1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 140 Trouble is coming
Tsuen Wan.

Jiahe studio.

Lau Jialin had just finished filming and invited her co-stars Simon Yam and Fong Chung-sin to Kowloon for dinner.

"Miss Liu."

A bodyguard stepped forward to take the pocket, and two others glanced around.

"Bitch."

A passerby wearing a shirt suddenly took out a glass bottle from his arms, lit it with a lighter, and hit the car with the flame from a distance.

"boom!"

Bottles filled with diesel shattered, the glass splattered with gasoline, and the roof of the car was covered with flames.

The bodyguards quickly protected Liu Jialin, Ren Dahua, Fang Zhongxin and their group to retreat.

The employee squatted on the ground to clean up the mess, and said without tears: "Liu Sheng, the company has been robbed."

Magnificent Films.

Ren Dahua returned to the set, his expression a little ugly, and said: "Arlene, who have you provoked recently?"

Liu Dehua received the news and rushed to the office. He saw a mess inside and outside the company, with glass windows, tables, chairs and furnishings all smashed.

But things can get tricky if you continue to find trouble for your company's customers.

But he couldn't come up with a countermeasure.

Wan Chai.

After receiving the report from his subordinate, Li Junsheng smashed the document on the table and cursed loudly: "Fuck you, you are causing trouble for me while the boss is not around. The number gang is so powerful!"

Documents were stuffed into trash cans and burned, boxes and boxes of imported film were stolen from cabinets, and a camera was even missing.

Liu Jialin was so frightened by the Molotov cocktail that her face turned pale, but fortunately the three were well-trained and the VIP was not harmed even though they were more than ten meters apart.

The passerby laughed ferociously and said, "Brother Lang is waiting for you underground!"

Liu Dehua clenched the car keys in his hand, gritting his teeth and feeling very unwilling. The stolen film alone was worth hundreds of thousands. Fortunately, he was fine.

Imperial Center.

Liu Jialin is the sister-in-law of the big boss, and Liu Dehua and Mei Yanfang are regular customers.

"I see."

Liu Jialin was in shock, her face full of fear.

Although the Number Gang didn't use knives or guns to kill anyone, they moved here and there to deliberately disgust the company's customers. How can Riot's business be done if they come back a few more times!
"Mr. Li, would you like to call the boss?"

"Clean up and report the crime."

Last night, someone attacked the company headquarters. It was a minor incident.

"Mr. Li, the brother next to Miss Liu called. Someone maliciously threw a gasoline bottle."

"Number Gang."

Deng Weiguo, Gao Wei and others rushed back to the company to discuss countermeasures.

Li Junsheng took a deep breath from his cigarette and said: "The big boss handed over the management of Hong Kong Island affairs to me before he left. If there is any trouble, I will call you. What will the boss think of us in the future?"

"Besides, it's a big business outside Hong Kong Island. You can't influence the boss and Mr. Zhou. It's best to solve it yourself."

Deng Weiguo moved his mouth and said worriedly: "But the boss has transferred all the field departments of Chungking Mansions. Only the security department staff are left in the port. They have many tasks and can't redeploy anyone."

The security department all have formal visas and ID cards, which according to company regulations cannot be used for underground operations.

"These bastards are so accurate."

Li Junsheng held his breath and said: "Someone leaked the news to them. The person who pays so much attention to us must be a colleague. He is playing tricks with us and cannot fall into the trap."

"Call the brothers below to cheer up and leave the rest to me."

Deng Weiguo, Gao Wei and others stood at attention after a moment, stood up and saluted: "Yes!" Our counterparts in Hong Kong may not necessarily know where the field department has been transferred.

But with close attention, it is not difficult to get wind of a large-scale relocation of the field service.

After all, Riot Games has become the target of public criticism among its peers in Hong Kong.

Congo.

City of Ruyepo.

"Mayor Dressy." Zhou Minghua was wearing a suit and sitting in the office. He offered a cigar to the fat black general and said with a polite smile: "Our boss has gone to Ukraine to order the most cash for you. Light tank.”

"call."

Dressy blew out a satisfied breath, lay down on the leather sofa, put his legs on the table, and nodded slightly: "Here we are, Mr. Zhang."

"Mayor, is this deal exclusive?" Zhou Minghua stood in front of his desk, looking at Dracy, and tried to test the situation carefully: "Our boss doesn't want any accidents."

"After all, it's worth ten million dollars."

Dracy's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly stood up and said forcefully: "Mr. Zhou, please don't question my character. We have cooperated with each other more than ten times."

"You are an honorary citizen of Ruyepo."

Zhou Minghua smiled: "I want to see the goods again."

Ukraine.

Marston.

Zhang Ziwen met his contact, Second Lieutenant "Colomois" in the city, and bought a Russian burrito. While eating, he took an off-road vehicle into the military base.

When passing through the tarmac again, it can be seen that the number of parked aircraft has dropped sharply.

In fact, arms trading has always been one of the mainstream trades in the world, with the transaction volume ranking among the top of all commodities. Whether it is retail or wholesale, the market demand is very strong.

There are only a few gun-ban areas where people are less exposed to the gun trade.

After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, arms shipments were liberalized.

Vehicles transporting arms came and went, swaggering through the city, heading to the port one after another.

The price is favorable. The more people come to batch goods, the more powerful buyers there will be. The transaction is no longer limited to aircraft and tanks.

Zhang Ziwen was no longer a big customer, but he was able to trade in light industrial commodities and still received warm hospitality from General "Kaev".

"Mr. Zhang, the seven T-7 tanks you want are ready and can be loaded and set off at any time." Kaev, wearing military uniform, pointed to the row of tanks in front of him and said.

The T-72 was developed in the 60s and officially equipped with the Army in 72. It has been more than years ago. It is a masterpiece of the old Su family, with a total output of vehicles.

Equipped with reactive armor, explosion-proof armor, and a fire control system, it can submerge across the beach and is very adaptable to combat in complex environments.

It is very famous among the third generation main battle tanks, far surpassing the main battle tanks of most countries today.

This model perfectly meets Zhang Ziwen's needs, but the weight is slightly more than the An-12's load capacity. The equipment needs to be removed, transported in two times, and then reassembled after landing.

The main battle tank with an official export price of US$120 million can be obtained with only US$50 in living supplies, and then sold to Africa at a price of US$140 million each.

Not only did Dressy have to come up with 777 carats of diamonds, he also had to dig into his pocket to add a few more.
"These are brand-new equipment that have never been used on the battlefield." Colomois introduced.

Zhang Ziwen nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, I want to go shopping again. Are there any good new products on the shelves?"

"Mr. Zhang, do you prefer airplanes, artillery, individual weapons, or air defense systems?" Kaev smiled: "There are also ships of various levels, but go to the port to see them."

Peninsula Hotel.

Li Junsheng, wearing a suit, hurried to a private room, opened the door and saluted: "Sir!"

"Asheng."

Ren Darong was wearing a shirt, holding a cigarette, and looked at him with deep eyes: "What do you want from me?"

(End of this chapter)