I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 593 Welcome Brother Hao
In the warehouse, Li Chenghao picked up an AK, pulled the handle of the gun, nodded contentedly and said, "Not bad!"

The younger brother smiled and said: "Brother Hao, these batches are all of top quality. Last time you pulled them over from Jifu by boat."

"Huh?" Li Chenghao's eyes lit up, he threw the gun aside, and the younger brother hugged him quickly.

"The batch of RPGs that Mao Zi sent last time, I remember a few tubes left in North America."

The younger brother scratched his head: "RPGs are consumed too quickly in North America. Those few have been taken away by people from Los Angeles and Texas. I have to look for them."

"Find it quickly, find it quickly." Li Chenghao urged for a while, and he found an Italian M9, 9mm pistol in a box.

"What kind of guy is this? It looks very powerful. Xiangjiang has never seen it before!" Li Chenghao pulled the barrel of the gun, heard the clean echo of the spring, and pulled the trigger again, satisfied with the sound of the firing pin.

Kuguan gave a thumbs up to the side: "Brother Hao, good eyesight! This is an American-made M9 pistol, developed by the Italian Beretta Company in 1983, and it was only equipped with American officers in 85. This gun is superior in its simple mechanism, mechanical Reliable, the 15-round load is great for robbery."

"Of course, this gun has been out for less than three years, and it will basically never appear on the market. If a black brother hadn't broken into a house and robbed an officer in service last time, this gun would not have fallen into our hands."

"Hey hey hey."

Li Chenghao laughed twice: "New product, good guy, I haven't tried it yet, just try a gun tonight."

He pushed back the hem of his white suit, and silently inserted the gun into the waistband of his trousers.

The storekeeper bent down and took three magazines for him, and offered them with both hands: "Brother Hao, you put this away."

"Thank you, come to Xiangjiang and I'll treat you to a massage." Li Chenghao unceremoniously put away the magazine, put it in his pocket, and put it on the warehouse manager's shoulder.

The younger brother rummaged through boxes and cabinets in front of him, brought out a bag, and said apologetically, "Sorry, Brother Hao, RPG is too tight."

"Nothing."

"what!"

Li Chenghao narrowed his eyes and muttered, "It's hard for me to do this. Do you want tanks, planes, or RPGs? Then let me play with bare hands!"

After becoming a boss, boxing has completely become an entertainment item. If you really want to do things, you must have a strong firepower.

The little brother bowed deeply, and handed over the bag with an apologetic face: "Here is a new batch of C4 bombs that have been put into storage, and they were detonated by remote control. Can you take one of them?"

Li Chenghao snatched the bag, still dissatisfied: "Such a bag is hard to hold!"

"I didn't say that there are a lot of people over there, and this matter was personally explained by Grandpa. The people who handle the matter are all bosses, so you just use these to fool the boss?"

The younger brother gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said, "There are still a batch of bulletproof vests in the warehouse, take them all!"

The storekeeper’s face was pale. What C4 explosives and M9 pistols are expensive, but there are many substitutes of the same level in the warehouse, but the American military body armor is one less, and it is very difficult to purchase. As long as you have money in North America, What gun can't get it?
However, North America's control of military body armor, smoke bombs, flash bombs and other tactical equipment can be regarded as domestic gun control. Power but lack of defense, so that the weaponry of the police is always higher than that of the civil society.

Of course, military bulletproof vests are very difficult to obtain all over the world, and their expensive value is beyond the reach of the Jianghu society. Generally, the Jianghu boys have a bloody life, but they have no chance to touch the bulletproof vest.

However, Li Chenghao was very interested, and he went forward with the bag and asked, "Where is the bulletproof vest?"

"The fourth row in the sixth district." The younger brother said.

Li Chenghao strode forward and ordered: "Bring a shopping bag."

"Oh oh oh!"

The younger brother found a black cloth bag at the door, and hurriedly followed.

Li Chenghao quickly found the place where the body armor was placed in the warehouse, touched the body armor in the bag with his hand, and immediately felt very satisfied.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"Okay!" Brother Hao repeated three times, and said excitedly: "Put all the body armor here in the car for me, and also pack the flash bombs, smoke bombs, and grenades in two boxes next to it. There are too many people on the other side. I'm afraid I won't be able to beat it!"

The warehouse clerk trembled his lips: "Hao, Brother Hao, didn't you talk about twenty or so people?"

"There are more than forty pieces of body armor here."

Li Chenghao stared, and scolded in a hot temper: "Fuck you, you can't wear one and have another!"

"Don't talk nonsense with me, I put everything I want in the car, and if there is one less thing, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."

The storekeeper swallowed, and hurriedly changed his words: "Yes!"

"To fight hard, you need two bulletproof vests for one person! Come, load Brother Hao!" The warehouse clerk picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it, and the younger brother in the room went out to unload the goods and make a registration.

Some people can't afford to be offended, so they can only accept it.

Half an hour later, a red Wrangler stopped at the door. The rear compartment was filled with all kinds of munitions, and the munitions were covered with a layer of black plastic film.

Seeing that Brother Hao seemed to be very interested in the Wrangler, the warehouse clerk quickly said, "Brother Hao, the new car that rolled off the assembly line in 86 is specially prepared for you."

