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Chapter 243 “Now Is The Fking Time!”

night.

The city of Medellin was in a state of drowsiness, and there was a gloomy and tense atmosphere on the streets.

The bodies of homeless people were scattered on the streets. Their faces were frozen with pain and horror, as if at the last moment, they still couldn't believe that their fate could be so cruel. And in this silent night, bursts of gunfire would sound from time to time. No one knew the source of the gunfire, and no one dared to explore it. The residents of this area have long been accustomed to this turbulent environment.

And on this muddy street, a high-end luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars suddenly drove out. The headlights pierced the darkness on the road and illuminated the frozen corpses on the roadside.

Carlos glanced at the dirty and dilapidated streets with disgust. Although he grew up here, he yearned for the luxurious life in the big city more than his backward and dilapidated hometown. He had already made up his mind to follow Barb. After Luo earns a few more years in business, he will change his identity and immigrate to the United States!

Sunny beaches, luxury cruise ships, and beauties in bikinis, that kind of lavish life is what he, a big DU tycoon, should enjoy.

Bang!
  Suddenly a gunshot broke his beautiful illusion about the future.

He looked at the car window without any panic. A shallow crater was ejected on the bulletproof glass. As a DU gangster with many enemies, how could he not have any means to prevent assassination?
  He spent a lot of money to book this bulletproof car in the United States. Ordinary bullets cannot penetrate its glass and doors!

He glanced coldly at the dark streets. Although he didn't know where the killer fired the bullet, since he dared to assassinate him, the other party would definitely not give up so willingly.

Carlos said in a deep voice to the driver in front: "Speed ​​up and drive out as soon as possible!"

After receiving his order, the car immediately picked up speed. At this moment, a series of bullets hit the door of his back seat one after another. Several masked men in combat uniforms rushed out of the shops on the street. Each of them pointed a submachine gun at him, and bullets were fired from the gun for free!

Under the baptism of this round of bullets, the car door was instantly bulged inward, and the car windows were also cracked with patterns. Fortunately, the car quickly drove away from this section of the street a few seconds later.

With lingering fear, Carlos held onto the crater on the glass with his hand and cursed bitterly: "Call Gacha to find out who is so bold! How dare you come to assassinate me?!"

Just as he finished speaking, a garbage truck loaded with earth rushed towards him at full speed in front of the intersection. Under Carlos' horrified eyes, the garbage truck slammed into them!

At the same time, the same assassinations were happening in every corner of the city, but the methods of death were different.

The next day.

Boston, in a suburban estate.

The hall of the manor is gorgeously decorated and full of classical charm. The high ceilings, dark golden walls and gorgeous chandeliers make people feel dazzled as soon as they enter.

But what is incompatible with this gorgeous decoration is that there is a simple black long table in the middle of the hall, standing like an island in the center.

At this time, there were more than a dozen people sitting on both sides of the long table. Their expressions were different, some were indifferent, some were anxious, some were restless, and some were gloomy.

At this time, a violent sound of slapping the table interrupted the contemplation of everyone at the table. Pablo couldn't control his inner uneasiness. After he got off the plane, not only did he not see Zheng Jirong who was captured by his men as expected, but also Since last night, none of his confidants and even family members in Medellin could get through to him. He suddenly lost any contact with his base camp.

"Where is the elder?!"

Pablo stood up angrily and shouted at the butler at the door: "And the new director who came from the east? Where is he?!"

"Pablo, you should have more respect for the elders instead of yelling rudely like you are now." Jaina said to him.

"Haha, it's not your turn to speak here yet." Pablo glanced at the woman who spoke with disdain. The Antonio family was getting more and more useless, and now it was the woman's turn to be the head of the family.

At this time, a deep voice came from the position next to the head of the table, "Shut up, this is not the place for you to quarrel."

After hearing what this person said, Pablo glared at Gianna and sat back down.

A few minutes later, when everyone else was waiting impatiently, the main door of the hall opened again, and a tall oriental man walked in with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha, I'm really sorry." Zheng Jirong looked at the looks from everyone and said with a grin: "I developed a habit of not arriving early in Hong Kong. I didn't expect that I couldn't change it after I came overseas. , I think you won’t mind, right?”

Just as he finished speaking, another voice came from outside the hall, "Since Mr. Zheng is here, hurry up and take your seat. There is only one person missing now."

The elder walked in from the inner hall with an expressionless face, looked at him and raised his hand.

"of course."

Zheng Jirong walked to the long table and looked at the people with different expressions on both sides with a smile. When he saw a curly-haired man on the table looking at him with angrily eyes, he felt a move in his heart and deliberately sat down next to him. .

Pablo saw that he took the initiative to sit next to him. After glaring at him, he ignored him and cast his eyes hatefully at the elder at the head of the table.

