Feng Lao frowned when he saw Feng brought a bystander into the interior room, but Feng guessed Feng Lao's thoughts and smiled: "Liangzi, my brother, without him, I'm just an empty talk." Feng Lao I was taken aback, and immediately understood, "Two of you sit down first. I invite two of you to come today, there is really something important." Feng Lao paused, "Mr. Liang has done it."
"So fast!" Ryoko exclaimed.
"When the market opened this morning, two of my Feng's stocks were inexplicably sniped. The intensity was quite large. The loss this morning was nearly 10 million. However, I arranged for the manpower and the counter-sniper attack in the afternoon will be vigorous." Feng Si Ye took a sip of tea, "The economic war is still upright, but I think the Eastern King's methods are more than that."
"Their vanguard hasn't arrived." Ryoko looked fearless and fearless.
Feng had been fiddling with his mobile phone, and then interjected, "No, it's already here. There is news from Dou Mu Hao that there are gangsters in the west of the city who are making trouble in the streets, not locals."
"The protection fee in broad daylight?" Ryoko was puzzled.
"Their purpose is to destroy, about 20 or 30 people. Merchants can't afford to buy peace. Wang Liu of West Street has already fought them." Feng suspects that this is Mr. Liang's advance army, and there is no purpose for destruction. Okay. Clumsy means of demonstration.
"Do you want the police to intervene?" Feng Siye asked, squinting.
"The other party has too few people." Feng slightly underestimated. "If it was Mr. Liang's aggressive attack, how could this be the only point? It was probably a ball of cannon fodder to test our firepower."
"I'll take care of this, my people are here." Liangzi smiled suddenly, "What about West Street, Brother Feng, let Wang Liu and the others withdraw."
"How many people do you use?" Feng Siye asked.
"One person."
Feng immediately understood Ryoko's idea. His new masters were all raw faces, and they were unobtrusive when they walked on the street. After "the road saw unevenness", the police appeared on the scene. Feng Siye was still not at ease, "How can a person do it alone, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and how many nails can he hit with his body full of iron?"
"Four Lord, can a group of sheep kill a lion?" Ryoko's words were proud and beyond doubt.
"Keyboard Liu. This is Feng." A young man of twenty-three and four was sitting next to Liangzi, who looked quiet and quiet.
"Are you the one who singled out that group of hooligans in the morning?" Feng was unbelievable. Liangzi's five big and three rough looks possible. This keyboard Liu Yi looked like an intellectual.
"Are you the Feng who raised the world on behalf of the monarch?" The young man also replied in Feng's tone, "The novels stored in your computer are well written. Did you write them?"
"How do you know?" Feng said with a look of surprise, "I've never uploaded it. Ryoko doesn't even know:"
"I learned electronic detection." Keyboard Liu said with a smile: "I wanted to see if there is any privacy, but Feng Geer was indeed cautious."
Good guy, a person who learns electronic technology can handle thirty or forty gangsters. Are all special forces Super Saiyans
"Xiao Liu is in charge of our communication security and electronic tackling, and there is no need to show up in the future. Today's affairs are the most suitable for him."
"But my computer has the defense of a master?" Feng was still strange.
"He is a classmate of my class." Kui Mulang made a natural expression.
You dare to yin Laozi, but fortunately there is nothing shameful in the computer, hum. Feng immediately understood that Kui Mulang was his own intelligence chief, and he was well-known in the Longshuo Hacker Alliance. This keyboard Liu is actually his classmate, so it is natural for him to have this ability. "You don't have the skill of others, and you don't even dare to kill a chicken." Feng badly harmed his intelligence agent.
"His computer skills may not be better than mine." Kui Mulang was neither humble nor overbearing.
"Who can compare to you? The school database was hacked as soon as the exam arrived. The teachers repaired it for a week." Keyboard Liu was not to be outdone.
"Shall we compare each other?"
"Compared to what?"
"Dota!"
In the first round of the two sides, there was a win or lose, but in Yifeng's view, Mr. Liang's offense was approaching. Mr. Liang is a person who cannot afford to lose, even if it is a tie, it cannot be tolerated. Feng could even guess the way Mr. Liang took pictures of the table. They actually dared to resist the person who dared to beat me!
Mr. Liang's revenge was like a typhoon of magnitude fourteen. Nothing was spared wherever he went. Feng was busily battered, holding two pandas to see the situation analysis sent by Baihubu.
"Eastern gangster forces arrived in batches, and they had full contact with large and small organizations in our city. The two sides suffered casualties and killed more than a thousand merchants. The price of wound medicine bandages increased several times and the stock was once out of stock." The news that came along with the news also included Wei Yueyan, Shelter Deer, female soil bat seriously injured, Shi Huozhu, killed in action.
