I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 398
"Akun!"

Li Tailong beheaded the two boys, turned his head violently, and raised the head of his stick to point forward: "Tongluo Bay Datou Kun!"

Datou Kun raised his foot and kicked a Xin Ji boy away, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, turned and looked to the right: "Xin Ji Ten Hero Li Tailong!"

"die!"

Li Tailong held the baseball bat in both hands, strided forward at high speed, and swept the long stick towards Da Tou Kun's head.

Datou Kun grabbed the knife and rushed forward, the knife was smooth and smooth.

"Ah!"

Datou Kun's cheekbone on the right cheek suddenly stepped down, his facial features seemed to be smashed into a round cake, and his nostrils were splashed with blood, and he fell to the right.

Li Tailong stood in the same place, holding a knife, a steel watermelon knife firmly stuck around his neck, the white cloth bag that was broken at the edge of the knife had already been soaked with blood and scattered, the floating white cloth bag was like white flowers at a funeral.

Datou Kun was like an offline kite, he fell firmly to the ground, and with a bang, heavy dust flew up.

Datou Kun's eyes were open, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his two rows of teeth were bubbling with blood, and he murmured like a mosquito, "Hit, hit, hit me on the head."

"I'm Datou Kun."

However, Li Tailong touched his neck with his hands, groping for the edge of the blade, his consciousness gradually became blurred and swayed, poof, he pulled out the watermelon knife, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.

Pairs of figures wearing sneakers walked in front of them, except for a few figures standing in front of them, the rest were only shouts of killing and occasional beating boys who fell to the ground.

The real bloody fights in the rivers and lakes will never fall apart because of the death of one person. If one Li Tailong dies, more "Li Tailongs" will jump up, and if a double bonus stick falls, there will be a new double bonus stick. Xin Jizai stepped on Li Tailong's body and charged forward.

Xinji, He Yihai broke away from the scale of a small society early on. If the brand of the society does not fail, there will be continuous people joining. In Jianghu, a new generation replaces the old.

There were several brothers in front of Datou Kun who were fighting desperately to protect the safety of the boss. After about ten minutes, a group of people gradually defeated and turned to flee, while another group of people rushed into Wanchai with weapons, chasing five people all the way. Liutiaojie cut down a few more waves of people, and stopped when the police began to close the net.

Old Tanglou.

Standing on the balcony with a cigar in his mouth, Zhang Guobin said to the phone, "Yes, it will be done in one night."

"Don't do it for too long."

"Okay, do it in your own way, I don't worry if you handle things." Zhang Guobin hung up the phone, put away the antenna, closed the cover, and handed it over to the bodyguard beside him.

A police officer was wearing a headset and plain clothes, standing at the iron gate with his hands tied, turning his head to look at the young man in a suit on the roof, retracting his gaze with emotion and shaking his head slightly.

I don't know who Mr. Zhang called, but it must be a bloodbath outside. Fortunately, the Kowloon area has always been quiet and peaceful.

Except for a few streets, nightclubs, bars, and casinos are temporarily closed.

……

Tuen Mun.

Lao Jin walked to a waterwheel warehouse and took out the key, opened the iron door and pulled it up: "Boom."

Seven professional soldiers wearing green steel helmets, oil paint on their faces, and camouflage action uniforms were eating cup noodles with their heads down in the space between the two cars.

All seven of them had an Akha rifle hanging from their waists, one of them had the title of second lieutenant on his shoulder, and the remaining six had the title of first class soldier.

Lao Jin looked at the leader of the seven, and threw out the car key with a stern expression: "Small cotton, go on!"

"Pa-ta!" Si Mianzi held the cup noodles with one hand, raised the other hand to catch it easily, and took the car keys into his hand.

Lao Jin lowered his arms and said in a cold voice: "Can these northern Burmese be trusted? If not, the matter can be handed over to Tuen Mun Hall."

Xin Mianzai chuckled, and said in a firm tone: "These are veterans from northern Myanmar. They live in war every day. They are not from the same world as us. As long as they are given enough money, they can commit suicide by drinking bombs, let alone Be a young and Dangerous boss."

"Fight against those Xinji boys, there is no need to touch our own people." Xin Mianboy raised his paper cup with both hands, raised his head to drink the noodle soup, and sighed comfortably: "Huh!"

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said aloud: "After killing Duan Long at night, we escaped directly from Xiangjiang and returned to northern Burma. The world is so big, there is more than one Xiangjiang."

Lao Jin nodded heavily: "Okay."

"This matter is entrusted to you. Xiangjiang Yihai will always be the home of the brothers."

Ximianzai said as it should: "That's natural, hehe, I just bought a building in Xiangjiang. To be honest, life in Xiangjiang is definitely more comfortable than that of wild Linlin in the wilderness, but Yihai hides dragons. Hiding in the deep mountains and old forests in northern Myanmar!"

Six dark-skinned, broad cheekbones, and Southeast Asian-looking North Burmese senior soldiers stared blankly at Si Mianzai, who turned around and said a few words in Burmese dialect, and the six Burmese nods with a clear expression. These six people are the elite among the elite of the Pagan Army in northern Myanmar.

In addition to the usual military training, all six of them have received special forces training. The leader "Wu Yebo" has a countryman's face, a square and square nose, and is famous in the jungles of northern Myanmar. The illustrious wolf in the rainforest was besieged by the militia during a mission. He fled alone in the rainforest for [-] days and killed [-] pursuers on the way. It has been two years since he reappeared.

