Everyone in the container looked at the young man with black-rimmed eyes with disdain. The angry glances from some women's eyes seemed to burn the four-eyed dog to ashes, and the young man seemed to feel it too. Seeing the angry eyes around him, he stared down at his toes with a blank expression on his face. w w w. q u a n b e n .c o m Even Zhang Yang sighs, how fragile love appears in the face of the threat of power and the choice of life.
In fact, Zhang Yang sympathized with this man. In this case, persistence could not change his fate. However, a man with glasses should not push a woman away. Zhang Yang believed that what really made the woman sad was the man pushing her away. Even, Zhang Yang also believes that if a man with glasses is in danger, the woman is likely to be willing to use her body to save the man's life...
The moment everyone turned their attention away from the four-eyed man, the Indian Ah San had already approached the steel stairs step by step, and below the stairs was where the two Vietnamese were staying. This was a must-pass land.
In fact, the place where Zhang Yang and the two Vietnamese are staying is the best location besides the building in the building. It is the farthest away from the big plastic toilet and the closest to the vent above the building in the building. However, when Zhang Yang started to come in with a group of people, it was strange that no one was sitting in such a good seat. Now, Zhang Yang finally understood. Obviously, no one wanted to approach the stairwell of the middle floor of this building. This was a Very dangerous place…
What a murderous aura!
Zhang Yang felt that the young Vietnamese man was filled with murderous intent. It seemed that this young man was like an unsheathed, sharp sword.
Zhang Yang stared closely at the hand holding the knife. He wanted to see how fast the young man's hand was. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang was disappointed because the thirty-year-old Vietnamese held it tightly with one hand. The hand holding the knife and the muscular arm were full of strength. Let young people do nothing.
The young man glared at the middle-aged man with an angry look, as if flames were about to burst out of his eyes.
Middle-aged Vietnamese ignore the anger of young people. His mouth moved upward, and the young man's flame-spewing eyes almost subconsciously raised his head to look at the building in the middle of the building. Immediately, his pupils contracted, like pinholes.
I saw a lazy-looking big man leaning on the guardrail upstairs. On the big man's thighs wearing jeans, there was actually a row of bright and sharp throwing knives hanging on his thighs. At first glance, it is a flying knife, because the streamlined shape of the blade is different from that of ordinary daggers. It is top-heavy and the most important thing is that the tail of the knife has a red silk.
The big man leaned lazily on the iron railing. but. A pair of eyes is extremely sharp. Stare closely at the young man. One of his hands was hanging down. Faintly touching the dark red wooden handle of the flying knife...
"!"
Just when the young man looked at the big man upstairs. Sudden. "Huh" sound of strong wind. But young people dodge quickly. The huge dagger in the Indian's hand still grazed the side of the young man's head. immediately. The skin is torn. Blood spilled.
"Hehe..." The Indian hand-held wrench looked at the young man with a disapproving smile.
"You..." The young man's eyes showed a ferocious look like a beast. The body stood up suddenly. pity. His hand was still in the middle-aged Vietnamese's hand. Pulled away by a middle-aged Vietnamese. His body stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Uncle!" The young man's forehead was bleeding. He looked at the middle-aged Vietnamese man with a fierce expression. The middle-aged Vietnamese still remained silent. He shook his head firmly. The muscular arms grabbed the young man tightly and wouldn't let go.
The young man sat slumped on the ground, not caring about the blood on his forehead. He bowed his head and remained silent. The sharp fruit knife made a violent friction sound on the floor of the container, which made people palpitate. Obviously. Young people are venting their psychological hatred.
The Indian grinned a few times and followed the beautiful young woman up the stairs...
"Hey, this is the sixth woman." Su Dafeng sighed.
"Why didn't anyone resist?" Zhang Yang suppressed his violent mood and asked with a long sigh of relief.
"Resist? How to resist? There are many of them, more than ten, and most of the people in this container are from many countries, and most of them are women. Even if there are men, they are also honest people. If there are more People like me have already killed that group of people, how can we allow them to be arrogant?" Su Dafeng said angrily.
"That's true." Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully.
