At the beginning, 100,000 dead soldiers formed a group to go to the Eagle Sauce for free shopping

Those who dared to jump out and commit suicide were all dead, and the remaining ones were more obedient than the other.

Of course, although those people surrendered and were extremely docile on the surface.

But secretly, they all hated Lin Yaozu to the bone.

However, whether it was hatred or resentment, Zu didn't care.

As long as they could pay the money on a monthly basis and do a good job as a value-added cow.

Other things didn't matter.

At 6 pm, Lin Yaozu once again left a certain chaebol headquarters with a large number of death warriors.

This was the ninth of the top ten chaebols in Goryeo. After the notification, it was basically over.

As for the last one, it was the Lotte chaebol, and its leader and son were killed by Lin Yaozu himself a few days ago.

Naturally, there was no appearance, and it was not worth going there again.

So, the death warriors just went there to notify them and that was it.

At the same time.

In the headquarters of the Lotte chaebol.

After completing the notification, the death warriors left one after another, leaving a mess.

The general manager, who was frightened by the previous scene and collapsed on the ground, and the group's senior executives, while relieved, started a heated discussion on this.

"What should I do? President Xin left with his bodyguards and assistants two days ago and has not returned yet. I can’t get through to him by phone or other means. Now that something big has happened, what should I do?"

"Huh? You ask me, who should I ask? Anyway, I can't make the decision on such a big matter."

"Bah! You can't make the decision? Why did you agree so quickly?"

"Humph! Idiot, those who refuse to agree and those who are stubborn will die, but you just agreed, right?"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, find a way to find President Xin! Such a ridiculous thing happened, I don’t know if he will believe it!"

"……"

After arguing for a long time, the group finally reached a consensus.

That is to throw this hot potato to the chaebol leaders to deal with.

Anyway, they, the"930s", are just a group of workers.

When it comes to big things like today, it is not their turn to make the final decision. Only the real owner has this right.

At this time

"Ring Ring Ring……"

A ringtone sounded, and an executive picked up the phone

"Hello…yes…yes…yes…what?"

"……"

"You...you...please say it again, I...I didn't hear it wrong!"

"……"

""Okay... okay... okay... I got it!"

After hanging up the phone, facing the curious eyes of his colleagues, the executive twitched his mouth and spoke slowly.

"The call just received was from the police station. The person in power, President Xin, and his bodyguards, assistants, and more than 30 others were all dead."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

For a moment, there was a dead silence at the scene. After a long while, there was a sudden explosion.

"Oh my god! What's going on? President Xin is dead? His bodyguards and assistants are all dead too? Damn, how did they die?"

"Shit, why did this happen suddenly? What should I do now?"

"Oh, and where is Master Xin? He is the recognized successor of the Lotte Group of Korea. He can take charge of the overall situation!"

"Idiot, do you need to tell me this? We called a long time ago, same result, no connection"

"Hey! Can't get through on the phone again? This... this... this... Could something have gone wrong?"

"No way, you bastard, stop talking nonsense. If anything goes wrong, I will eat this desk right now."

"……"

At this moment, the phone rang again.

"Ring Ring Ring……"

It was the same executive who answered the phone again.

"Hello... yes... yes... yes……"

"……"

"What? A car accident? Shit, how could this happen?"

"……"

"Got it, got it, I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone for the second time, the executive turned around, his anus tightened with fear.

He saw many colleagues standing by, looking at him with eager eyes.

"You...you...what are you going to do?"

Hearing this, colleagues began to ask impatiently

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what happened?"

"Yes! What? Of course you want to ask something! Come on!"

"You look so serious, what's going on this time?"

After hearing these questions, the executive took a deep breath and sighed.

"The call just now was from the police station. They said that Master Xin had a car accident on the street and he was dead."

Everyone:"？？？"

After another period of dead silence

"Ah Xi! Master Xin is in trouble too! What should we do this time?"

"Those scary guys are coming to collect protection taxes the day after tomorrow. Should we pay it or not? How should we pay it?"

"It is true that good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. Now Young Master Xin is gone too!"

"What should we do now that no one is left who can make the final decision?"

"Hey... what are you doing? Where did you get all these pots and pans from?"

"Chili noodles, cumin noodles, tomato sauce... Tell me, how are you going to eat this table?"

"Phew…I’m dying of laughter…I forgot all about this!"

"……"

At this moment, everyone was talking and going off topic, and started talking nonsense. They were discussing whether the desk would taste better with cumin or ketchup.