No way, this time, he and Yihai transferred troops back to Xiangjiang to work. The price for one person is [-] Hong Kong dollars, which is three times the price in the northern Myanmar market. , It is pure profit.

People who have no strength and no name can't apply for the job at all.

People from Xiangjiang are not worth enough to fight their lives in Xiangjiang. They can make a lot of money by going to northern Myanmar to fight their lives. People from northern Myanmar can’t make money by fighting their lives in northern Myanmar.

The killer market is really a very strange market, not only affected by currency exchange rates and economic differences, but also regional laws and political influences, and they do not do business with acquaintances.

Cotton Boy turned the car door with the car key, took off the gun and put it at his feet. A total of seven people took two cars and drove to a high-end mansion in Repulse Bay.

The brothers of the Eagle Group have been keeping a close eye on Duan Long's movements. Not surprisingly, Duan Long has been hiding in the mansion in Repulse Bay all day.

……

Hung Hom Tunnel.

A traffic policeman parked the motorcycle, turned around and gestured to pull the two speeding cars aside.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Si Mianzai took out an ID card and driver's license, and handed them to the police through the car window.

The traffic police took over the license and ID card skillfully, and looked into the car, where an Akha rifle was lying beside the driver's seat.

Two foreigners, wearing action suits, raised their Akka guns and aimed at his heart through the car door. The traffic policeman's face turned pale with fright, his heart was beating wildly, and his hand holding his ID card began to tremble, and he stopped and stretched out immediately. Hands to the walkie-talkie, no longer check the ID number with the main station.

Xi Mianzai stretched out his palm out of the window and said with a smile, "Sir, get in the car."

"No, no, isn't it good?" the traffic policeman stammered.

Xin Mianzi patted the car door, and said grandly: "What are you afraid of! Who told you that you are so lucky, if you don't get in the car, I will send you away?"

The traffic policeman swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

When Si Mianzai made a gesture, a northern Burmese soldier lowered his gun and pushed open the car door, forcing the traffic police to get into the car.

Two northern Burmese soldiers sandwiched him in the middle seat all the way, and drove for a full [-] minutes to reach the Repulse Bay Highway. The traffic policeman sat upright all the way, with his hands on his knees, neither daring to get too close to the northern Burmese, nor He dared to move his hands randomly, even the sweat on his forehead hit his crotch, and slowly made a puddle of water, and he didn't dare to speak a word.

Ximianzi drove the car to the side of Repulse Bay Highway, parked the car to let the traffic police get off the car, and couldn't help but joked: "Sir, you are so stupid! Are you scared to pee your pants?"

The traffic policeman moved away stiffly, with a forced smile from the corner of his mouth: "Haha."

The safety helmet with yellow stripes is so heavy and thick, I really want to throw it away. If I don’t wear a helmet, I won’t sweat, I won’t...

As soon as the traffic police got out of the car, his knees softened and his body almost fell off. The thin cotton boy was smoking a cigarette, and he only thought his face was funny, and said, "Go to the grass by the roadside and go north for [-] meters before running back. I'll go first." Go around in front, if you don't see you standing guard by the roadside when you come back."

"You're going to be finished." The cotton boy gave the traffic policeman a hard look, locked the door, and the two cars continued to move forward.

Zhang Guobin received a call from the Criminal Intelligence Division, frowned, and then dialed a series of numbers and said, "Ah Hao, Duan Long is no longer in Repulse Bay, and is playing golf with a ghost in the New Territories."

"Oh shit."

Xi Mianboy hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and turned around: "Go back to the New Territories!"

Two cars drove back to the intersection. A traffic policeman holding a helmet and wearing a uniform was sweating profusely. He just ran back to the side of the road. When he saw the leading car driving back, he was frightened and straightened , Standing at attention and saluting, staring ahead.

"Squeak." The car stopped hastily again, a soldier opened the door, and the traffic policeman swallowed, "You're really back, boss!"

Xin Mianboy looked up at him, then patted on the car door: "Get in the car, I'll take you home!"

The traffic policeman showed pain on his face, and struggled to pick up his helmet and get into the car obediently. The two cars continued to drive towards the New Territories, and Xin Mianboy picked up a walkie-talkie in his hand and threw it back into the back seat, saying, "Give it back to you."

The traffic policeman picked up the walkie-talkie and began to answer inquiries from the main station: "Report to the main station, report to the main station, I just went to the bathroom because of a stomachache, there is no signal in the bathroom, I am rushing to the duty station, I am rushing to the duty station, over. "

A madam's voice came: "Remember to report in advance next time you go to the bathroom."

……

New Territories.

golf course.

Duan Long carried a golf bag, nodded and bowed like a dog, and followed behind a middle-aged ghost.

The ghost has two inches long brown curly hair, a pair of eyes with black pupils, but the skin is a standard Caucasian face. Among them, there are many Caucasians with brown hair and black eyes in England. Not every Caucasian is blond and blue-eyed. handsome.

The reason why good-looking people are good-looking is because good-looking faces are rare in nature, and the ghost in front of him has an earthy look.

Duan Long chased Gui Lao and asked, "Mr. Matthew, Mr. Matthew."

"The loan His Highness promised Xinji..."

　After the wedding at noon, I came back and coded a chapter. I'm going to see my relatives off in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)