I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 594
"Uncle Seven" was sitting in the back seat, leaning slightly on the car seat, half-closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on his trouser legs, and the big brother at hand rang out: "Doo, beep, beep."

"Hello?" Uncle Qi picked up the phone, put it close to his ear, and said in a deep voice.

"Seventh Uncle, come out to play cards tonight!" An energetic voice rang out from the phone, Seventh Uncle smiled, his silver mustache was neatly trimmed, he was in his fifties, and he was well-dressed, making him look mature Charm.

"Forget it, I have an appointment with Uncle Wei and Master Ding for tea tonight, and you can feed the Brazilian turtle on the balcony when you have time."

"Got it, got it..." The voice on the other side was very impatient, Uncle Seven was old and kind, and he was kind, but he also had a nonchalant smile on his face.

"Squeak!" The car ahead of him braked to an emergency stop. Seventh Uncle hurriedly covered the phone, poked his head out and looked forward: "What's the matter?"

"Seventh Uncle, there are robbers!" The driver shouted nervously, and all the bodyguards in the five cars got out of the car, opened the trunks of the cars, and took out their weapons one after another.

Uncle Seven saw a muscular man in a white suit standing in the middle of the road with a cigar in his mouth, bowing his head and lighting his cigar contentedly.

A horse boy in a gray sweater, hood, and glasses walked out of the car with an AK in hand, raised the weapon with both hands and pulled the trigger: "Da da da, da da da."

The five boys stood in a row holding guns in both hands, pouring bullets crazily, and the bullet rain swept forward, knocking down all the bodyguards of the first car immediately.

There was still a tire chain lying on the ground, and the nails on the chain were extremely ferocious. The first car was forced to stop by a punctured tire. The gunman saw that he had come prepared, so the bodyguard called him a robber.

"Bang bang bang!" One after another the car windows were shattered, glass shards spilled on the ground, Uncle Seven lay down and hid behind the car seat.

More than a dozen bodyguards had just got their weapons and were ready to launch a counterattack to rescue the boss and leave.

Li Chenghao took off the cigar with one hand, spit out a long mouthful of white mist, and held two grenades in the other hand, bit them open with his teeth and flung them forward: "Bang!"

"boom!"

The grenade explodes when it hits the ground.

Bodyguards in suits suffered heavy losses, corpses were lying around the road, and guns were scattered.

Four-eyed Jie led a frontal attack, and the firepower pressed the opponent to lift his head. Li Chenghao released the handbrake lever of a pickup truck, took out a piece of C4 and stuck it on the door, and watched the pickup slowly slide towards the opponent along the downhill road. , Wait until the pickup truck passes by the bodyguard line and lightly press the remote control.

"Beep beep!"

"boom!"

A loud bang.

Cars and people flew into the sky with the flames.

Li Chenghao said with satisfaction: "Not bad!"

Four-eyed Jie looked back and saw that a dozen people had been easily dealt with. He opened the car door with a smile and pointed his gun inside: "Get out of the car!"

Seventh Uncle held his hands high, bent over and stepped out of the car, his eyes were a little nervous, but he remained generally calm.

He turned his head to see the chest muscles of the leader, and said, "Da Bohao?"

Li Chenghao asked in surprise, "You know my name?"

Uncle Qi swallowed and said nervously, "I've heard of it."

"No need to hear about it!" Li Chenghao grinned and said, "I'll let you see it today!"

……

Golden Gate Park.

Wu Zhaonan and Meijie each had a cigarette in their mouths, and walked forward with three subordinates. Passers-by on the way fled frantically when they saw this.

I saw Wu Zhaonan wearing a brown shirt, holding a shotgun in his hand and several magazines stuck in his waist, Meijie was wearing a black windbreaker, wearing sneakers, and carrying a submachine gun.

All three men were holding AKs, full of murderous intent.

Uncle Wei was wearing sportswear, leading a big golden retriever, and running slowly in the park. The two drivers looked relaxed and followed Uncle Wei silently.

San Francisco is the core sphere of influence of the Grand Court. The bigwigs often travel lightly when they go out. It is normal to bring one or two drivers.

Chairman Wan and Mr. Hu usually go out with three or five subordinates. If Uncle Qi hadn't just discussed business with Gui Lao and needed a man to fill the scene, he would usually go out with two drivers.

This is not negligence, nor is it overconfident, but the practice of the world.

There are dozens or even hundreds of uncles in the society, and everyone is assigned more than a dozen bodyguards. The company has to raise thousands of bodyguards alone. Thousands of professional bodyguards have to spend tens of millions of dollars a year. What? How much money does the Grand Court spend?
Only the mountain owner, the president, and the leaders of the districts who are in power will be paid by the company to support a group of professional bodyguards, and the rest will call the younger brother when they are doing business, and they will let the younger brother go to work and produce .

Brother Wu's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier. A younger brother in front of him noticed something, and turned his head to look behind him, his eyes immediately revealed a look of horror.

"Bang!" Jia Qianwu pulled the trigger.

The shotgun jerked violently.

A flower exploded in my little brother's chest.

"Uncle Wei!"

Miss Mei yelled.

Uncle Wei turned his head in astonishment and shock, and Jia Qianwu shot again: "Bang!"

Kill the remaining driver.

The golden retriever barked twice and ran over, Jia Qianwu raised his gun to aim, and the golden retriever turned around and ran behind Uncle Wei.

Jia Qianwu kicked off the driver's clothes and found that the two drivers didn't have any belts on their waists. He couldn't help apologizing: "I'm sorry bro, I'll burn some paper money for you first seven."

Sister Mei said: "Brother Hao, please go over."

……

Marina District.

a villa.

Daquan Biao showed a fierce look on his face, stuck a piece of C4 on the door, took two steps back, and pressed the remote control: "Boom!"

