"Are you deaf or hard of hearing? Didn't I just say that I'm here to work, specifically to monitor you. So don't worry about it and go and carry the coffin for your boss."
These words were said in an extremely arrogant way, and people of Xiaoqiang's level were not taken seriously at all. In an instant, the followers behind Xiaoqiang all put their hands on their waists, preparing to give an order to kill the ignorant person in front of them. The bullshit police detective was executed on the spot.
Although the Zhatian Gang has gradually been cleansed, the underworld spirit hidden in their bones has still not been eradicated.
Seeing the group of younger brothers behind Xiao Qiang staring at him with eager eyes, George Stacey walked up to Xiao Qiang nonchalantly, with an image of being indifferent. Although he was in the prime of life, it gave people a strange feeling, as if he had already Read all the vicissitudes of life.
George Stacey's visit today was not without purpose. After receiving the order from New York Police Chief Musk, he came here specifically to see which government and enterprise leaders came here to express condolences. After all, the Zhatian Gang is developing too fast now. Not only It has completely taken control of Brooklyn, and even the Bronx and Queens have signs of activity.
Xiaoqiang did not flinch in the face of this old man, he suppressed the smile on his face and said
"Axi, how can I sit idly by when you take pictures so blatantly? After all, I am also the financial director of the Zhatian Gang. You are slapping me in the face by doing this?"
George Stacey chewed her teeth and said
"Then what should I do? Do you want me to slap your little face twice in person?"
The two faced each other tit for tat without giving in. The strong sense of oppression made several plainclothes men hiding in the van put their hands on their bulging waists, and the battle between the two sides was about to break out.
But in the end, Xiaoqiang endured a step. After such a long time, Xiaoqiang has become a lot more tactful. People say that society is the best university, which he fully understands.
Sometimes, when doing things in this world, whoever is reasonable or right can run rampant and unimpeded, and society does not judge winning or losing based on right or wrong.
Your persistence, your ideals, and what you think are justice are so pale and powerless in the face of strength, rules, and power.
Just like today, if Xiaoqiang dares to fall out with the police, the entire Zhatian Gang will be blown up tomorrow. After all, he is just a gangster who launders corporate affairs, let alone a person like him. Even Tony is a big shit. We dare not openly challenge the American government.
After all, individuals are individuals, and their abilities and influence are very limited, and the American government is not comparable to the incompetent governments of Abraham and Noodle Shop, as the only superpower in the world.
His power is unimaginable by ordinary people. The contrast and gap between these powers can only be compared with fireflies and the sun. It may be a bit exaggerated, but Xiaoqiang is absolutely unwilling to try the consequences of that.
Because everyone knows that this consequence is not something he can bear. There is no need to break up with the government in public just for a temporary dispute. In that case, the government may only lose a few people, and the Bombing Sky Gang will suffer annihilation. disaster.
So Xiaoqiang suddenly grinned, patted George's arm twice hard, and said with a smile
"Inspector George, your outspoken nature has not changed. I really admire you."
Suddenly, Xiaoqiang put his head to Inspector George's ear and whispered
"However, I advise you to be more honest, so as not to get burned. If you continue to be so arrogant, I'm afraid it might kill you."
George was not to be outdone and said
"Hey, do you want us to make a bet?"
"What?"
Xiaoqiang didn't quite understand what he meant.
"I want to make a bet with you to see whether I die first or you die first!"
George's indifferent expression irritated the followers around Xiaoqiang.
"Damn you, why are you speaking so harshly!"
George's face turned cold and he glanced around the crowd.
"You brats, you want to rebel, you think my words are ugly? Do you want to be worshiped like Tony? Also, I just bought this camera, it's very expensive, look at it, the ink on the invoice is still there Not done yet!”
As he spoke, George rubbed his two fingers together and stretched them out towards Xiaoqiang.
"What are you looking at? Give me the money quickly! This is public property. If you keep trying, I'll punish you for deliberately damaging public property!"
"Assi!"
Xiaoqiang was also defeated by George's shamelessness. He took out a Citibank checkbook from his coat pocket, wrote a random number on it, and threw it in front of George.
Everyone's eyes slowly descended along with the falling check, Xiaoqiang said
"The extra money will be used to buy cigarettes for Detective George, huh? Humph!"
After saying that, Xiaoqiang walked away without looking back, but he knew that he lost this round, because only the weak would do some small actions in other aspects, such as smashing things and throwing garbage at will.
George looked at Xiaoqiang's leaving figure, leaned over and picked up the check from the ground. When he opened it, he saw that it was a check for US$100,000.
"WC, you are so damn generous. You gave me an extra $20,000! It's almost as much as my quarter's salary. The capitalists are really rich!"
"Hey, Xiaoqiang, I just forgot to tell you that I am now the chief detective!"
Xiaoqiang stopped immediately when he heard this, but did not turn around. He cursed that good people will not live long, and harm will last for thousands of years.
George is still yelling
"Hey, I just saw that you have a lot of good stuff there. Since you are so generous, why don't you give us some bone soup or something, just for one day!"
Waiting until the shadows of Xiaoqiang and others disappeared around the corner, George turned around angrily, cursed the few plainclothes men hiding in the van, and then threw the broken camera in his hand.
"You bunch of losers, go back and write me a self-reflection book! At least a thousand words each!"
Several plainclothes men responded dejectedly. Their performance today was indeed very poor and did not bring out the prestige of the police at all, but this was normal.
No matter who is surrounded by dozens of armed men in black, they dare not say anything harsh. Maybe that blind little guy will get hot-headed and kill himself with one shot.
After all, this is just a job, and work does not require people to sacrifice their lives in exchange for pay. Otherwise, it is not a job, but a belief.
Although George had the upper hand, he was alone, and this was the territory of the Zhaotian Gang. He won the favor, lost face, and was in a bad mood, so he left angrily.