1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 59 This is how we do things!

"it is good."

Huo Youxiao took off his glasses. There were cracks on the lenses, which were broken when he ran for his life.

"If they want to kill you, they want to kill me."

"I'm here to investigate the boss behind the scenes. If I find out, I will hand it over to you. From now on, all of Yisheng's more than 20,000 brothers will come out to help you find someone! I don't want those Vietnamese boys to survive until the next day!"

He didn't care at all who Vietnam Tsai came for, because he and Zhang Ziwen already had a shared weal and woe relationship, and anyone who wanted to kill Zhang Ziwen must be killed.

"Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Zhang Ziwen felt much better and joked with a smile: "This is a better deal for you."

"Depend on."

Huo Youxiao scolded: "Use my money to avenge you? Or...get a 10% discount?"

A good relationship is a good relationship, but it is impossible to do something without taking money, but it is also not easy for a lion to open his mouth.

Zhang Ziwen said: "Isn't it done for you? What kind of discount, broken bones, Vietnamese guy can pack two million for it?"

"have to!"

Huo Youxiao said with a smile on his face, "Ali, transfer 2.7 million to Boss Zhang's account."

"it is good."

The driver opened his mouth and agreed.

This kind of order was originally to be quoted based on the target's number of people and firepower equipment.

The one-time price of two million is indeed very low, basically the floor price.

If there are more than ten or twenty people on the opposite side, Riot Games will inevitably lose a few people, and it is difficult to say that it will make money.

If we really squeeze out profits, it all depends on the ability of Riot Games.

Zhang Ziwen will quote a price of two million, firstly because of Huo Youxiao's loyalty, secondly because he and Yisheng can help find someone, which invisibly saves a lot of money, and thirdly because he also has bad feelings in his heart, and if he has the same goal, he will earn less. It doesn't matter, the business will last forever.

Huo Youxiao originally didn't plan to take action against the Sixth Hall immediately, fearing that everyone below would be in danger, but the other party dared to invite the Vietnamese to come, and killed one or two people ruthlessly, and the person who talked to Yisheng lost the face.

"Damn it, I asked you to kill Zhang Ziwen, why did you beat the club uncle to death?" Adu, the leader of Jordan District, hid at home and cursed in a low voice into the phone: "I asked you to beat the younger ones, but you beat the older ones." Yes, it’s just a pig’s brain. If you want to go to the moon, are you going to fly to Mars? Damn it!”

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?"

Chungking Tower B.

A sturdy soldier wearing an undershirt and a green military cap held a mobile phone in his hand, but looked at the short, cloudy-eyed officer in front of him, wearing a floral shirt.

In the room, eight Vietnamese stood together, with a large pile of arms on the table, and four black-and-white photos on the TV cabinet. In front of the photo was an orange with three cigarettes standing on it.

The people in the four photos are all wearing South Vietnamese military uniforms.

The little officer opened his mouth, made a sound like "Ababa, Ababa," and made two sign language gestures with his hands.

Seeing this, the tall soldier opened his mouth and cursed in a strange Cantonese accent: "Fuck you, mother, that's how we do things. Bullets are raining, bullets don't have eyes, don't play if you can't afford it!"

Adu's arrogance weakened, he took a deep breath and said unhappily: "Let me tell you, many people in the world are looking for you now. Get rid of Zhang Ziwen quickly, otherwise, you won't even get a penny of the final payment."

Snapped.

Adu hung up the phone, but his expression did not ease at all, and he became even more nervous.

Six Vietnamese people ambushed them in the street, but they didn't kill a few security personnel. What was the problem?

If you don't eliminate Huo Youxiao's gunmen first, you may end up in a miserable situation.
Although other hall leaders had paid to participate, it was impossible for Huo Youxiao to kill six people at once, so it was logical to attack the leader.

But now that the Vietnamese boy killed an uncle, the club was in chaos, and the other hall leaders didn't even make a call to ask in private. They were so quiet that it was not a good sign.

