall all the police and staff who are resting. Now we have set up two groups, the first group I serve as the team leader, the second group asks Instructor Han Aiguo as the team leader, and everyone will immediately go to the gun room to collect weapons and ammunition..."

After explaining the task in a few words, a group of people hurriedly took the order and left. Ren Xianzhi held the heavy slight rush, stretched his head and looked into the courtyard again, and was stunned.

Anaiqing Turul stood naked in the yard, muttering to himself with his eyes closed, Alpha stood behind him and drowned a bucket of water that was still emitting cold air on his head.

With a "wow~", Anaiqing Turur's thin body shrank for a moment, but bravely raised his chest and recited it louder.

"All praises are all to Allah, the Lord of the world. The most kind and kind Lord, we worship you only, and ask you to help you, and guide us on the right path. The path of whom you bless is not the path of the rebuke, nor the path of the misunderstanding..."

The sound of reciting came from several prisons next door at the same time. Ren Xianzhi looked around on the corridor, and saw prisoners following Anaiqing and Turur's leadership reading loudly.

Those vicious prisoners were now like sheep, running quietly on the ground, hanging their bare heads, looking pious, and saying words.

Ren Xianzhi was transferred to Fuhai Prison for not long and did not know much about Islam. He stared at all at a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, "What's going on?"

Han Aiguodao, the instructor who has not left, said: "Today is one of their three major festivals, the Holy Chronicle Festival!"

"Holy Day?"

Han Aiguo nodded, pulled him downstairs, explaining: "The Holy Day is the birthday and death of the Islamic Saint Muhammad, both on March 12 of the Islamic Calendar. This year, it is today. They have to fast, bathe, and recite ** to express their nostalgia for the saint..."

“Fast?”

"Generally speaking, they will fast for three days from the Holy Day. Every year at this time, we will advise them to have a meal, but the effect is not good. We have always been very cautious about ethnic religions, and we cannot, and dare not have any slightest coercion. We are mostly respecting their ethnic and religious habits, but we will send additional medical staff to start to pay close attention to the health of the Islamists among the prisoners the next day..."

Ren Xianzhi's face turned cold, and he said sternly: "Why don't I know about this? Why don't you report it to me?"

"I have reported it!" Han Aiguo said in surprise: "I greeted the people in the infirmary and called the county hospital. Also, I have reported it verbally with the Deputy Office of Xiemushaer - he knows this even better than me. When you were on leave, he said he would report to you as soon as you go to work, so I..."

Things were getting weirder. Ren Xianzhi waved his hand decisively and rushed into the office. Just as he was about to call, he rushed into the room.

"There is no one in the gun room, so what can I find!"

"Smash it open!" Ren Xianzhi shouted, "I will be responsible for anything happening, Lao Han will register the gun!"

Han Aiguo hurried out, Ren Xianzhi put Wei Chong on the table and took off his helmet. Only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and the phone rang suddenly.

After answering the phone, Han Aiguo hurried in, "Ren Suo, Curry has no guns!"

"What?" Ren Xianzhi was stunned, and the cold sweat on his head fell down.

"The four six-four pistols and two micro-rushers that were originally stored, all four nine-five semi-automatic rifles disappeared, and all the ammunition was taken away..."

Ren Xianzhi rubbed his face and gritted his teeth and said, "How many weapons do we have now?"

"I just counted it. Among the 22 armed police officers on duty, six of them had semi-automatic rifles, but each had only one magazine. The four people on duty yesterday each had a pistol and one full magazine. In addition, I also had a pistol and three magazines."

“Where is the bulletproof vest and helmet?”

"Everyone is here, it has gone down, but only half of it can be equipped. In addition, the electric batons, daggers, handcuffs, and police ropes have also been distributed."

Ren Xianzhi was very satisfied with Han Aiguo's thoughtfulness. He pushed the micro-rush out and then took out a few magazines from his pocket, "These are distributed to the front-line armed police. You can do a pre-war mobilization now, and I'll call a few more before you find you."

Han Aiguo was not polite either. He picked up the slight rush, put away the magazine and was about to go out, but Ren Xianzhi suddenly called him.

"What else?"

Ren Xianzhi walked forward, looked at the old policeman who was nearly twenty years older than him, silently took off his helmet and pressed it on his head, and then patted him on the shoulder hard, "Old Han, if something happens today, I will go and accompany my sister-in-law in person!"

"Say these kind words." Han Aiguo grinned and said, "When you go to my house, you will be like a thief after you leave--I'm leaving. You, whenever you want to drink, just go there. I don't have that good wine, I have enough Daqutu."

Today is the day when Han Aiguo's daughter got married, but Ren Xianzhi found something wrong in the morning, so he called him as soon as possible. Han Aiguo was wearing a brand new suit when he came, and even the trademark on his cuffs was not cut. Only then did he take the time to change into the police uniform.

Originally, after get off work in the afternoon, Ren Xianzhi had to lead the prison staff to have a wedding banquet. Now, there is no time to think about this matter... Ren Xianzhi watched Han Aiguo go out, and his smile gradually disappears. The county public security bureau just called and reported that three gunmen killed two ordinary people, injured sixteen people, and then drove around in Fuhai Prison.

Zhu Zhengang of the county criminal police brigade personally spoke with Ren Xianzhi and said that he would bring people here immediately and that Ren Xianzhi should pay close attention.
Chapter completed!