Shi Huozhu died in battle, brother, you go one step ahead. Shi Huozhu is not someone else, it is Zhu Wu. That day, Luo Luo’s shop rushed into a few gangsters and threw the fruit on the ground. Luo Luo’s little daughter was pushed to the ground and cried. Individuals surrounded and beat, Zhu Wu just withdrew from a gang fight, his left arm was opened with a big opening, and he was hurriedly bandaged. He was about to go home to rest, but he happened to see this scene and rushed in with red eyes. , I couldn't help but say that an elbow hammer knocked over a person, another kicked away, leaned over to help Lao Luo, behind a green skin looking at a good opportunity, according to Zhu Wu is one, immediately a mouthful of blood came up, Zhu Wu smiled coldly. Shengsheng swallowed it again. When Lao Luo's watermelon knife turned around, he slashed. He was chasing someone to slash, but he saw a green skin that he had knocked over just now, holding a crowbar and smashing it at the five-year-old. It's not a thing! Lao Zi **** the ancestor!" Lao Luo was already unconscious, Zhu Wuyi gritted his teeth, leaned away and rushed towards the child, taking a stick in his arms, "Okay! Come on! Come on!" Zhu Wu struggled to get up, but saw two other people standing, and the others were already motionless. Since I couldn't go anymore, he pulled a backrest at the end of his life. After taking a stab at it, Zhu Wu put down the bastard who had attacked the child. There was another blood hole in his right rib. The last person also fled hastily.
"All the kids are gone, don't be afraid that Uncle Wu won." Zhu Wu was lying in a pool of blood, and finally there was no movement.
The Xuanwu Department is responsible for defense, and the casualties are the most serious. With one eye covered in gauze and his right hand wrapped in plaster, Doumuqi lay on the hospital bed and asked Zhang Yuelu, "Did they retreat? What did the chief say?" Zhang Yuelu was a doctor in the Suzaku division and took care of the wounded. It will pass, and no matter how strong a typhoon is, it will eventually disappear into the Siberian cold current."
The more than 1,000 casualties under Liangzi's hands were already crushed, but they were still fighting high. The bastards are also humans, as well as parents. Their parents are in danger of being beaten when they go to the streets. The bastards also have a filial heart. At this moment, they have red eyes and are entangled with the bastards in the east. They recruit enemies, but they are ruthless. They dare. They use their arms for the opponent’s legs. They dare to use the brothers behind their heads to block the knife. They can’t beat them. Thinking of biting off a piece of meat from the opponent with his teeth! Ryoko himself was injured, and the opponent also had a master. The good hand he brought matched the opponent's superior. It seemed that they were not Longshuo people. They were of Caucasian descent, tall and strong, and there were traces of boxing in the attack, Ryoko All of them were injured, and they couldn't please the other side. Ryoko knew that the few people who had fought with him could shake the fan with their right hands.
Suzaku's medicines were all run out. Jing Muya went out to buy it in person, and actually hit a nail. The hospital pharmacy in the city seemed to have a unified caliber. Unanimously saying that it was out of stock, the anxious Jing Muya almost started beating people, and he didn't care to rest. He ran to the provincial city overnight. No matter how far you stretched your hand, Mr. Liang, he wouldn't be able to reach here. The medicine was all bought, but when Jing Muyan was about to return with the medicine, he found sneaky people staring at him on every road. As a last resort, he dialed Feng's phone.
"Master, the rice is there, it's too heavy to hold."
"Are you in the provincial capital?" Feng looked at the address attribution secretly strangely.
"There is no rice in the city, and the city is also short, so I have to reach the provincial capital." Jing Muya said helplessly.
"You live first, I will arrange for someone to contact you." Feng scolded himself secretly, damn it, he didn't expect Mr. Liang's move to cut off his logistical support, and the frontier was still uncomfortable. There was no power to fight again. . Fortunately, this old guy didn't reach out to the provincial capital, so there is hope.
Mr. Liang's offensive was like a storm, and the first round of blows made people overwhelmed. Withstand, withstand, Feng can only tell himself these two words. The opponents like gods and buddhas are really not friendly. The forward attack overdrafts all of his reserve team. The fourth master financially can't raise his head. Now he actually wants to cut off his medical supplies. Although he is an opponent, Feng does. I have to praise "good means!" With such a meticulous plan and such a precise attack, does Mr. Liang still have a group of staff officers
If you don't gossip, let's talk about the problem of this batch of medicine. Feng sent a message to Zhang Yuelu: How many days can the surplus food last? I got a reply quickly, and five days was the limit. Five days? Feng smiled bitterly. Zhang Yuelu was the most cautious member of the Suzaku clan, could he only last for five days with careful calculations? I'm afraid that others won't be able to handle this matter, so let's talk to Liangzi and Fourth Master.
The comfort and timelessness of Si Ye’s home has long ceased to exist. The huge living room is like a temporary headquarters, five or six telephones, a table of data cables, and a team of investment analysts are staring nervously at the screen and watching the stock market. For the quotation, Si Ye looked through the documents and made phone calls from time to time. The tea on the table was already cold, but he couldn't take care of it.