The iron gate flew up.

"on!"

Tiantang, Sanggou and others rushed into the gate with guns, and gunshots rang out in the villa soon. When Da Quanbiao ran into the gate, he raised a middle finger towards the corner monitor.

Master Ding was eating dinner in his room. In the blink of an eye, he saw his children and grandson being pushed into the door with a gun on his head. His eyelids jumped, and he put down his chopsticks with a livid face: "Who are you?"

"Even the people in our Great Court dare to move!"

Daquan Biao held up a Glock against his forehead, and threatened, "Daquan Gang!"

"have you heard of it?"

The three gunmen of the Three Circles Gang stood aside, their eyes glowing fiercely...

The leader of the New York area, "Ahua", was standing in the office of an underground gambling stall in the city center. Hearing gunshots from the other side of the phone, he shouted, "Uncle Wei!"

"Uncle Wei!"

"Slap!" Ahua hung up the phone, and slapped the desktop in panic: "Where is the person? Where is the person? Hurry up and report to the company, Uncle Wei was shot on the road!"

A group of younger brothers rushed into the office, and the first one said in surprise: "Brother Hua, who dared to shoot the uncle of the Grand Court in San Francisco? Could it be that Uncle Wei committed something?"

Ahua's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that what the younger brother said was very reasonable: "Uncle Wei has no real power, and there is only a fund company left. No one can do anything to him!"

"Could it be something happened!" Ahua became more and more afraid when he thought about it, he touched the cigarette case, lit a cigarette and said, "Help me prepare the car, I'm going to the pier!"

The younger brothers looked at each other and realized that the matter was not simple, but they all nodded and followed the instructions.

In a long corridor of an apartment, Ma Wang and Yuan Bao hid at the entrance of a staircase, raised their guns and shot wildly towards the opposite side, a shuttle of bullets poured forward for free.

Another group of people hid at the door of the room, holding submachine guns, shooting back from time to time, overwhelming Ma Wang and others, and the firepower was not bad at all.

Since the American-style buildings are dozens of stories high, there is no chance of jumping out of windows or climbing water pipes in the Xiangjiang Market Building, unless there is a helicopter rescue.

But Ma Wang shouted anxiously: "Yuan Bao, go up!"

"The police will come later!"

Yuan Bao scolded: "Damn, he has a submachine gun hidden in his house, how do you want me to use it!"

"Da da da."

Another string of bullets opened, a piece of wall cut Yuan Bao's cheek, and Yuan Bao immediately cursed: "Fuck you!"

He seemed to recall the years when he was surrounded by bullets in the jungle of Burma, and he ruthlessly shouted, "Throw a smoke bomb and cover me!"

Ma Wang took out a smoke bomb from his waist, pulled the fuse, and threw it forward.

"boom!"

A white light flashed.

It turned out to be a flash bomb!

Fortunately, the sky is getting late, the effect of the flash bomb is outstanding, and the 200 decibel noise also makes the target fall into the "shock" effect.

Holding the rifle, Yuan Bao quickly rushed out along the wall, rushed to the door of the room in ten seconds, leaned against the wall and poked the muzzle of the gun into the door: "Da da da, da da."

There was a scream from inside the door.

Immediately, Ma Wang rushed forward with his men, and two more gunmen rushed out of the door, Ma Wang raised his gun and took them all away.

Yuan Bao turned over and entered the door, and scanned the messy house with a gun. A wardrobe on the wall suddenly fell down, knocking Yuan Bao to the ground.

As soon as Ma Wang entered the door, someone strangled his neck with a rope. The brothers raised their guns and saw that it was the goal of this trip, the San Francisco drug house "Matao".

At this time, Ma Tao was vicious, his veins bulged, he grabbed the rope tightly with both hands, and shouted: "Shoot! Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

Ma Wang got his hands stuck in the rope, blushed, stuck out his tongue, and struggled with all his strength. The gunmen held up their guns and dared not move rashly. The company in front of them was the bottom line, and their lives were much more valuable.

Taking advantage of Ma Tao's negligence, Ma Wang raised his right leg and slammed it into the knee behind him. Ma Tao felt his right leg was numb. Ma Jing was hit by someone, and his hands loosened inadvertently. Ma Wang turned around and elbowed Knocked Ma Tao down: "Kill him!"

"Da da da."

A gunshot rang out.

Ma Wang sneered: "This trick makes the old horse stop kicking its hooves!"

In fact, it is to recruit a donkey to kick its legs.

"Ma Wang, I told you to throw a smoke bomb, why are you throwing a flash bomb!" At this time Yuan Bao climbed out of the cabinet and said with a distressed face.

Ma Wang coughed twice, embarrassedly said: "I'm sorry Brother Yuan Bao, see clearly next time before throwing it away!"

"no more chance!"

Seeing that the target person was dead, Yuan Bao didn't say anything else, anyway, it was a small character, one more is not too much, one less is not much, the end is the same.

In the Binhai area, there is a chair on top of a sea cliff, and two large trucks are parked on the left and right sides. Cars drive back one after another, and the people who bring them back are all tied up and put into the first truck compartment with terrified faces. inside.

Life is always going from one box to another.

The second large truck is a refrigerated truck for frozen pork.

Li Chenghao was wearing a suit, holding a chair with his right hand, behind him was the vast ocean, and the waves were rolling: "Bring that one up for trial first."

"Brother Hao, it's packed right away, do you still need a review?" Datou Kun patted the cold storage truck coming, and said triumphantly.

Li Chenghao shook his head: "Let's have a trial, maybe we can find something!"

He was mainly afraid that Grandpa would lie to him and ask him to do something bad. After all, there were rumors in the world that Grandpa was old and smart, not as sincere as Binge, so he had to be on guard.

(End of this chapter)