In fact, there was nothing else to do if they didn't talk nonsense.

After all, no one was in charge, so what else could they do except talk nonsense?

At this moment, someone suddenly stood up.

"Wait... I suddenly remembered that there is an heir who can make the decision."

Hearing this, the other person's eyes lit up and continued with this.

"Do you mean to contact... the young master to make a decision?"

"Ah! That makes sense! Since the head of Lotte Chaebol, President Shin, and the original heir of the Korean Lotte Group, the second son, have died at the same time"

"Then, the eldest son of the Sakura Lotte Group, who is located in Sakura, will naturally become the only heir to the chaebol."

"The person who makes the final decision is naturally the only one who can do it!"

When the others heard these words, their eyes also lit up. They found a scapegoat!

So, they immediately started to contact Sakura Country.

Half an hour later.

Sakura Country, inside the headquarters of Lotte Corporation

"What? How could this happen? Oh my god! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could such a rampant thing happen? I know, I will find a way to deal with it immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Shin Dong-joo, the eldest son of the person in charge of the Lotte chaebol, finally couldn't help his joy and began to laugh wildly.

"Hahahaha… Man proposes, God disposes… Hahaha… I didn’t expect victory to come so easily!"

"The entire Lotte chaebol will soon belong to me!"

……

The next day, the news that Lin Yaozu led a large number of Korean assassins to run rampant in the headquarters of major chaebols had spread throughout the Internet.

《The Korean gang bullied the major chaebols, and nine of the powerful people died on the spot》——Seoul News Network

《The world changed overnight. The chaebol that dominated Goryeo was trampled under the feet of a gang.》——Busan Times

《The head of Lotte chaebol and his son died of gunshot wounds, the murderer was related to the Korean gang》——Seoul Entertainment News Network

《Gangs are rampant, darkness is coming again! Goryeo enters the darkest moment in history》——Korean gossip weekly

……

After reading the article, countless Korean netizens participated in the discussion

"Damn it... This newly emerged Bangzi Gang is so scary! They are the Korean chaebol! The person in power was crushed to death so easily."

"Didn't you see clearly? The death of the head of Lotte Chaebol was also related to this. This was not to kill nine people, but to kill all the heads of the ten chaebols."

"Horrible! It's so horrible and so unscrupulous."

"I think crazy is more appropriate."

"Can't the authorities see such a big cancer? Why don't they crack down on it as soon as possible, but turn a blind eye to it?"

"Stupid guy above, didn't you see the news a few days ago? That Bangzi gang is likely to have 100,000 people. With so many people and all of them having money, who would dare to act rashly?"

"That makes sense. It's better not to act rashly. Once you get angry, everyone will suffer." (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"A bunch of idiots, in this case, we should scrape the bone to heal the wound, use great determination and perseverance to wipe out this cancer, so that we can make our great country of Goryeo great again"

"Great shit, stop dreaming, what if we wipe it out? Don't forget that there are still troops stationed in the United States! There are so many fathers above our country! Now, if there is one more, then there is one more!"

"That's right, it doesn't matter if there is only one father. At most, it's just like the chaebol father is replaced by a gang father. In the end, it's all the same."

"……"

The Korean netizens were arguing fiercely, and they wanted to have 999+ replies after one comment.

Some of the argumentative netizens were even more swift, swiping their fingers across the phantoms and tapping their keyboards, staging a war of words with a group of scholars on the Internet.

"What? Dead? All dead?"

After the president hung up the phone, he stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Two words to describe his current state.

Numb!

Five words.

Completely numb!

To be honest, the President of Goryeo never expected that the so-called Korean gang, the little trash that he didn't take seriously, would do such a shocking thing. In one day, he killed the top ten chaebols in Goryeo.

The means were clean and neat, unscrupulous, and rampant and domineering.

Not far away, a group of staff watched eagerly, and their hearts were itching.

A few minutes later, the president told the latest intelligence.

When the staff learned about it, they were all stunned in an instant.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, the leader of the Bangzi Gang must be crazy! How could he do such a ridiculous thing?"

"That’s right, they don’t follow the rules at all, it’s too outrageous!"

"Such an arrogant and domineering person must be taken down as soon as possible, otherwise, God knows what more outrageous things he will do in the future!"

"Damn it, we have to deal with the chaebol, but not in such a rough way. If that bastard does this, it will cause economic turmoil in the entire Goryeo country."

"We have to do something, and we have to act quickly."

