1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 62: A little scratched

"Oh!"

Zhao Jianjun meditated on the time in his mind and accurately threw an instantaneous thunderbolt. He immediately covered his ears and leaned against the wall. He watched the broken limbs fly out and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Retreat!"

"Yes!"

Li Yongbin, Wen Youtian and others had almost the same count, and they imitated each other and added a grenade under the bed in the bedroom and in the kitchen.

Immediately holding the weapon, he hurriedly left the scene.

Thousands of people lived in the entire Chungking Mansion. Gunshots, sirens, and thunder were heard.

Most people fled in a hurry, a few people hid in the house, and some Jianghu people were so frightened that they destroyed the flour and took out weapons.

A lot of snakes and rats appeared in this filthy place where fish and dragons were mixed.

In addition, there are many exits in the building and the number of police officers who rushed to the scene was small, so they were unable to seal off the entire building in a short period of time.

Dozens of police officers could not even effectively screen the crowd. Before they could reach the target unit, they were already rushed by residents of the building along the way. Some community members even shot at the police officers. It was chaos, chaos, The entire Chungking Mansion was in chaos.

However, Zhao Jianjun, Li Yongbin, and Wen Youtian were well-trained and acted steadily. They successfully left the building according to the planned retreat route, and got on the corresponding van to easily arrive at the Yau Ma Tei Pier.

"be careful on the road!"

He Yisheng's brother saw a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes when he saw the twelve people making a big fuss.

"Boss, I'm already on board."

Zhao Jianjun was sitting in the cabin, drinking fish soup brought by the boss of the ship, and reporting to the boss with a satellite phone in one hand.

Zhang Ziwen had received the report from Team C and knew that the scene had been cleared long ago. The police had not caught anyone from the company. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Huo family's old house, crossing his legs and drinking coffee with Huo Youxiao.

The C team that went to support ended up being turned into a reconnaissance team and didn't even have a chance to play. It seems that the Vietnamese boy is not as arrogant as Huang Zhiming said.

But when I think of the ambush in the teahouse, I feel itchy with hatred.

The Vietnamese guy who dared to come out to fool around must have some strength, but when he bumped into the mainland veterans under his command, hehe, he suppressed them in all aspects, both physically and mentally. He would be damned if he could let them run away.

"How are you guys?" Zhang Ziwen put down his coffee cup and asked lightly in front of his employer.

Zhao Jianjun replied: "Maybe. Some brothers' skin is scratched?"

"Oh."

"Remember to go to the hospital for a check-up and all medical expenses will be reimbursed." Zhang Ziwen smiled.

Zhao Jianjun laughed loudly: "Hahaha, thank you boss, we won't have to pay for the hospital. Just let us come back as soon as possible."

"rest assured."

Zhang Ziwen said: "Have fun every day in Haojiang. Remember, go to the casino less and don't gamble away all the money you make."

"got it."

Zhao Jianjun agreed with satisfaction.

"By the way, don't play with the lady at the casino door. The quality is not as high as the hotel door knocking, and the price is still expensive. Please contact me again." Zhang Ziwen hung up the phone, put the mobile phone on the table, raised the coffee cup and gestured forward. : "Huo Sheng, the Vietnamese boy has been taken care of."

Huo Youxiao was wearing a suit, holding a cigar in his right hand, raising his head and blowing air, and asked lightly: "Is any brother injured? Is it serious? Do you want me to arrange a doctor in Haojiang?"

"Okay, the injury is quite serious."

Zhang Ziwen nodded cheerfully: "It's a little scratched. If you don't go to the doctor, you won't be saved." Huo Youxiao's originally very serious expression was suddenly startled, and he immediately took off the cigar in his mouth and laughed loudly: "Hahaha , Zhang Sheng, humorous."

This time the evacuation of the fleet, including the hotel accommodation in Haojiang, was all arranged by He Yisheng. On the one hand, it showed Huo Youxiao's dedication, and on the other hand, it was obvious that Huo Youxiao could mobilize more community resources.