"Hahaha… "
"Ha ha… "
While Zhang Yang and Su Dafeng were chatting, there was a sound of tearing clothes and laughter from upstairs, followed closely by a sound of a woman crying in humiliation...
An atmosphere of grief and anger filled the container, and everyone imagined that the young woman upstairs was being insulted by a group of beast-like men. "No!" Zhang Yang stood up abruptly.
"Brother, you are not young anymore, are you still a hot-blooded young man? They are Vietnamese, and their men have not moved. Why should we be anxious?" The young man teased Zhang Yang who stood up.
"..." Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment and sat down. Indeed, he didn't need to care. There were too many unfair things in this world. Things like the law of the jungle and the strong taking advantage of each other happened every day. He couldn't control it and couldn't control it.
At this time, the young Vietnamese seemed to understand Su Dafeng's words. He clenched his teeth tightly and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he was desperately suppressing the flames of anger, and the middle-aged Vietnamese He kept patting the back of the young man's hand to comfort him.
"Unless you are sure to kill them all in one go, you will be in big trouble in the future." Su Dafeng whispered.
"Why?"
"Because they all have underworld backgrounds and are not fugitives. This smuggling route has always been controlled by them. Even the fierce Vietnamese gang can't do anything to them, because they are rich and powerful, and among several The country also has a political background, and their boss is Srivastava, the notorious gangster in India... "
"Srivastava?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned. Although he was not familiar with the underground forces in various countries, he had heard about them to some extent. And he had never heard of this name.
"Srivastava is not a simple figure in India. He has been accused of murder, kidnapping, extortion, etc. He was involved in 40 cases, but since his arrest in 1995, he has never pleaded guilty to any crime. The Delhi police in India accused Srivastava of conspiring with businessman Shah to kill Sunega in 1992. Sunega was an employee of Shah and was murdered soon after he had a dispute with Shah due to a financial dispute. The police accused Srivastava of Thawar hired someone to do it, but the judge ruled that Srivastava had nothing to do with it. Currently, Srivastava still has 6 cases pending. According to Indian law, he will lose his qualification to run for parliament only after he is convicted by the court. Courts often rule on charges years or even decades after suspects are arrested. Among the current 403 MPs in Uttar Pradesh, 106 have pending charges of murder, kidnapping and other crimes. State MP Yadav is also in prison. Won the parliamentary election. Indian media reported that Srivastava was still controlling the extortion business outside the bars in prison, but the lawyer said he was innocent..." "He is indeed a character!" Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh that this world is full of wonders. In prison, Not to mention continuing to commit crimes, he actually wants to run for parliament. Of course, this is only possible in this magical country like India.
"What's most powerful about him is not his presence, but his influence. He has close ties with Indonesian gangs, Filipino gangs, and the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi. This is the main reason why he can monopolize this smuggling route."
"This shipping line does not pass through India, why can he control it?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. If it is not surprising that there are gangs in the Philippines controlling this line, it is not surprising that there are gangs in Vietnam, but. It would be a bit strange if there were Indian gangsters.
"There is no reason. I can only say that the Vietnamese gangsters are rubbish. There is no other explanation..." Su Dafeng looked at the two Vietnamese with contempt.
"Who are you calling trash?"
Astonishingly, the young man stood up suddenly and actually spoke fluent Chinese. Of course, Zhang Yang and Su Dafeng were not surprised. In Vietnam, there are many people who understand Chinese. It’s not unusual for a guy like this, who leads women all over the world to make money, to master the Chinese language.
"You. Aren't you just rubbish? You watch your compatriots being bullied and remain indifferent, and it's at your doorstep. Hehe, if you're not rubbish, who is rubbish..."
"brush… "
The sharp fruit knife in the young man's hand turned into a cold light and fell on Su Dafeng's thick neck like a meteor. At this time, Su Dafeng sat on the ground with a look of astonishment. Obviously, he did not expect that the young man would suddenly attack. , while the young man was half-kneeling on the ground, showing an attack state.
"Say it again!" The young Vietnamese's eyes seemed to be burning.