"This is a good opportunity! It is recommended to carry out a decapitation operation. As long as the gang leader is taken down, the so-called Bangzi Gang will naturally be disbanded....."

"No, we can't be so reckless. Who knows if this is real or fake? If it is a puppet or just a fake, acting rashly will only alert the enemy."

"……"

For a while, the staff members quarreled again because of their disagreement, and kept explaining their reasons, trying to convince those who disagreed.

Seeing this, the President of Goryeo rubbed his eyebrows in distress, and while listening to the opinions of his subordinates, he kept making judgments in his mind. In addition, netizens from other countries also began to eat melons, watch the show, and gloat over the misfortune.

"Hahahaha… This time the entire country of Korea is about to experience our daily life in New York City. (Eagle sauce language)"

"Searching the website, Goryeo is really keeping up with the times. Even the gangs know to follow the new rules when collecting protection fees. I wonder if the Yamaguchi-gumi will also change. (Sakura language)"

"I don't know why, but I always feel that this gang name is so funny. Bangzi Gang? Bangzi Gang? Add"Korea" to it, wouldn't it be"Korea Bangzi Gang"? It's so funny! (Chinese)"

"The truth is revealed above, Korean Bangzi, Korean Bangzi, this time it is truly worthy of the name. (Chinese)"

"There is still one day left before the protection tax is collected. Waiting for the result to come out. (Siamese)"

"……"

Meanwhile

, in Washington, IRS headquarters

"How are things arranged?"

"Director, everything has been arranged."

"Very good, this time, we must find out where and how this gang hides the black money."

"Please rest assured, I will complete the task."

After hanging up the phone, the IRS tax director raised his mouth with a hint of pride.

He touched his hair, which had lost a lot of hair and was getting worse, and muttered to himself:

"It’s almost there, it’s almost there… This time we will definitely find the black gold"

"Tomorrow is the day for the Death Soldiers to collect the money. As long as we keep a close eye on those people and the black money, we will definitely be able to find out the secret."

"As long as we find the 5 billion in black gold, we can start to completely wipe out these damn guys."

"No! That's not right! Now it's more than 5 billion in stolen money. After they collect the money tomorrow, the total amount of stolen money will increase by at least 2-3 billion."

"……"

On the other side, in New York City, outside the building where the members of the Death Gang gathered

"Keep an eye on these guys. The director has repeatedly warned us to find the black money they hid before. Don't make any mistakes."

After an IRS tax bureau supervisor said this in a serious tone, his subordinates also responded in a serious tone.

"Don't worry, it's no problem, they can't get away from us"

"I have been waiting for nearly a month. It's tomorrow now. I can't wait any longer."

"As long as we find the hiding place of the black gold, we can launch a large-scale attack. This time, I will avenge Khalil."

"……"

After seeing this, the IRS tax director smiled with satisfaction and nodded in agreement.

At the same time, many IRS officers and supervisors were also ambushed outside many other buildings in New York City.

Their goals and objectives were very clear. They would use tomorrow's opportunity to find the black money and finally eliminate the cancer of the 3.2 Death Squad.

……

In northern Myanmar, not far from a burnt ruin, several FBI agents in disguise gathered together, discussing quietly.

"Found it, this should be the place. The last location of Agent Bond and other agents is around here."

"Look over there, there are ruins, traces of bomb explosions and bullet holes, there must be some clues there"

"Look to the left. The black cars about 300 meters to the left seem to be the ones they drove."

"In this case, we split up to search for clues, but we must be careful to stay hidden."

"Okay, boss, no problem."

"We'll talk later."

With that, several people separated and went to check.

Two hours later, they returned to the same place.

"Have you found any clues?"

"Found a part!"

"I found part of it too!"

"Very good, I did the same thing. I found a few micro-camera chips. They should be the products carried by the agents. There may be a lot of clues in them."

"Hahaha... That's great, boss. Your clues are really useful."

"Okay, don't make any noise, let's get out of here first, it's too conspicuous standing here���

"That's right, I don't know what's wrong with these Burmese people, they always like to kneel on the ground and kowtow, like crazy"

"Yes, yes, yes! I agree with this, it's too scary, you have to kneel down as soon as you meet someone"

"……"

Half an hour later, the agents returned to the temporary safe room and began to check the clues.

After a series of operations, the contents of the chip were finally exported and converted into video format for viewing.

At this moment, they all gathered in front of the computer curiously, wanting to know what happened to Agent Bond and his colleagues.