I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 711 Hero?

A police officer was wearing a shirt and drove a speedboat to the high seas with a boat full of cash. He drove the boat with one hand, and the intercom in his hand made sounds from time to time.

"Rumble..."

The speedboat finally stopped on a piece of sea.

A speedboat sailed in the opposite direction. There were three figures standing on the speedboat, each with an AK hanging on their shoulders. Seeing the speedboat full of sacks, their eyes were full of excitement and madness.

Ye Jihuan slowed down the speed of the speedboat, slowly approached the police speedboat, pressed the muzzle of the gun raised by his brother with his hand, and said: "The visitor is a guest."

"Don't point a gun at anyone."

The waves are calming down little by little, there are no planes in the sky, no police boats at sea, the wind is calm and the sun is shining brightly.

Ye Jixian lowered the rifle in his hand, and shouted cheerfully: "Get some money on board!"

He and Ye Jiyu jumped onto the speedboat, opened a sack, took out the Hong Kong banknotes inside, and scanned it with an infrared device, and the device was quiet.

His eyes were very happy.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Bags of cash were thrown onto the speedboat and piled up at the tail of the speedboat. Every time a bag was opened, it would be scanned with an instrument, and at the same time, it would be checked whether there was any paper mixed.

Facing the madness of the robbers, the plainclothes policeman had calm eyes and only said in a flat tone: "I came here with sincerity, what about people?"

Ye Jihuan stepped forward and distributed a cigarette, took out the lighter, covered his hands and lit it for the police officer, then took the lighter back, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Don't worry, everyone works and gets paid. It's just that you don't play tricks, and I don't know how to play tricks. When we take the money away, there will be a boat to give it away."

"Huh." He exhaled smoke on the sea, spread his hands and said, "I have to do some protection."

Man and ship separated.

The plainclothes policeman narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "It's really cautious."

"Boom."

The speedboat quickly restarted and left the sea with waves.

Ye Jihuan steered the rudder with one hand, raised his right hand, leaving behind a shadow, and shouted loudly: "goodbye, sir!"

"Hahaha!"

"Get rich!"

"yeah!"

Ye Jixian and Ye Jiyu yelled and cheered unscrupulously. Two billion Hong Kong dollars in cash will be divided among a dozen people, and each person can get at least [-] million.

No matter where it is, it is enough to spend time and drink, and live happily ever after.

This life is worth it!

Cool!
Ye Jihuan had a cigarette holder in his mouth, and the ash was blown away by the sea breeze. He took out a mobile phone, dialed the phone and said, "A Cong, I received the money."

"Get someone!"

"Roger that!"

Ye Jicong sneered, turned his head and made a gesture, and the two brothers carried a man onto the boat and tied his limbs with hemp rope.

Then put the person into the sack, tie the opening tightly with hemp rope, and throw the sack at the stern, ignoring the struggle of the hostage inside, sobbing.

The ship arrived at the previous delivery location half an hour later.

The sun is shining.

The plainclothes policeman was sweating profusely.

But Ye Jihuan stopped the boat on the sea twenty meters away, stepped on the deck with one foot, stepped on the sack with the other, and shouted loudly: "Hand over!"

"Go down and fish yourself!"

"Boom!" Ye Jicong kicked the sack into the water with one kick, and with a grin burst out of his mouth, he waved his brother to let the boat go.

It's not that they didn't hand over people this time. Whether they are qualified enough to bring people back to shore depends on the ability of the police force.

The plainclothes policeman stared wide-eyed, and before he could scold him, he grabbed a safety rope and jumped into the water, heading straight for the sinking point.

.......
New Territories.

In Tuen Mun, in a dilapidated housing estate, Ji Bingxiong, Lianghui, and Yang Jiguang looked at the cart full of cash, and their hands holding the gun couldn't help shaking.

"money!"

"money!"

Zhang Zihao took out a handful of Hong Kong dollars from his sack, threw them into the sky, and shouted, "I brought the money back!"

"Bakuan, Brother Hao!"

"Brother Hao is showing off, Brother Hao is showing off!"

The ten gangsters looked up at the falling banknotes, their eyes were full of obsession, and they were in it, but no one reached out to pick them up.

Just watch!

What to fish.

It's all ours!

Ji Bingxiong came back to his senses, took a deep breath, stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, affirming: "Ah Hao, you are capable!"

"We divide the accounts according to the rules!"

Zhang Zihao broke into Longtan and Tiger's lair alone, and brought the money back under the watchful eyes of the police and Li's family, which is really a great achievement.

You must know that the kidnapping business is most prone to problems in the environment of collecting money. It can be as small as being photographed by the police and followed by paparazzi, and as big as the family members of the hostages cannot raise money.

There is police protection.

Knowing that the police force has already joined the operation, if they single-handedly brought the money back with a vest on, any gangster would be convinced if they saw it!
Zhang Zihao held his head high and proudly, with a smile on his face, like a lone wolf.

"Okay, start counting the money now, and share the account locally. Brothers will have a chance in the future. See you in the world!"

Ji Bingxiong withdrew his hand, turned around and said, "Time is running out, count the money!"

The two groups of thugs immediately counted the money together. Since the huge common interests lay in front of them, the two groups of people had no conflicts at all, and they just waited for the money to be counted to be cool.

Everyone is happy and beaming...

Zhang Zihao took out a cigar from his shirt pocket, and handed it to the person beside him: "Brother Xiong, the imported product from Li Jiashun, would you like one?"

"Thank you."

Ji Bingxiong took the cigar, lit it, took a deep breath, and sighed, "It's really good."

