I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 708 Classic Photo
Ye Jihuan swung the rifle to his shoulder, knelt down and pinched the hostage's chin, snapped a tongue, and teased, "Do you know what to do?"

"Second Master Li."

Li Shaokai looked at his elder brother, then turned his gaze back, and obediently called out, "Brother Huan!"

"Hahaha!"

The bandits burst into laughter.

Ye Jihuan slapped Li Shaokai to the ground with a slap: "It's time to raise a ransom!"

"If you want your eldest brother to live, raise a ransom of [-] billion, old banknotes without consecutive numbers, and wait for my call tomorrow." Ye Jihuan stood up, condescending, with fierce eyes.

Li Shaokai sat on the ground, his face full of shock: "Two, two billion?"

"go!"

"Please, Young Master Li, go eat seafood!" Ye Jihuan turned around and shouted, leading his brothers to leave Li's mansion swaggeringly, while two of his subordinates left holding the hostages.

Li Shaoju looked back at his brother before going out.

Two brothers.

Tie one and stay one.

……

In the Changshi Building, Zhang Zihao had just led people to repel the security forces. He came to the stairs and planned to climb the stairs, and occupied the entire building with armed forces.

"Ding!"

A reminder sounded from the elevator door, and the two doors slowly opened. Li Jiacheng's figure in a suit appeared first, and walked out of the elevator slowly with stiff steps.

A man wearing a black hood held a gun to the back of Boss Li's head, and stepped out of the elevator step by step.

Zhang Zihao looked back and saw the two people walking out of the elevator, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he asked loudly, "Brother, what's your name?"

"From Sanshui, Ji Bingxiong, just call me Axiong." Ji Bingxiong grabbed the target's collar with his left arm, leaned his elbow on the shoulder in front of him, held the gun in his right hand, tapped the trigger lightly, and his eyes were firm and powerful.

"Ding!"

Another elevator opened again.

Five gangsters, wearing black gloves and holding guns in one hand, appeared sideways in the elevator car, where three bodies of bodyguards were lying down.

One of the thugs was shot in the right arm and turned his head to look forward.

Zhang Zihao raised his hand, and the brothers lowered their guns slowly, negotiating with the person in front of them: "Brother Xiong's name is like a thunderbolt, and the top ten gangsters in the big circle!"

"Now that the person is in your hands, how to divide it is up to you!"

Starting from Sha Lizai in the early 80s, among the thugs of the Daquan Gang, they were successively known as the top ten gangsters according to the amount of crimes committed and their reputation in the world.

Among them, Sha Lizai is the head of the top ten bandits, but has been shot dead by the police, Ji Bingxiong is at the end of the top ten bandits, and Ye Jihuan is actually one of the top ten bandits.

But compared with the three kings of thieves, the top ten bandits are really nothing, Ji Bingxiong didn't take it seriously, and replied indifferently: "It's just a false name."

"After today, the top ten gangsters are nothing. Since the brothers are all out to work hard today, no one will be reconciled if they don't get any money!"

"Fifty-five cents for the ransom!"

Zhang Zihao immediately threw the gun in his hand, and strode towards the door of the building: "No problem, two billion ransom, one billion, and the rest!"

Ji Bingxiong's eyes lit up, and he looked at him with admiration: "Good price!"

In fact, he himself planned to ask for a ransom of [-] million, one person alone would get [-] million, and the remaining [-] million would be divided into [-] million each, since Zhang Zihao dared to ask for [-] billion.

That's even better!
Zhang Zihao absolutely refused to take a penny less. As for the extra money, let Boss Li continue to pay.

Who told you to be arrested by a group of people again!

The price of buying two lives is always higher than buying one.

Zhang Zihao threw two melons and threw them behind the vehicles on the street: "Bang!"

"boom!"

The traffic police and military uniforms that had just been organized on the street immediately retreated quickly, and the defense line composed of .[-] and reflective vests really collapsed at the first touch.

Two gangs of thugs held guns and hoods, took hostages, walked on the street swaggeringly, and fired at the police from time to time.

The police's firepower was insufficient to rescue people, and they could barely maintain order at the scene. In a tea restaurant, the reporter took pictures of Li Jiacheng being kidnapped and taken away.

This photo has become an indelible classic in the history of Xiangjiang. It is the spark generated when money and bullets collide, and the echo of the devil roaring in hell.

ten minutes later.

On Queen's Road, in the middle of the traffic, the stormtroopers got out of the car with guns and helmets, and began to block the vehicles of the bandits, because the two groups of bandits merged.

The gangsters were twice as powerful, but their targets were also much more obvious. They exchanged fire with the police at the traffic arteries, and soon fell into a disadvantage, leaving behind two corpses.

Without hesitation, Ji Bingxiong abandoned his car and walked, took the hostages across the entire road, and plunged into the busy shopping mall to escape.

Zhang Zihao led others to follow but was bitten by a group of policemen. When the brothers were about to have no way out, he patted his shoulders: "Go up and open the way!"

A Xun quickly took off his shirt jacket, opened his arms, and walked forward boldly: "Sirs, don't move around, I don't know if there will be a firework."

"Stop attacking!"

"The criminal has dangerous items on him, evacuate the crowd quickly, and speak up!" The chief inspector of the stormtrooper waved his hands again and again, and ordered hastily.

Several police officers responded loudly: "Yes, sir!"

"Urgently evacuate the crowd, report to the superior, and prepare to negotiate with the criminal."

