北方的初秋,天气仍然令人燥热不安。繁华的吉林市江北大街已在午后停止了喧嚣,偶尔行人漫步而过,一切尽在平静之中。一辆兰色外地号牌的桑塔那轿车缓缓驶入街面。这时,路边饭店步出一位西装革履的大汉,他手持“大哥大”,疾步走到车旁,轿车未及停稳,一位年轻人夹一个长条布袋已钻出车门。大汉迎过去。伸手摸了摸长布袋,满意地露出笑容,随即递过去一个厚厚的纸口袋。“不许动。”随着一声呐喊,街面上漫步而行的路人已变成神兵天将,荷枪出现在 Early autumn in the north, the weather is still very hot and uncomfortable. The thriving Jiangbei Avenue in Jilin City has stopped the noise in the afternoon, and occasionally pedestrians wander through, all in peace. A blue foreign plate license Santana slowly into the street. At this time, the roadside restaurant step out of a suit of the Han, he was holding “big brother”, walked quickly to the car, the car stopped short, a young man clip a long bag has been drilled out the door. Han welcomed the past. Hand touched the long bag, satisfied with a smile, then handed over to a thick paper pocket. “Do not move.” With a cry, passers-by walking on the street has become a magical talent, gun appeared in