I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 521 Battlefield!

"Lord Bingshan!"

At this time Zhang Guobin raised his hands, folded his palms together, stood up and bowed, and said: "The matter of Zhong Xinyi's vain attempt to reconvene the party meeting in Hongmen, Taiwan has been settled, and Ke Shoucheng, who is sitting in Zhongyixin, came to the North American main hall to plead guilty. "

Daji, Aqiu and his group looked at his gentle and well-dressed appearance, and couldn't help but sneer at the corners of his mouth. What kind of big-tailed wolf do people in the world pretend to be?
Make costume dramas!
Wan Tanyuan found it very interesting, and asked, "Ke Shoucheng came with you?"

Zhang Guobin nodded lightly: "Yes!"

Wan Tanyuan nodded: "Okay, the council is over and invited him to drink tea together."

He picked up the teacup, lifted the lid, and lightly brewed the tea soup.

Zhang Guobin said again: "Lord Bingshan, the director of the Dagongtang was wanted by the police during the Taipei incident and was temporarily detained on Green Island. The Taipei Hongmen Brotherhood tried its best to rescue him."

Wan Tanyuan drank a sip of tea and laughed loudly: "Okay, all the directors here are aware of what Dou Kui did in Taipei, and they shot at brothers and sisters."

"Humph!"

"This kind of person has a name that is not worthy of carrying the Grand Court, Uncle Sun."

The uncle of the punishment hall sat upright on the chair, clasped his fists and shouted: "Lord of the mountain!"

"Pass down my order, the double-bonus red-stick fighting chief in the Grand Palace will fight brothers and sisters, fight in the same room, violate my Hongmen oath, kick out of the gate of the Grand Palace, pick off his Hongying, pull out his ten fingers, and severely punish him!"

Wan Tanyuan put away the tea exhibition, his expression changed.

With a pair of eyebrows raised coldly, the tiger's prestige is still there, and some people who commit taboos will be punished as soon as they say it.

"Yes!"

The master of the punishment hall respectfully accepted the order.

The directors of the Great Court all know that Dou Kui's future is ruined, and Yu Sheng has no chance to rise again in Chinatown.

Because of the Chinese who were expelled from the mountain gate by the Grand Palace, no one in the world will accept the Hongmen name, and it is even more difficult in the North American rivers and lakes.

Fortunately, he has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has some money and properties. It is OK to be a rich man if he doesn't mix in the rivers and lakes.

Zhang Guobin knew that pulling out ten fingers means pulling out the nails of ten fingers, not really pulling out all ten fingers, it is a punitive punishment.

He felt that this was the style of the Hongmen Mountain Master. With one sentence, he could strip the status of the leader of the first district, and teach him a lesson by the way!
It was the first time for Heichai to see President Wan punishing his fellow disciples in public, and he immediately felt relieved, thinking that it was President Wan who supported A Bin's position.

Daji, Aqiu, and Uncle's heart tightened suddenly, and they noticed the serious and murderous aura gradually filling the hall.

President Wan has always ruled the sect with benevolence and righteousness. Unless it is a last resort, he seldom punishes his fellow sect brothers, especially when he is old, infirm, and suffering from illnesses. Open one eye and close one eye.

In the past, it was impossible for Dou Kui to be punished by the prison hall for what he did in Taipei, let alone be directly expelled from the mountain gate.

President Wan's aura today is just like when he was young, he was like a gold and iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, taking life and death, others dare not be good at it!
As if telling everyone.

That Wan Tanyuan, who had just ascended to the great position, held great power, and commanded millions of Chinese in the Grand Court, never left!

Every moment he sits on the black dragon-headed chair of the Hongmen Mountain Master, and every moment he speaks his mind, he is the Hongmen Mountain Master who is in charge of life and death!

Like Dou Kui, the fifty people present are all directors of the Grand Court. If you can pull out Dou Kui's ten fingers with one sentence, you can pull out the heads of everyone with one sentence!
Führer Bai clenched his fists even more violently, his heartstrings tensed.

Quietly hid his fist under the table, the words "fraternal brotherhood, brotherhood" just stuck into his mind like a needle, is it "a warning" or "killing chickens to scare monkeys"?
Is it purely Liwei's words, or has the matter already been brought to light?
The crime of mobilizing troops to force the palace to seize the position of the mountain lord is no longer as simple as pulling out ten fingers. There is no turning back for such a major event. Once you decide to do it, you must do it to the end!

"Call..."

Führer Bai let out a deep breath, and his expression returned to normal. Daji, A Qiu and the others were a little restless, and frequently exchanged glances in private.

Everyone began to notice that the gunmen who usually guarded the restaurant had withdrawn, and the council meeting was about the election of the Mountain Lord, safety must be the top priority, there were no gunmen in the restaurant, in other words, it was possible to transfer people to other places.

Heichai was sitting on a chair, holding a pocket watch in his hand, ticking, ticking, staring intently at the beating of the second hand.

Wan Tanyuan supported the teacup with his right hand and said, "Abin, Uncle Bai, do you want to speak?"

"If you don't need it, just vote directly!"

Zhang Guobin shook his head: "No need!"

The head of state showed disdain on his face: "How can the position of the leader of Hongmen Mountain be won by a few words of tongue?"

"Since you don't need it, just vote directly!"

Wan Tanyuan closed his eyes.

The head of state tapped the table with his white fingers: "Da da da."

These few crisp knocking sounds seemed to have an echo, which was rapidly amplified in the hall of the venue, and the next round was the sound of rapid, powerful, fierce and fierce shooting.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

Rifles, submachine guns, light machine guns, all kinds of gunfire erupted on the streets.

