1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 130: Minions and Heroes (Updates added with monthly tickets)

A BMW, a Toyota Overlord, and four Toyotas were driving towards Mong Kok and Shanghai Street.

Zhou Minghua was sitting in the passenger seat of the BMW, playing with a .38 revolver, and said enthusiastically: "Big boss, if Mr. Jun becomes an official like this, I'm afraid he will be beaten again in the future."

"This kind of business is good."

He also felt that the big boss did this on purpose. He easily got the 10 million Hong Kong dollars, which will last for a long time, and at least he can make orders worth several million more.

Zhang Ziwen kicked him in the back row and scolded him with a smile: "Uncle Zhou, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"

"Business is all about word of mouth."

It is common for PMC companies to take a long-term view and catch big fish, but they often end badly.

By completing one order neatly and waiting for the next one to come to your doorstep, customers will feel at ease and the company will have a good reputation, which will help it gain more big customers in the future.

"But do you think you can use Ajun to control Heliansheng?" Zhang Ziwen changed the subject and suddenly said.

He did not plunder the actual interests of others, but only secretly grabbed power.

More sinister than them!

This is the same path as the mainland, but one is overt and the other is covert, one provides political support to Ma Jiajun, and the other provides military support to Ma Jiajun.
Ma Jiajun will become a chess piece dancing on the tip of a knife, unable to control himself, but if the means are high enough, there is a great chance to make Heliansheng stronger and become an international community.

If tens of thousands of people can be mobilized to show support at a critical moment, perhaps defeat can be turned into victory.

Riot Games can rely on supporting Ajun and secretly influence He Liansheng's decisions.

Give him a serious wake-up call!
The motorcade stopped at the bottom of Zhang Ji Photo Gallery.

After all, Lin Changle, Luo Dabao and others have their own plans, and Ma Jiajun has too much time to take care of himself. He can only say that sitting in the hall is really a three evil position. Everyone is watching, and he may suffer disaster if he is not careful.
"This can be considered a way of cooperation."

"hiss!"

"The company's influence on Hong Kong Island is still too low. Guns are not enough. We need people and intelligence."

"Lin Changle, Luo Dabao is the driving force behind the scenes, so why not the big boss?"

Zhou Minghua was startled, his eyes full of surprise, and he turned around and said, "There is a chance!"

After pushing Ma Jiajun to the third evil position, the people under his command are still not convinced, so they will naturally rely on Riot Games even more in the future.

Zhou Minghua secretly took a breath of air in his heart: "The big boss has planned everything, and he is determined to do it to the big one."

The fate of the Ghost Police Team.

Force is the core value,
But there are not enough application scenarios. Everything cannot be solved with guns. If it really crosses the line, the authorities have a lot of guns.

Ma Jiajun, wearing a suit and leather shoes, jumped out of the car elegantly and nodded vaguely to Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen looked out the window, in a daze.

PMC can never be a purely armed company. If it wants to become bigger and stronger, it must accumulate political energy. However, the fighting environment in Hong Kong Island is too fierce. If Riot's annual income of tens of millions is involved, it has already been involved in politics. In struggle.

Zhang Ziwen, however, took advantage of the situation. When he came to the scene, he suddenly realized that he could intervene without leaving any trace, and it would not arouse Ma Jiajun's vigilance.

If we want to continue to grow our company on Hong Kong Island, we must have influence in the countryside, citizens, and various industries.

Because he doesn't use the association to make money, kill people, or be a white powder, but uses the association's manpower and intelligence network.

Zhang Ziwen slammed the door of the BMW, nodded slightly and looked back, indicating that the people under him had made arrangements.

In order to rise to power this time, not only the action personnel must be arranged, but also the people in the arena must be arranged to show dominance, which is commonly known as "showing off horses."

Doorway.

More than a dozen elite gangsters selected by the club had already blocked the entrance. The leader opened his arms and shouted: "He Liansheng is having a meeting. Only people from the Hezi sect are not allowed in, and no one is allowed to go upstairs without a backpack." "Ajun , let your people wait at the door."

Ma Jiajun recognized that the leader was "Aqian", a close friend of "Uncle Chuishui", and thought he was a capable member of the society. In fact, few people in the world recognized him.

He was already in a bad mood, so he didn't care about the power of the unknown guy. He strode forward and slapped his arm in the face: "Pah!"

A hard slap.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to block my way in the club. You are a Jun, big or small. Should the four-nine boy be called White Paper Fan?"

A Qian was shocked and angry after being slapped in the face, covering his burning face, his eyes full of hatred, wishing to kill Ma Jiajun right away.

As a temporary transfer boy, he could smell the storm in the air and could guess something. But when he met Ma Jiajun's red eyes, he couldn't help feeling timid. He gritted his teeth and bowed, "Jun." elder brother."

"Brother Jun."

Seeing that their eldest brother was defeated, the other boys bowed and shouted because of the rules of the club.

Ma Jiajun pointed at A Qian: "See, you are also a short-lived ghost, get out of the way!"

"Brother Jun, we need to search you." A Qian was still blocking the way.

But in the door behind him stood a dozen or so gunmen with bulging waists and fierce faces. They could draw their guns and fire at the slightest mistake.

Why can the uncles in the club arrange gunmen, but the dignified people can't even bring a gun in?
This is the power of system, seniority and rules.

Every rule is a heavy shackle, and every system is a prison, imprisoning people in an invisible cage and waiting for death. If you don't obey the rules, you are not qualified to be in power.

If you obey the rules, no matter how much strength you have, you will still be easily slaughtered by the superiors.

Either win within the rules or break them!

In this world, slaves are inferior to each other according to the rules, but the hero breaks the cage with his sword and gun!
At this moment, Ma Jiajun made up his mind, and for a moment he took out a dagger from his waist, stabbed it directly into A Qian's chest, and pushed A Qian away: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

"Uh-huh."

A Qian couldn't breathe. He held his heart and tried to stop the bleeding, but the blood slipped away from his fingers little by little with life. He stepped back step by step and was finally caught by his brothers: "Brother Qian!"

"Brother Qian!"

Zhang Ziwen took out two blade grenades from his pocket, pulled out the bolt, and strode into the photo studio: "Can I step into Hutchison's territory today?"

"Can you!"

A sound of thunder!

The dozen or so boys who were guarding the door moved out of the way, not even caring about the eldest brother who had been stabbed, leaving him lying in front of the door. More than a dozen gunmen on the first floor drew their weapons and raised their guns with both hands. They looked at Zhang Ziwen who strode through the door and did not even dare to touch the trigger.

Because the single floor of this photo studio is only 300 feet, and the environment is too cramped. Two grenades can cause thousands of fragments. How many people can survive if they explode?
Every time Zhang Ziwen took a step forward, the gunmen took a step back.
Bullshit rules!

I stepped in openly and openly!

Ma Jiajun and several bodyguards followed in later.

Zhou Minghua even had the leisure to direct people to drag the wounded boy in so that he would not lie on the street and affect the appearance of the city.

The old policeman is the old policeman.

Finally, he took out an MP5, holding a gun and a cigarette in his mouth, and followed the boss leisurely.

The main focus is calmness.

(End of this chapter)