A Xun was wearing a twisted vest and stood [-] meters in front of the police line. He was immediately dissuaded by the police with their guns raised, but A Xun had no choice but to go forward for his brother.

Fifteen meters... ten meters...

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, and the police officers held their breath, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, and continued to warn loudly.

There is no death penalty in Xiangjiang. It is no big deal to be arrested by the police for the brother alone against the police.

Brother Hao will definitely send his share of the money to his family, and the family will still be rich!

The medical treatment and food in Stanley are also good, and you may be able to escape from prison in the future.

Money can make a turtle turn a millstone.

Everything was planned anyway, and the detonators were all fake.

"come!"

"Come on, bad guy, Dan San!" A Xun stood in front of dozens of police guns, his chest was short of breath, his spirit was tense, and he was roaring and clamoring like crazy!
Liang Hui and Yang Jiguang among the gangsters had already quietly detoured and were about to exit the police encirclement, but Zhang Zihao took out a remote control before leaving.

"Beep beep!"

"Beep beep!"

A Xun felt auditory hallucinations in his ears, and instinctively lowered his head to look at the vest, but he could only see a fire in his eyes, and then he felt his body lift off the ground, and his head flew higher and higher...

"Lie down!"

All the police officers at the scene fell to the ground, buried their heads firmly, and the eardrums were filled with sharp sound waves. The world seemed to be silenced, and only the pain brought reality to people.

Liang Hui turned his head sharply, dumbstruck, and shouted loudly: "Brother Hao, isn't the bulletproof vest fake!"

Zhang Zihao didn't even look back, he patted him on the shoulder and ran forward, saying: "[-]% more, are you qualified to control the truth!"

"If you don't have enough seeds, you still want to share the money?"

……

Repulse Bay, Li's mansion, the messy garden, the vegetation is no longer as beautiful as yesterday, only crooked, broken branches and leaves are left.

Two Flying Tigers helicopters were parked in the garden. Twelve Flying Tigers in action uniforms and armed with live ammunition were guarding the door. More than [-] police officers from the forensic department and serious crime team were all over the villa, collecting evidence and shell casings. An ambulance transports the wounded.

Brother Yi’s car stopped at the entrance of the villa. The chief of police, wearing a uniform, got out of the car and entered the villa. His footsteps were hurried and his face was serious.

"Cai sir!"

"Sir!"

Cai Jinping came to the lobby of the villa without saying a word, looked at the young man on the sofa, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, and stepped forward to comfort him: "Akai, don't be sad, the police will do their best to help you."

Li Shaokai sat on the chair in a daze, murmured and thanked: "Thank you, Uncle Cai."

Cai Jinping said: "During this time, the police force will protect your safety 24 hours a day. I have already transferred the VIP protection team. If you feel that there are not enough staff, you can speak at any time."

"Okay, Uncle Cai." Li Shaokai said dryly, "Is there any news about my father?"

Cai Jinping sighed, put his hands on the young man's shoulders, and said encouragingly, "Akai, you are the only one left in the Li family."

"You must cheer up!"

Li Shaokai hurriedly held Cai Jinping's hand: "What should I do now, Uncle Cai!"

Cai Jinping shook his head: "Raise the ransom first, exchange Shaoju, and then wait for another group of kidnappers to make an offer. The police will try their best to rescue all the hostages, but for safety's sake, try to be prepared."

Li Shaokai swallowed: "Two billion..."

Cai Jinping sighed: "No matter how much you have to raise, if you don't raise money, there will be no opportunities."

Cai Jinping seemed to see the expectation in Li Shaokai's eyes, so he had to interrupt his thoughts: "Don't think about making peace, there are no conditions for making peace with those people."

"Now, there is no chance..."

"Oh." Li Shaokai sighed, got up and brought a mobile phone, and said aloud: "I will contact the fund manager at home first, and then contact the uncles on the board of directors..."

"Be quick."

Hutchison Building.

Zhang Guobin threw a street photo onto the table, and said lightly: "I don't know how to live or die!"

"I have handed over the matter of the criminal to Sir Cai of the police force. Sir Cai is an expert in handling emergencies. He understands what I mean, and he will have a sense of propriety. He will ask my brothers to stop the gangsters."

Li Chenghao nodded: "We, Yihai, are a demonstration enterprise of police-civilian cooperation. Of course, we will respect the wishes of the sirs. I am very relieved to have Sir Cai handle the matter!"

Zhang Guobin shook his office chair lightly, weighed his weight and said, "Help me ask Boss Liu, Boss Li, Boss Guo, and Boss Zheng to have dinner together."

"Tell them that there is a big meal to eat!"

Li Chenghao understood: "I will make an appointment for you right away, Brother Bin!"

Kowloon.

In a private house, Ji Bingxiong sat on an iron cage, holding a phone in his hand, and said aloud, "Young Master Li, can you get two billion together?"

Li Shaokai wanted to cry without tears and shouted: "Another two billion?"

"What do you mean again!"

Ji Bingxiong stepped on the iron cage with one foot, smoking a cigarette with his right hand: "I will give you twenty-four hours to prepare the money, and I will send someone to pick it up tomorrow, remember!"

"If you don't have any money, I'll personally send the person back to you, it's cool!"

Li Shaokai swallowed his saliva: "Beep...beep..."

A blind tone came from the microphone.

Ji Bingxiong jumped off the iron cage, but one of his men came forward with a dog bowl.

"Beep beep."

The phone rang again.

"Brother Hao!"

Ji Bingxiong sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said indifferently.

Zhang Zihao asked aloud, "Is the person still in your hands?"

(End of this chapter)