In Chinatown, Chinese restaurant owners, illegal laborers, tourists, street vendors, a large group of people screamed and fled to the bunker in all directions.

During this period, many Chinese fell under gunpoint, many were taken away by a string of bullets, and the whole street suddenly became a real battlefield.

More than a hundred mercenaries composed of ghosts poured out of several restaurants and bars, immediately occupied both sides of the street, and began to advance step by step.

The team from the Colombian gang has a very complex composition of people, black, white, Indian and even Japanese. The only thing in common is that there are no Chinese.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

They will not be soft when they do things, but anyone who dares to stop the breakthrough target will be wiped out together, regardless of whether they are innocent or not.

More than [-] members of the Grand Council armed with pistols and submachine guns immediately began to resist along the street. In the rain of bullets, sawdust splashed, signboards were smashed, light boards shattered, and the sound of glass exploding could be heard endlessly.

Rows of potholes were punched along several walls. More than a dozen Californian police cars arrived at the entrance of Chinatown. The police officers were fully armed and loaded with live ammunition. They pushed the door and got out of the car. Seeing the scene of a battlefield in Chinatown, they all stopped at the entrance to guard. Still keep calling for support.

There are almost no white Americans who were actually injured at the scene, so the motivation of the California police to enforce the law is very low.The Great Court is a powerful trade union group. It is very reasonable to have conflicts when powers alternate. The police officers are responsible for cleaning the ground.

According to the rules, the signboard of Chinatown is the boundary, and the things inside are ignored!
The Colombian mercenaries drove straight in, breaking through the distance of [-] meters in a moment of confrontation with the Grand Council. In fact, the restaurants and bars where the mercenaries were hiding were less than [-] meters away from the Chinese Restaurant. Once they broke through, they would be left with more than [-] meters , Immediately complete military control over the members of the Great Court in the restaurant.

The number of gunmen in the Grand Court is larger than that of foreign mercenaries, but there is a certain gap in equipment, training, and military quality with foreign mercenaries.

This is not because the cousins ​​of the Grand Duke are not doing their best, nor is it because the quality of the gunmen in the main hall is uneven, but because of the objective gap in the different ability positioning of subordinates.

If mercenaries are compared to the army, the position of Grand Duke Cousins ​​is more like that of the police, responsible for maintaining the internal stability of the group, protecting the safety of the bosses, and protecting the territory, but they are not good at combat operations of the establishment.

The only way to break through the security measures of the Zhonghua Restaurant is a military storm. The military storm happened in Chinatown, which shows that the planners are very familiar with Chinatown and the entire Great Court.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da."

Just as the Great Court left more than [-] brothers in a row and quickly fell into a rout, a burst of fierce fire support arrived, and the powerful firepower network immediately restrained the ghost from moving forward.

A group of fast-moving soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying AKs arrived at the battlefield. A hundred soldiers took advantage of the terrain on the way to set up a simple position, and immediately plunged into the battlefield like a nail.

One hundred people continued to fight in squads, with all kinds of weapons and equipment. The Colombian mercenaries lost more than [-] people in the first attack. The high casualty rate made the mercenaries dare not break through by force.

A nigger took off his backpack, opened the zipper, and took out a tube of fireworks. Immediately, another nigger stepped forward to cooperate, and a firework rushed out of the tube in a blink of an eye.

"call out!"

The screeching sound pierced the sky, and the police were dumbfounded.

"boom!"

The fireworks scattered, and the gate of a noodle shop disappeared in the fireworks. Under the pile of rubble, there were faintly visible stumps and broken arms, and the road was immediately opened.

The nigger grinned and showed his white teeth. On the white T-shirt on his upper body, there was a promotional photo of the Colombian Drug Enforcement Administration, but he sniffed.

A brother from northern Myanmar patted the shoulder of the same sect in the Grand Court: "Brother, leave the position to us!"

"Go and save the injured compatriots on the street!"

The fellow was ashamed, covered in gunpowder smoke, and was shooting with a gun in both hands, shouting loudly: "Brother, which parish?"

"Black hair, black eyes! Yellow skin, descendants of Chinese people!" The three brothers raised their guns and fired wildly, shouting in response.

A brother instinctively pushed the same door away, and his right palm was smashed immediately. With a scream, he shouted: "Go save your compatriots!!!"

The members of the Grand Court swallowed their saliva, and the two teams began to split up. Chinatown is the territory of the descendants of Yan and Huang, so don't feel bad if the ghosts smash it!
They are different!
Every plant, tree, brick, and tile in Chinatown, every brother...

They are all heartbroken!
My heart hurts like a knife!

Ji Bazi hid in the corner, removed the magazine, and stammered: "Yiyi, Yihai Hidden Dragon!"

"Boom!"

At this time, a big guy with two tracks was driving towards the street, followed by fifty soldiers from the guard battalion who were ready to go and had high morale.

Made in Soviet Union—T72 toy car!
Everyone: Dabohao!

Yin Zhi sat in the car to control the launcher, carefully corrected the angle, and looked at Gui Lao who was carrying the fireworks tube again in the scope.

"emission!"

He fired the breech.

"boom!"

The whole toy car suddenly shook violently.

Chinatown reverberates with a bang.

The ground within ten meters was shaking.

The ghost's firework tube is like bumping into the big daddy, it can't show any power, and there are only human body parts left.

"Fuck you, commit my fellow disciples, overwhelmed by firepower, ghost, give me another shot!"

　This chapter is scheduled for tomorrow morning. I'm afraid that it won't pass the review, so I'll try sending it out first, and then I'll talk about any deletions or changes.

　　
　
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