"Sensible, very sensible!" Li Chenghao nodded again and again. He took out a check in the inner pocket of his suit, opened the Hong Kong dollar, wrote a series of numbers, signed it, tore off the check and handed it to the warehouse clerk: "Take Go make your brothers happy."

"Brother Hao, is that much?" The warehouse clerk stared straight at the three hundred thousand dollars, but Li Chenghao waved his hands and boarded the car indifferently: "Remember to come to Xiangjiang to play when you have time!"

"Goodbye, Brother Hao!"

"Welcome to come again next time!!!" The warehouse clerk bowed to the younger brothers and gave gifts together. When the younger brothers saw the boss driving away, they came forward: "Uncle Weng, Uncle Weng, how do you divide the money?"

Uncle Weng coughed twice, put the check into his arms and said, "Master Chai asked Brother Hao to choose the guy. Originally, we shouldn't accept Brother Hao's money. Since Brother Hao is so generous, I decided to use [-] US dollars to pay for it." Buying stocks and paying dividends in the future counts as the active fund of our department.”

At first I thought Brother Hao was here to rob the arsenal, but unexpectedly, Brother Hao came to do charity!

The arms belonged to the club, but the rewards belonged to him. Some people began to think that Brother Hao was a grandson who entered the Dragon Palace, but now they all think that Brother Hao is a big boss.

Li Chenghao drove the Wrangler, humming a ditty all the way, back to the garage of a hotel in Chinatown.

"Go and call Yuanbao, Mawang, and Brother Wu!" He walked into the room with a cigar in his mouth and said, Four-eyed Jie immediately agreed, and ten minutes later, all the big bosses gathered in Brother Hao's room in the room.

Brother Hao crossed his legs and put his hands on the back of the sofa chair. Da Ma Jindao sat in the middle of the living room, holding a cigar in his hand and preaching: "I plan to divide the people into several groups, and everyone will work separately. First, I will bring a few people Go and tie up 'Uncle Seven', Brother Wu brings a few people to tie up 'Uncle Wei', Brother Biao takes a few people to tie up 'Master Ding', first get rid of the three uncles, and the matter is more than half done. "

"Call again in the name of the three uncles, call all those little characters to the beach, and send them on the road together. If someone wants to run away, how about sending brothers to deal with them?"

This plan is not very shrewd, but it is comprehensive enough. Killing people is not a delicate job in itself, and it can be done well.

The most important thing is that Li Chenghao has the intelligence support of the Grand Court, and the source of information is very fast. Although Heichai did not provide a single soldier, the most important weapons and information are crushing.

There are fifty-three people here, counting the bodyguards and horse boys. There is not a big difference in the number of the opponents, and the concentration of troops can even form a numerical advantage.

Wu Zhaonan was sitting on a chair, wearing a suit, and raised his thick eyebrows: "This kind of thing should be done sooner rather than later, sooner rather than later, if you decide to do it, I think you have to do it right away."

Li Chenghao nodded slightly: "I'll take you to pick up the guys first, and we'll set off at seven o'clock in the evening. If it's too early, everyone will still be in the company, and there will be more people around."

"it is good!"

The bigwigs hurriedly agreed.

The garage door opened, and everyone was smoking cigarettes, wearing suits, jackets, and shirts, and looked inside fiercely. The Wranglers were really liked by the bosses, and many people planned to transport a few back to Xiangjiang.

Li Chenghao opened the tailgate, lifted the plastic film, and pulled out a machete.

"Brother Hao!"

Someone was startled.

Shouldn't you use a knife to do things?
However, Li Chenghao pried open a green wooden box with a knife, took out the box and put it at his feet, with grenades neatly placed inside.

Immediately afterwards, more and more wooden boxes were dragged out of the car, including AK, C4, smoke bombs, Browning, submachine guns, and body armor.

A group of bigwigs stared straight at the sight of the body armor.

Adhering to the principle of first-served, first-served, many people began to choose weapons and arm themselves early on. Seeing everyone's active preparations, Li Chenghao nodded contentedly: "There are all the bulletproof vests in the warehouse of the Great Court, and there are only four in total. More than a dozen pieces, the big bottoms will pick first, and then the bodyguards will continue to pick, if there are a dozen or so pieces missing, I can only wrong the brothers behind to carry a shield."

He stomped on the blast shield next to his feet.

The big bottoms all smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's safe to carry a shield..."

Ma Wang took off his suit jacket, hung his body armor over his shirt, picked up an armed belt and tied it up, hung up a grenade, a pistol, and picked up an AK.

One after another, the bosses got ready, and Li Chenghao took out the headset from his backpack and put it on Ma Wang's ear: "Use this connection when you are in action, and use it for long-distance calls."

Ma Wang touched the headset a little unaccustomed, and muttered, "Why are you acting like a messenger?"

Li Chenghao taught him a lesson: "Do as the Romans do!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the bosses had lunch in advance, went downstairs and boarded the car in groups of three and four, and drove to different destinations, quite a feeling of returning to old business.

Financial Street, Fuguo Building.

A Chinese man in a gray suit with gray temples and a good temperament walked out of the gate of the building, followed by two rows of younger boys, and boarded a convoy.

(End of this chapter)