"Come on, say that you have fought against the US military and guerrillas. You can even hold the lives of a few soldiers in a large circle in your hands. You can't even take down a security company. Don't brag." Adu thought of what to say. A down payment of 1.5 million Hong Kong dollars, and I prayed secretly in my heart. Tsim Sha Tsui.

Huo's old house.

Zhang Ziwen, Zhou Minghua, and Huo Youxiao walked into the door, and a group of Huo brothers and sisters came forward and shouted with concern: "Ah Xiao."

"Second brother."

"Second uncle."

There were more than a dozen people, including a middle-aged couple in their thirties and Huo's nephew who was seven or eight years old.

Huo Youxiao is the second child in the family. The eldest brother Huo Youguo is a professional lawyer and does not participate in community affairs. One sister is a doctor and the two younger sisters are still studying.

There is also a large group of cousins ​​who serve in the society, managing overseas business, company accounts, smuggling fleet, etc.

It can be said that in each generation of the Huo family, only one person comes out to carry the banner of the association, but almost all family relatives work in the association, occupying many important positions invisibly.

Zhang Ziwen knew that these were Huo's family heritage. If there were no resources at all, it would be useless no matter how skilled they were. A clever woman could not make a meal without straw. It was impossible for Huo Youxiao to come out to compete with his hall masters at such a young age and without any qualifications.

Although Zhang Ziwen had met several relatives of the Huo family before, he had never spoken to them, and Huo Youxiao had not introduced him to them.

But now Huo Youxiao took the initiative to introduce him to his family: "Eldest brother, third sister, second uncle."

"This is Zhang Sheng, the boss of Riot Games. He saved my life. The safety of my family will depend on him in the future."

"Mr. Zhang."

"Zhang Sheng."

The Huo family all took the initiative to say hello, and even Huo Youxiao's nephew sweetly shouted: "Uncle Zhang."

"Huo Sheng is welcome."

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said: "These are all what I should do."

In the past, he had a purely business relationship with Huo Youxiao, but now he has a personal relationship with the entire Huo family.

The security industry is indeed a people-to-people service, people-oriented. A performance at work, even if it is a duty, can still gain the employer's extraordinary friendship.

It seems that as long as the security company doesn't die violently, its subordinates can easily accumulate a huge network of relationships. If there is any trouble, they can be solved with just a phone call.

By then, the power of gunfire and artillery fire may not be as powerful as a phone call.

"Go in and take a rest."

Huo Youxiao walked into the living room, handed him a glass of water, pointed to a guest room and said, "My people are already looking for news. Just prepare your manpower and ensure that we can leave as soon as possible."

Zhang Ziwen nodded, went into the toilet and washed his face, called Zhao Jianjun to put teams A and B on standby, and then transferred team C to the Huo family's old house in advance to ensure the safety of Huo Youxiao and his family.

Finally, Zhou Minghua, Li Junsheng, and Gao Wei were asked to pay attention to the situation in the hospital.

He Xiangdong, tell him immediately if Liu Yaoqiang has any news.

After working together for a while, we had a bit of a friendship.

Both of them had applied for ID cards, and they were easy to use. It was a pity to lose them in the hands of the Vietnamese.

Zhou Minghua was smoking in the courtyard, with lingering fear on his face. While smoking with Gao Wei, he sincerely thanked him: "Thank you very much. If you hadn't discovered it in time, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to escape. Six gunmen ambushed you in the street. The scene was really unpleasant." Small."

"It should be." Gao Wei nodded lightly, thinking of the scene in the teahouse, his face didn't look too bad.

"These Vietnamese guys eat our rice, use our guns, and f*ck kill our people. They are really living beasts!"

Zhou Minghua, a Hong Kong man, felt that he was convinced. He couldn't help but nodded and said: "Boss Zhang will take action."

(End of this chapter)