Even Darian Cross, the chairman of Pym Corporation, came to the scene. As an old company, Darian Cross tried to revitalize his company, but due to the technology blockade, the company's situation went from bad to worse, so he was eager to find external capital to help themselves.
However, it is obvious that his level is not high enough. This can be seen from Xiaoqiang's perfunctory attitude. Although Pi's parent company has always claimed that it is researching Pym particles and has achieved significant results, the response has been mediocre. Xiaoqiang has also gone on an on-site inspection. It looks like their PPT is made like Transformers, but the actual effect is really nothing at all.
Darian Cross, who was not welcomed, walked out of the mourning hall in disgrace. Looking back, he saw that the mourning hall was submerged in the green pines and cypresses. He secretly swore in his heart that if you ignore me today, I will make you unable to climb up tomorrow. rise!
Xiaoqiang, who was receiving guests in the mourning hall, received news from his subordinates that there were reporters outside taking secret photos!
Fuck, the clay figurine is still very angry!
My good uncle Tony is dead, but these paparazzi want to rush in to get first-hand information at this time. It is really unbearable.
Xiaoqiang cursed in a low voice, then walked out with a few of his men.
Although Xiaoqiang is usually gentle and polite, he still inherits the character of his father Johnny, that is, a biting dog never barks.
Born out of a father who took fortifiers, Xiaoqiang's physical fitness is not as good as Tony and Tiger's, but it is more than twice that of ordinary people.
However, he usually presents himself as a humble gentleman, and most people really don't have the opportunity to see his skills.
He took the lead and walked out, cursing
"You guys who came here uninvited, what are you proud of coming here!"
Watching this scene, I felt depressed. Tiger, who was entertaining the guests, was confused. What's going on
He seemed to have said my lines
Tiger turned around and glanced at Watson in surprise. Watson had just heard the report from his subordinates. He nodded helplessly. Only then did Tiger understand that he also felt that this kind of thing was too much, but since Xiaoqiang came forward, he didn't do it for the time being. The mind takes care of these things.
After all, his biological brother who loved and protected him died. Due to emotions and reasons, he, as a younger brother, wanted to let his brother go through this last process quietly, so it was most appropriate for Xiaoqiang to take action.
Outside the mourning hall, in a black van, several men in plain clothes were secretly using cameras to take pictures of the vehicles and people who came to express their condolences.
They were dispatched by Brooklyn Commissioner George Stacey to find out which officials, companies and the Zombie Gang were involved.
After all, the person who came here on this occasion must have a close relationship with the Zhatian Gang.
bang bang bang
The flashbulb kept sounding, and the policeman who took the photo was still mumbling.
"WC, who is this? Why is he here too!"
Voyeurism is sometimes very exciting, and it’s no wonder that there are so many voyeurs in the world, as well as those who specialize in taking pictures of girls’ skirts and girls going to the toilet. This is a person’s curiosity.
Just when I was happy to take pictures,
"Bang"
With a crisp sound, the window glass of the van was suddenly shattered from the outside. Before the plainclothes photographer could react, the camera in his hand was snatched away.
It was Xiaoqiang who took action. He was the one who broke the glass with his punch just now. He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the contents of the camera and cursed.
"Look at these brats, who allowed you to take pictures here? You fools, TMD, you are infringing on your portrait rights, do you understand?"
As he spoke, he threw away the NIKOND7 SLR camera in his hand. This high-definition digital professional camera worth US$80,000 was instantly shattered into pieces.
Xiaoqiang put his head into the van, glanced at it, and said
"Looking at you, it seems like you are not here to mourn. Where are you from? Where did you come in?"
Several plainclothes men were arrested, but they all had harsh words and no one spoke.
Xiaoqiang's face was gloomy. He was the fourth person in the Zhaotian Gang. Although he always thought he was the third person, with his current status, even the mayor of Brooklyn, New York City, had to give him some slack. How dare these paparazzi ignore me!
He felt his authority had been greatly challenged, he said
"Why don't you speak, are you mute? Hey-"
Hearing Xiaoqiang speak, the younger brother behind him quickly echoed
"What's the order, brother!"
“Take pictures of their faces for me, maybe we’ll meet again in the future!”
"I know, brother."
Xiaoqiang stood aside, and his younger brother Wula gathered around him, shouting
"Hey, take out the camera and start working. Come over with your face."
Then there was a lot of random filming. Several plainclothes people in the van quickly covered their faces with their hands. They were all people with families. It didn't matter if they were photographed. The most important thing was their families.
If you are targeted by these gangsters, you probably won't get any good results. After all, being a police officer is just a job, and there is no need to ruin your family for work.
The corners of Xiaoqiang's lips curled up into an evil and crazy smile.
"I said why are you following us? Are you following us now? You bastards."
Just when Xiaoqiang kept cursing, suddenly, a cold voice came
"You bitch, who are you scolding?"
When Xiaoqiang heard this, he turned his head in surprise. No one in Brooklyn dared to scold him like that!
He wanted to see who dared to talk to him like this because he had the heart of a bear but the courage of a leopard.
Turning his head, he saw a white man in a suit walking over. He was none other than Little Spider's cheap father-in-law, George Stacy.
George Stacey bent down to pick up the Nikon camera that had been smashed into pieces and sighed.
"Oh, you brats, do you think you are Michael Jackson? We are just here to monitor you gangsters."
He lowered his head and weighed the fragments of the camera in his hand, feeling heartbroken.
"This is completely broken. What should I do?"
Xiaoqiang looked at this familiar face and couldn't help but feel a little headache. He tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said
"I thought it was who it was. Isn't this our Inspector George? A person with such a busy business has to manage these subordinates. And aren't you the Inspector of the Broncos? How come you have time to go to this remote place of ours? ”
George Stacey snorted contemptuously. As the chief detective of the Broncos District, he has the right to look down on Xiaoqiang and other gangsters. Since ancient times, there has been no coexistence between good and evil. What's more, in a society ruled by law, gangsters can operate. Space is further compressed.