Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 15 General Assembly (End)

Tang Song spread his hands and said with a smile:

"One must always learn to improve. I like to make money in harmony when I do business. The market in New York used to be so big. No one would be happy if I rob someone's business.

Now that the arms share is free, the bosses won't have the heart to fight with me to clean up the trash. . "

At this time, a bald tattooed man interrupted Tang Song:

"Don, clean up the garbage, when did you compete with the beggar king for business? The scavenger business is the most comfortable business in New York. If you don't want to do it, you can leave it to me..."

There was a murderous look in Tang Song's eyes, and he said coldly: "You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately...why, the business of pimps is not easy to do?!"

The tattooed guy named Jeffrey is the biggest chicken head in New York, and 40.00% of the prostitutes in New York are begging for a living under his hands.

At this moment, he was stunned by Tang Song's eyes that could penetrate gold and stone, knowing that he had slipped his words, he trembled a little and couldn't speak.

A boss next to him hurriedly smoothed things over: "Well, we are all friends, and of course we won't take business from each other. Jeffrey was just joking..."

The tattooed man hurried down the ladder and apologized repeatedly to Tang Song.

When Tang and Song won the cleaning business in New York, they relied on real swords and guns. At the beginning, even Jin Bing was afraid of him.

Jeffrey is a chicken head, and the group of gangsters under him can also bully and bully women who have lost their feet, so naturally they can't provoke Tang and Song.

It's just that Tang and Song have been acting in a low-key manner, making people mistakenly think that he is weak and hopeful.

Seeing that Tang Song was really angry, Jeffrey suddenly came to his senses and gave in again and again.

"Tang, the arms business is not so easy to do!"

Jin Bing rested his hands on the long table, his eyes were a bit cold.

Originally, he and Mrs. Gao of the Hand had already negotiated that the arms share in New York would be divided between the two. In return, the Hand would take 10% of the smuggling business in New York, and now Tang and Song stepped in.

"Business that is difficult to do is the most profitable, isn't it!"

Tang Song smiled, raised his hand, and Ryan handed over a cigar.

"Why, look at what this means, Mr. Wilson has already divided up the share of the arms business, right?" Tang Song took a sip of his cigar and exhaled a straight white smoke like an arrow.

"Then what do you mean by calling us here, monkey?"

Facing the questioning of Tang and Song Dynasties.

Hehehe, Jin Bing smoked a cigar, let out a deep muffled laugh, and touched the crystal ashtray on the table with his thick hands.

Mrs. Gao suddenly said at this time: "Since Mr. Tang wants to do the arms business, I will give you the market share of the Hand Association!"

Tang Song narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Mrs. Gao with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, good guy, the malice almost came out like a dark cloud.

"Okay, then it's disrespectful!"

Tang Song stood up, walked up to Mrs. Gao politely, and stretched out his hand to her;
"Then thank you Madam Gao!"

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In the office on the second floor of the nightclub, Jin Bing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched luxury cars roar away.

"Madam Gao, this is different from what we discussed in advance," Jin Bin turned his head like a ferocious hungry tiger.

"I gave you the share of the arms, and you give it up yourself. I don't care about that. I will decide on the 10% smuggling business of your Hand Association!"

Mrs. Gao still had that benevolent expression: "Don't worry, what's yours is still yours. I've left the arms business to him, and the little guy has to be taken care of."

Jin Bing seemed to have known Mrs. Gao's attitude for a long time, and was not surprised.

.........

"Boss, I'm afraid Jin will not let it go!"

Extending the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Tang Song held a round jade tablet, and pointed like a sword, with a faint light shining from the fingertips, and something was engraved on the jade tablet.

The sword energy was intertwined, the hard jade was like tofu, and a little bit of jade powder was scattered on the car mat.

Ryan on the side suggested with some concern:

"Do you want to transfer people back from Russia?"

"No need for now!" Tang Song slid his fingertips, and with just a few strokes, a simple portrait appeared on the jade plaque.

"Go back and bring some heavy weapons over from the warehouse, I... hmm?"

Tang Song frowned and looked out the window.

On the bustling street, two off-road motorcycles nimbly shuttled through the traffic.

The two riders were dressed in black one-piece leather jackets and wore fully enclosed protective helmets. They were driving motorcycles, changing direction flexibly, interspersed with traffic, and soon approached a stretched Rolls-Royce.

Two motorcycles were driving side by side with the Rolls-Royce. The two riders took off a small Uzi submachine gun from their chests at the same time, aimed at the Rolls-Royce and pulled the trigger.

da da da da

The Uzi submachine gun with 20 rounds of magazines instantly poured all the firepower on the rear window glass.

The rear window glass of Rolls-Royce was instantly shot with countless white spots. Unfortunately, the 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets could not penetrate the bullet-proof glass of Rolls-Royce at all.

"boss!"

Ryan took out a black military pistol from the hidden compartment of the seat, clicked, the bullet was loaded.

After receiving Tang Song's waving signal, Ryan pushed open the car door and went out sideways, directly shooting two shots.

"boom!"

With the first shot, the motorcycle gunner on the left exploded his helmet, and the motorcycle lost control and crashed directly into the side guardrail.

The Germanic driver of the Rolls-Royce stepped on the brakes the moment Ryan fired the first shot.

The motorcyclist on the right rushed directly to the front, and Ryan leaned out at this time, and shot again.

"boom!"

Buzz buzz! ...

Just when Ryan finished taking care of the two motorcycle gunmen, a few more motorcycles stepped up and rushed out of the traffic. Apart from anything else, they raised the Uzi submachine gun and fired at Ryan.

Ryan held the door handle with one hand, and the SIG Sauer M18 in his hand accurately fired deadly bullets, and each bullet accurately hit the motorcycle gunner's head.

Soon, the group of motorcycle gunmen were wiped out by Ryan.

"Back to the scene!"

Tang Song calmly drew the last stroke of the portrait, waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew out of nowhere in the car, wrapping countless debris and dust into a ball, and flew out of the window.

Tang Song played with the jade card in his hand, and threw it into Ryan's hand.

Ryan grabbed it and took a closer look. On the jade card was a stick figure of an old lady.

It was none other than Mrs. Gao from the Hand.

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At night, the Guns N' Roses Bar, which was originally filled with heavy metal, only had the lights flickering, and the silence was a little scary.

Even the homeless people in the alley left wisely.

At this moment, a group of people in black suits quietly appeared around Guns N' Roses.

"Takeshita-kun, our people have already surrounded this place!"

A black Dongying Honda car was quietly parked not far from the venue.

The car door was wide open, and in the back seat of the car, a Japanese man in his 30s was looking at the gate of Guns N' Roses with night vision goggles.

"It seems that our enemy is well prepared, Suzuki-kun, don't be careless, don't let Madam down!"

The middle-aged man had a serious tone, and when he mentioned Mrs. Gao, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

The crew-cut man named Suzuki-kun held a black pistol in his hand, and stood on the side of the car door with his head bowed respectfully, bowing repeatedly upon hearing this.

"Don't worry, Takeshita-kun, this time we have led more than 100 gunmen, all of whom are good players in the club, there will be no problems!"

(End of this chapter)