After everyone was seated, the elder spoke slowly: "I am here to inform you that the thirteenth seat of the council has been selected and will be held by Mr. Zheng Jirong from Hong Kong Island."

He pointed at Zheng Jirong, who was smiling silently in his seat, and introduced: "Mr. Zheng has more than [-] gang members registered in Hong Kong Island, and he also has a group under his name that provides tens of thousands of jobs, and he is worth more than With [-] million U.S. dollars, he is the best choice for Asia’s director.”    “Hey, [-] million U.S. dollars.”

After hearing this, Pablo sneered disdainfully: "Elder, under your leadership, the level of our council has become lower and lower."

Hearing what he said, everyone else at the table was speechless. The assets of the serious Hi-Bang Club with [-] million US dollars are actually very high. After all, they don't have the means to make money like this group of DUs. Xiao Lai is simple and crude.

"Pablo, what do you mean?" the elder asked sullenly.

"I'm just discussing the matter," Pablo said while biting his cigar: "The twelve seats on the council have not changed for so many years. Which one is not the dominant one? But you opened your mouth and said that you want to add one seat. We recommended it. You don’t want the candidate, you have to choose it yourself, but the one you chose is such a kid in his twenties, he’s a ZG guy, and I don’t know if he’s a GCD guy, are you kidding us?”

The elder heard this and said in a deep voice: "I have seen Mr. Zheng's strength with my own eyes. He is definitely qualified to sit in this position."

"That's what I say, but he is a Communist after all." A leader of the Canadian Hells Angels glanced at Zheng Jirong and said, "We are not from the same group as that feudal and backward country."

"Mr. Zheng is from Hong Kong Island, not from GCD." The elder explained patiently.

"That's right." Jaina also echoed: "Mr. Zheng's underground power is second to none in the whole of Asia, and GCD can only say that you think too much. Which GCD will be a high-profile society? You are like this There’s no point in dwelling on it.”

After hearing this, the leader of the Mexican cartel said: "I don't care what origin he is or what country he is from. As long as he can sell my goods to his territory, then I will support him as a director."

"No need to say more." After hearing what they said, Pablo stood up and said, "According to your opinion, as long as I am strong enough and can help everyone, I can do anything. Then am I strong enough?! Help? Have you helped enough?!”

"What exactly do you want to say?" the elder asked with narrowed eyes.

Pablo did not answer his words, but continued to say to everyone: "In terms of strength, I have tens of thousands of armed forces in Colombia. These people are not just gangsters who use knives to kill people, but they can carry guns and fire cannons." of."

"In terms of status, my factory in Medellin provides jobs for hundreds of thousands of people. Every day, people call on me on TV to become the president of Colombia."

"If we talk about money, I have more. Who doesn't know that I am worth tens of billions of dollars? I think, elder, you don't have as much money as I do."

"I have been a member of the council for so many years. Whenever a member of the council asks me for something, I will always help him get it done!"

He pointed to a few people on the table, and then said: "As long as someone from the board of directors wants to buy goods from me, I will give you the lowest price in the industry. Over the years, everyone has made hundreds of millions from me. In their Oriental terms, I guess I have hard work without any merit.”

"That's why I want to know!"

Pablo looked at the elder and said in a deep voice: "You have never done anything, why have you been sitting in the elder's position for so long?"

The atmosphere in the hall instantly fell silent. Even Zheng Jirong looked at Pablo with a strange expression. He always felt that he had seen this scene before, and it seemed that he had killed the person who said this before.

"Ha ha ha ha ha"

Just when everyone was in shock and contemplation, a burst of laughter broke the cold atmosphere on the table.

Zheng Jirong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Wonderful, really wonderful!"

Pablo looked at Zheng Jirong, who was cheering for him, and asked in surprise: "Do you support my position as the council elder?"

"No, no, no," Zheng Jirong immediately shook his head and smiled: "I only agree with half of what you just said. The position of the elder should indeed be rotated, but you..."

He said disdainfully: "A bastard selling DU products is not worthy of sitting in that position."

"What did you say?!"

Pablo pointed at Zheng Jirong and shouted angrily: "Who gave you the courage to judge me? Who do you think you are?! You blind Chink, go back to your dirty and backward country!"

Snapped!
  Zheng Jirong could no longer suppress his inner anger. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed Pablo's neck and slammed him onto the table!

Under the astonished eyes of the people around him, Zheng Jirong picked up the table knife and thrust it into his neck, and slowly cut his head along the edge of the knife.
  Blood sprayed on Zheng Jirong's face. He continued the movements in his hands expressionlessly, looked up at the people on the table and said coldly: "I have always supported freedom of speech without taboos, but"

"If I hear any of you dare to insult my blood, race, and country again, this will be my fate."

He raised Pablo's severed head, looked around at the crowd and asked, "So, you cowards, if you have anything else to say."

“Now Is The F**king Time!!!”

(End of this chapter)