Zhang Zihao said with a smile: "In the future, I will smoke every day, and my life will be happier than that of Li Jiacheng. After this ticket is finished, Li Jiacheng will not be as rich as us."

"Ha ha."

"We are the bosses of Lijiacheng!" Ji Bingxiong said happily.

Zhang Zihao nodded: "Then Boss Li should send it back?"

"Send it back?"

Ji Bingxiong was taken aback, and said: "The Big Circle Gang arranged for three boats, let us leave Xiangjiang in batches, and we will not charge a penny for the transportation fee."

"If you don't charge money, you have to charge skin!"

Zhang Zihao's expression became gloomy, and he retorted: "But when I took the money, I personally promised to send Boss Li back safely."

"You're going to make it hard for me."

Ji Bingxiong also showed displeasure, staring sideways at Zhang Zihao, picked up a few Hong Kong dollars on the floor, grabbed them in his hand, tore the notes violently, threw them on the ground, and said, "It's just a few notes. It's our labor fee, it can't buy the friendship between Jianghu and Jianghu, do you still want to hang out on the road in the future?"

"Be careful of making money, but not spending it!"

At the moment when the banknotes landed, Zhang Zihao raised the gun at his waist, pressed it against Ji Bingxiong's head, and shouted loudly: "I, Zhang Zihao, promise a thousand dollars. If I promise others, I will definitely do it!"

"I'll kill anyone who dares to stop me. Even the Heavenly King and I can't stop me!"

Seeing this, several brothers stopped counting money immediately and took out their weapons to point at each other, but both sides maintained great restraint, and no one wanted to start a war again.

Yang Jiguang persuaded: "Brother Hao, it's just a meat ticket. If you tear it up, tear it up. Brother Xiong is right. Don't cause conflicts because of an outsider."

"Say one more word, and I'll kill you first!" Zhang Zihao turned around and cursed.

Yang Jiguang shut his mouth obediently.

The five inland gunmen looked back at the boss.

Ji Bingxiong raised his hand to stop him: "Spending money is more important than internal strife, continue to divide money, don't stop because of a little thing."

He looked at Zhang Zihao: "Zhang Zihao, if you want to be a hero this time, I will give you a chance to be a hero, but the brotherhood between you and me is gone."

"In the future, it will be impossible to cooperate again."

Zhang Zihao put down the gun slowly, with complicated eyes: "I'm sorry, Brother Xiong."

"Ah Hui, bring me the man, and I'll drive to hand him over." Zhang Zihao was addicted to being a lonely hero, and he wanted to hand him over. Of course, he couldn't let his brother go find him.

At this time, no brother would mess with him.

"Goodbye Jianghu."

With two large bags of cash in his hand, Ji Bingxiong boarded a car, pulled five brothers who also carried backpacks, and left the housing estate to a wharf in Tuen Mun.

on the sea.

The captain of the boat smoked a pipe and said in amazement: "Brother Xiong, you are ready to immigrate. Who doesn't know the names of the three kings of thieves in the rivers and lakes?"

"It's so majestic!"

Ji Bingxiong took out five stacks of thick Hong Kong dollars, piled them up in a row on the wooden table in the cabin, and said in a deep voice: "[-] million, including the tickets for my brothers, [-] per person."

The boss of the boat was smoking a cigarette, and Qian didn't even bother to take a look at it: "Brother Biao said, those who come to the lottery for free, you are lucky to win the lottery."

"It's money, the company paid for it."

In fact, these ships are not only a route problem, but also a safety problem. If you change to other ships, it’s okay if there is no accident, but if there is an accident, you will be blacked out.

The reputation of the big circle gang is still guaranteed.

But Ji Bingxiong said: "You are ashamed to accept it, you can keep it..."

ten days later.

Haojiang.

Lisboa Hotel.

Zhang Zihao was wearing a white suit and led five younger brothers. He spent a lot of money in front of the gambling table full of chips. He was surrounded by seven or eight beautiful girls. Many young men looked at him from a distance, and some passing customers avoided him. , far away from it.

"Beng Yaju", the speaker of Haoyi in the Dagongtang, was wearing a dark black British suit, with a round head with a cut cut, a gold tooth inlaid in his mouth, and a large gold chain hanging on his hand. He stood with a cigar in his mouth. On the corridor upstairs, there were three servants standing on both sides, pointing their fingers downstairs: "Is that person the richest man?"

"Yes." The younger brother Dazhang, dressed as a casino manager, nodded lightly: "He has been in Haojiang for a week, and he has spent every day in the casino. According to the dealer's statistics, he has lost [-] million Hong Kong dollars."

Beng Yaju raised his hand and rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, took a deep breath on his cigar, and ordered: "Prepare fifteen million Hong Kong dollars to put in the VIP box, and invite him in later."

Da Zhang nodded slightly: "Yes."

Zhang Zihao took him out of the Lisboa Hotel after a while, and came to a tea restaurant for a change of taste. Just after ordering, he saw the TV in the corner of the restaurant, which was broadcasting the news of Yihai Group's acquisition of Changjiang Group.

Wearing a white suit, he stepped on a stool, sipping milk tea, and cursed unconvinced: "Damn it, it's better to be the boss! Our brothers have worked so hard, and if you kill someone, you will get hundreds of millions. The big boss sits With the air conditioner blowing in the office, and making phone calls, four billion in assets were obtained.

"When it comes to making money, the chief helmsman is the best!" He gave a thumbs up with a sarcasm in his tone.

(End of this chapter)