1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 144 The fight begins (monthly tickets will add more updates)

"Hey?"

Ge Zhenxiong answered the phone and responded with dissatisfaction.

"Gesheng."

Zhang Ziwen shouted.

"Sheng Zhang, what do you have to say?" Ge Zhenxiong actually wanted Riot Games to get a promise not to retaliate in public.

Witnesses from all parties revealed the matter.

This is how a balance is achieved.

Zhang Ziwen cursed: "Old Bones, go to hell!"

"Ah!"

"Wow!"

In an assault vehicle parked in front of the hotel, the senior inspector received the order, immediately pushed open the door, raised his firearm, and shouted: "Get in!"

"receive."

Beard Yong wrote a lot of words and people rushed towards him.

"Dragon head."

The dishes and chopsticks were smashed all over the floor.

Ma Jiajun came to his senses immediately, pointed at Ge Zhenxiong and said, "Just hit him!"

More than a hundred people from He Liansheng immediately rushed into the banquet hall, and five hundred people stood up to help beat Zai Teng, picked up the iron forks on the table, and immediately rushed to the main table with stools.

No matter how the younger brothers fight, the big brother must not get stuck in the chaos. Not only Ma Jiajun and the others are retreating, but Ge Zhenxiong and Hu Hu Yong are also retreating.
As he walked, Ren Darong took out his walkie-talkie and called for support: "EU, EU, there is a gang shopping incident at the Peninsula Hotel."

"The number gang should have given way long ago."

Huo Youxiao stood up in response, clasped the edge of the table with both hands, stood up straight, and overturned the round table with his hands.

Bang.

Six stormtroopers lined up and rushed into the lobby. They quickly passed the customers and rushed to the banquet hall on the third floor, where they fired shots in protest and yelled: "Put down your weapons and squat down with your head in your hands."

"Mr. Ge."

"Yes, sir."

The banquet hall has two doors and a service aisle.

Seeing this, the senior inspector solemnly ordered: "Change the rubber bullets."

Ma Jiajun, Li Junsheng, Ren Darong and others all stood up and looked at Huo Youxiao in surprise.

Ge Zhenxiong was so shocked and angry that he didn't want to hear a word anymore. He directly smashed his eldest brother on the table and shouted: "Fuck him, beat him!"

Gao Wei, Deng Weiguo and others immediately protected Li Junsheng, Ma Jiajun and Huo Youxiao: "Let's go."

Ren Darong specially mobilized a team of people to prevent the Number Gang from breaking up, but in the end the three major gangs turned against each other. The situation was more complicated than expected, and relying on a submachine gun could no longer solve the problem.

Click.

Click.

The team members quickly changed their magazines and lined up to aim forward.

"shooting!"

The senior inspector barked an order.

Toot toot. Toot toot.

Rubber bullets will not kill people, but they are enough to injure the assailants and render the target incapable of resisting, thus maintaining the situation on the scene until Mr. O's support arrives.

Li Junsheng, Ma Jiajun, Huo Youxiao, and Ren Darong retreated to the underground garage and hurriedly hid in the van. The sharp steering sound sounded, and the car immediately drove out of the parking lot.

Several numbers armed with wooden sticks helped the gangster rush out of the corridor and chased him for a while without giving up before throwing away the sticks with a look of displeasure.

Ren Darong was sitting in the car, breathing heavily, with sweat on his forehead, and said angrily and laughing: "In what age are you still playing like this? You and Ge Zhenxiong are not good people."

"Sir Ren, aren't we in the same car?"

Ma Jiajun smiled.

Subsequently, a large number of uniformed police officers rushed to the scene and dispersed the fighting young and Dangerous boys. However, the two parties gradually evacuated after the bosses retreated. There were originally more than 600 people, but by the end of the fight, only about 300 were left. There were a lot of people, including more than a dozen injured people, the scene was quite big and there was a lot of pretense involved.

After all, the boys all knew that the police were watching, and there would be no benefit in overdoing it. They all held back and counted the length of their detention.

This shopping spree at the Peninsula Hotel was handled as a triad brawl in compliance with the rules and regulations. Negotiations between associations cannot reach an agreement, and fights are commonplace. It doesn’t matter if it was the 90s, it will still happen more than ten or twenty years later.

O Ji handled it with ease. He could only sue a few unlucky ones and cause little trouble in the world. However, the subsequent disputes with Lian Sheng, Yi Sheng and the number gang involved a lot of shopping in the world. .

The scale was not large, with more than a dozen people standing up to the sky, but people often fell into a pool of blood and died, and shootings occasionally occurred, which made the three major societies very angry, and two clerics died within five days.

Everyone in the world knows that he fights fiercely with the prefix and number gang!

Congo, Ruyepo.

Mayor's Office.

Dressy sat on an office chair, cut off the cap with a knife, and while lighting a cigar, he waved and asked the guards to open the door of a room. Inside was a torture room. Sitting there was a blonde with blue eyes, a suit and leather shoes, and a thin cheek. middle-aged white man.

Zhou Minghua held a cigar in his right hand and stood in the office area, staring directly at the white man with obvious fear in his tone: "Mayor Dracy, who is this?"

The white man's body was bound with black tape, his mouth was gagged, and his leather shoes were covered with mud, but his suit was still clean. He was struggling on the chair and making a grunting sound. He was obviously very frightened by the situation he was in.

Two guards armed with AK47s stood indoors. There were many torture instruments hanging on the wall, and the blood on the ground had seeped into the cracks of the bricks.

Dressy chewed his cigar, walked around the desk and came indoors, saying loudly: "This friend calls himself Yuri. He is an arms dealer from North America and has a cooperation agreement with Raytheon Company."

"We also have a good relationship with De Beer."

Zhou Minghua immediately understood that De Beer was also involved in bidding for rough diamonds, and found an underground arms dealer as a partner who could use arms for settlement like Riot Games.

Dracy had already made some intentions to tie the person to the chair. He was simply worried that the two parties would be more trustworthy if they cooperated many times, and there was an advisory group that could train and deploy. Otherwise, he would be the one sitting on the chair.

"Mayor, the tank has been installed and set sail, and is on the empty road." Zhou Minghua reminded.

Dracy chuckled and said, "I know, but Yuri said that he can supply weapons, bullets, and tanks to the Congolese army at a price of seven dollars per pound, which is one-third cheaper than your company."

"Crack!"

Dracy took out the silver revolver from his waist, turned on the safety, pointed at Yuri on the chair and said, "Is it true?"

The translator stepped forward and took off Yuri's mouth cloth.

Yuri coughed twice, gasped, and said in English: "Yes, our goods go through the Mediterranean, and the shipping cost is lower than that of Riot Games."

Zhou Minghua opened his mouth and slowly exhaled white mist. He understood in his heart that Drexi was bidding. When doing business with African natives, it is easy to fall out. If he cannot get a better price, the revolver will attack him at any time. Accurate yourself.

I'm afraid the brothers in the advisory group have been controlled. I wonder if the Yankees have brought troops. If they do, there will be another fight.
"Mr. Zhou, give me a reason to cooperate with you again."

Dracy turned the gun and pointed it at Zhou Minghua's head.

"If you kill me, someone else will come looking for you. If you kill him, it will be over." Zhou Minghua did not make an offer, but said very calmly: "Choose one?"

(End of this chapter)