The heavy motorcycle stopped just a few meters from the muzzle.
Zhou Qingfeng took off his helmet and stepped on his feet. There were several muzzles pointing to his head beside him. In addition to the AKM-47 on the opposite side, several'Tokarev-33' surrounded them.
The dapper guy on the opposite side looked at Zhou Qingfeng a few times, and a few people ran out of him to the alley to watch. The intercom reported that there was no other movement.
"Bad boy, you are not like a bad guy, what are you doing here?" The sharp guy first used Vietnamese, then Cantonese, and finally mixed with a few English curses.
A gunman came up to search. Zhou Qingfeng pushed the opponent's hand away with a palm, "You provoke me and force me to come to you."
After speaking, Zhou Qingfeng pulled away the opponent's leader's muzzle, wiped the opponent's shoulder, and stepped into the tin room.
"You don't pay much attention to protecting intellectual property rights. Or you don't have this concept at all. I really hate piracy or something!"
The printing press in the tin room has been working. Pirated comics piled up next to the machine. After a quick look, the paper is of poor quality and dull paint, which is completely incomparable with the original copy of Tianyang Printing Factory.
But this thing actually grabbed the genuine market. Some people will always choose cheap products, but this greatly affects the income of "Shengguang Entertainment".
Comics can be pirated, so videotapes can be transcribed. The latter is more profitable, and Zhou Qingfeng does not allow others to get involved-whoever dares to grab business will have his life!
But what surprised Zhou Qingfeng was not the pages that kept turning on the cylinder of the printing press, but rather the trade documents on a table.
The documents are all hand-written in Latinized Vietnamese.
There is a rattan chair behind the table, where the Vietnamese leader of the tin room is working. When Zhou Qingfeng came, he took up the nest, sat down on a wicker chair, and grabbed a few receipts.
The Vietnamese in the house were extremely angry at Zhou Qingfeng who appeared rashly, not to mention that the young man was not only not afraid of himself, but also messed with the papers on the table.
"Bad guy, touch my things again, I'll blow your head. Who are you?" The Vietnamese leader has never seen Zhou Qingfeng so afraid of death. He cleaved his hands and tried to retrieve the handwritten documents that had been turned over.
Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand gently, avoiding the palm of the other person, and asked, "You are in the rice business? Vietnamese rice? By the way, I also want to buy some food."
Southeast Asia has good hydrothermal conditions and fertile soil.
The rice in Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand and other places are cooked three times a year. The export of crops has always been an important means for these countries to obtain foreign exchange.
However, the current domestic agricultural farming level is not high. Regardless of improved varieties, pesticides, fertilizers, and agricultural machinery, although the growth is rapid, it is far from enough.
As for hk, food basically depends on external input.
Judging from the manifest, this group of Vietnamese made a little money by selling rice.
If you think about it carefully, Southeast Asia's industrial capacity is worse than China's, and it is close to China. It is a natural dumping place for low-end industrial products and a place for purchasing agricultural products.
However, Southeast Asian countries have been following Eagle Sauce for a long time, and the market has been occupied by foot pots and Nan Bang. Don't talk about eating meat, the rabbit didn't even take a few mouthfuls of soup.
After all, it was only in 1988 that there was a naval battle on Chigua Jiao with Yue Monkey-twenty or thirty years after the trouble, the public still mocked the domestic martyrs who did not commemorate the "sacrifice" of the naval battle.
Damn, I just broke my arm in this naval battle, where's the martyr
But... this is not the point of the desktop handwritten receipts.
"Jakarta, Manila, Bangkok, Osaka, Hanoi, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Taipei, Seoul." Zhou Qingfeng read a series of ports and cities in East Asia according to the text on the receipt.
"My goodness, there is a huge trade network and hidden underground smuggling lines here. The value of this thing is great. Are you Vietnamese doing it
No, it's not very similar. You mourners do not have that ability. This should be a network formed by gangs and forces from all over the world. I just need such a network. "
Zhou Qingfeng did it too calmly, and the Vietnamese leader became angry. He pulled the gun and opened the insurance, and the AKM in his hand pointed at his head.
But just raise the gun, and a huge force is pulled in the hands of the Vietnamese leader. His hand holding the gun was struck by lightning and pained like an electric shock.
The finger that was holding the trigger could not be released, a bullet was fired with a bang, and a shot was fired at the roof of the tin room.
Hearing the gunshots, the Vietnamese horses behind them showed their ferocity, and they raised their guns to take aim, and they were about to shoot the young man who had run indiscriminately.
But before they pulled the trigger, Zhou Qingfeng only sighed...
Outside the iron door, the sound of separation and reorganization of mechanical parts rose and fell sharply.
In an instant, Xu Shi, the heavy-duty "Jialing" motorcycle transformed into a stand, transformed into a two-meter-high humanoid machine and rushed into the tin house.
The Vietnamese in the house are all facing their backs, facing the sudden change without any strain. I saw the tall mechanical magic girl's hands turned into barrels, and the sound of gunshots exploded.
Several bullets pierced the back of the head of the Vietnamese horse, cracking bones and splashing blood, and his brain was smeared on the ground.
This is a structural transformation that Arcie can only complete in the real world, transforming between heavy motorcycles and humanoid machines. As she continues to evolve, her combat effectiveness is getting stronger and stronger.
Sudden gunshots can be heard from far away in the neighborhood.
The Orioles on the street were frightened and fled in all directions, and the nearby residents closed their doors and windows tightly, not daring to speak.
The Vietnamese leader with only severe finger pain slammed down amidst the gunfire, and when he looked back, he saw a scene that he would never have imagined in his life-a humanoid machine was staring at his forehead eagerly.
"Master, are you going to kill him?" Arcie asked.
The Vietnamese leader made a'ho-ho' rapid breathing, and his head was full of sweat.
After Zhou Qingfeng searched the desktop and rummaged through several drawers, there were only a few hundred receipts except for a few grenade.
"A bunch of poor ghosts." Zhou Qingfeng threw the grenade to Arcie. "This thing may be useful for you, but it's useless for me."
The American M26A1 grenade, a gadget that was heavily used by the U.S. military in the Vietnam War.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't use it at all.
Arcie regained her palm shape with one hand, but after receiving the grenade, she also shook her head and said, "Unless Master you want to fight with someone, I don't need this thing either."
After walking around in the tin house, it was finally determined that these Vietnamese people were really poor. So they can't even steal the pirated version, and the "environmentally friendly" comics produced can only be bought at low prices.
This is serious market interference!
"Blow up the equipment here." Zhou Qingfeng put all the receipts away and threw them into the air. A phantom of Sophia appeared, and all the information in the receipt of a'Scholar's Touch'.
Through this information, the'Holy Light' will replace the Vietnamese and embed in a ready-made underground trade network.
As for the printing factory in the Tin House, Zhou Qingfeng only assumed that he had destroyed a pirated den, and somehow saved the subsequent losses.
"By the way, this person was also blown up."
The grenade popped out the safety ring'ding' at Arcie's fingertips.
The Vietnamese leader saw the mechanical magic girl, saw the ghost of the book, and was insane. The pre-exploded grenade still pulled his mind back, raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop, don't kill me. I am willing to surrender."
The grenade had already been thrown, and Arcie blocked the iron door, blocking a heavy shield in front of him. Shu Mei left with Zhou Qingfeng.
The fire exploded, and the iron-covered house swelled up and collapsed again. The underground printing plant was bombed into a mess.
In the loud noise, the glass windows of the surrounding streets burst and shattered. Hundreds of families felt this devastating blow.