Killing the mercenaries invited by the six hall masters is equivalent to killing the strongest force of the six hall masters, plus more and more evidence is in hand.

It was only a matter of time before Huo Youxiao could deal with the six hall masters. With Zhang Ziwen by his side, he felt even more at ease.

"In a few days, I will leave the rebels in the club to you to deal with." Huo Youxiao said.

Zhang Ziwen smiled: "Thank you Huo Sheng."

That night.

Zhang Ziwen, Li Junsheng, and Zhou Minghua took the ferry to Haojiang together, took out 1 million Hong Kong dollars in cash at the HSBC branch, and carried two backpacks of Hong Kong banknotes to the Jingfeng Hotel where Zhao Jianjun and others were hiding.

As soon as he entered the door, he threw two black backpacks on the bed, took a glass of water from Zhao Jianjun, sat on the stool and said boldly: "Spare the money!"

"thank you boss!"

The brothers from the two teams AB had already gathered together. When they saw that the backpacks were pressing down on the quilts, they neatly saluted the boss.

Zhao Jianjun opened the backpack in front of the brothers, counted the number, and distributed it to the brothers one by one.

After Zhang Ziwen looked at the accounts in the hotel, Fang left with the two directors.

The brothers of the two teams would not use money to gamble. If the verbal advice is done, he should not take care of the rest. There are really people who like to gamble, and there is nothing they can do to stop them.

Zhao Jianjun gave Zhang Ziwen a detailed report on the scene. When Zhang Ziwen learned that the target was a former South Vietnamese guerrilla captain who was later incorporated into the North Vietnamese army, he had fought with Zhao Jianjun on Laoshan.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of fate.

"This guy killed three comrades in my platoon, but was captured by our troops during a disguised infiltration. If discipline didn't allow killing prisoners, I would have cut his throat," Zhao Jianjun said.

Zhang Ziwen raised his eyebrows, patted his shoulder and said comfortingly: "It can be considered as a memorial to the soldiers' spirits in heaven."

Zhao Jianjun had been punished for breaking Ruan Yuanjia's tongue, but it was impossible for the iron-blooded man to hold back his anger.

"Former guerrilla major."

Zhang Ziwen thought that his opponent was a squad leader or something like that. He seemed to be a big fish. He could even kill a former major. It seemed that Zhao Jianjun was not an unknown person back then. He just didn't know whether the rank of the Vietnamese Army was worth anything?

Zhang Ziwen then thought of the information Zhou Minghua investigated, which stated that Ruan Yuanjia started working as a professional killer in the 1980s, and most of his subordinates were veterans of the Vietnam Army.

The underworld in Southeast Asia has a very good reputation. He is an internationally wanted criminal and is hunted by many countries such as Hong Kong Island, Haojiang, Malaysia, and Singapore.

The encirclement and suppression were almost successful several times, but Ruan Yuanjia was very cunning and could quickly recruit a team of troops to commit the crime once he escaped.

It seems that Ruan Yuanjia's base is Vietnam veterans. As long as there are still Vietnamese soldiers who are short of money, there will never be a shortage of people under his command, and naturally he can always be active in the mercenary market.

Zhang Ziwen began to think about what his basic market is?
If we use domestic veterans as our base, what kind of effects will it bring to the company?
You must know that the personnel turnover rate in the security industry is very fast, especially the field department that can take over tasks. Without a clear basic base, they cannot fight a tough battle and will collapse if they lose a few people.

At most it can be considered a mercenary team.

Similar teams in the industry are very fast, but they disappear very quickly, and they are basically not famous. If you want to become a well-known mercenary group that does not worry about business, you must at least have a stable source of troops to supplement the channels, which can withstand casualties. .

If you want to become a world-renowned top security company, you must even have a familiar source of military resources, weapons manufacturing factories, and political background.
The combination of all this is a company, or even an iron plate of power!

(End of this chapter)