"You... you... you dare... I am from the Daquan Gang... If you are not afraid of the fight between the Vietnam Gang and the Daquan Gang, just kill me..." Su Dafeng's rosy face suddenly turned pale, but he still maintained his composure.
"As long as you dare to say it again, I will." The young man's eyes were red and the fruit knife in his hand did not move at all.
"Put down the knife." The middle-aged Vietnamese man's deep voice was full of pressure.
"Uncle!" The young man looked angry and seemed to have reached the point where he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Put down the knife!" The middle-aged Vietnamese man's voice deepened.
"!" The young man punched the ground hard, put away the knife angrily, and sat down on the ground again.
The crisis disappeared, and the huge energy gathered in Zhang Yang's arms slowly dispersed to his limbs.
Zhang Yang suddenly discovered that this journey was very interesting, with strange things and strange people...
Except for the gasping and tearing sounds upstairs, there was a sudden silence inside the container. Su Dafeng seemed to be a little shaken. He took a long breath. Zhang Yang could feel his heart beating violently. Zhang Yang found that this young man was not as good as him. Looks strong on the surface. "Why do you know so many secrets?" Zhang Yang suddenly couldn't understand Su Dafeng. It was obvious that this person was using the chicken feather from the Daquan Gang as an arrow. However, it was such a little gangster who pretended to be powerful. , actually knows some secrets of the Big Circle Gang and the Indian Gang. Judging from his performance, he should also have a certain understanding of the Vietnamese Gang.
"Because Lao Mao is my idol. He knows himself and his enemy. He will win every battle!"
"..." Zhang Yang could only be speechless.
"Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Su Dafeng asked suddenly.
"This..." Zhang Yang was speechless again. He didn't expect this guy to take the initiative to say it. And without any shame
"Let me ask you a question." Su Dafeng stared into Zhang Yang's eyes and said.
"Um?"
"Are you afraid of death?" Su Dafeng asked seriously.
"Be afraid..."
Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and spit out two words. In this world, it is not easy to find people who are not afraid of death. After all, people only live once.
"Yes, big men like Lao Mao are also afraid of death. What does it matter if I am afraid of death? There is no conflict between fear of death and doing a great career. Moreover, being afraid of death and not being afraid of death are completely different things. For example, if I die for my career , Naturally, I deserved my death. If I were killed by a Vietnamese bastard, it would be a great injustice..."
As Su Dafeng spoke, he looked warily at the young Vietnamese who was scribbling on the ground with a fruit knife. Obviously, he was still afraid that the Vietnamese would suddenly act out again.
"Ahem... That makes sense. What big business are you planning to do?"
"I said it at first."
"Unify the Great Circle Gang?"
"Yes, I want to twist the big circle of loose sand into a rope!" Su Dafeng's eyes were filled with a fanatical expression, and anyone could see it. He doesn't just talk the talk, he walks the walk.
"Do you have any ceremonial guards?" Zhang Yang asked with interest.
"No, I have no money, I have no power, but I have a brain. During my two years of self-cultivation in China, I collected information on almost the top 100 gang organizations in the world. I have a complete overall plan... " The young man lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard. However, the voice actually gave Zhang Yang a kind of bewitching power. This was not a simple young man, and Zhang Yang suspected that this guy had done MLM work.
"Plan..." Zhang Yang always had a feeling that this guy was a guy with great ambitions but little talent. "Do you know about the Yamaguchi-gumi?"
Subconsciously. Zhang Yang had a desire to test this young man.
"The Yamaguchi Group!" Su Dafeng said with pursed lips: "If I don't even know about the Yamaguchi Group, one of the biggest enemies of the Daquan Gang, then I'm a fool!"
"Haha. Tell me." Zhang Yang looked at this guy's expression and couldn't help but smile.
"Brother Zhang, I see that you are no more than two years older than me. Look at your little arms and legs, which are white and tender. You have a gentle and quiet look. You are Chinese and I am only telling you so much. If it were anyone else, , I will never reveal the news." Su Dafeng said mysteriously.
"Ahem..." Zhang Yang looked at his white and tender arms and couldn't help but sweat profusely. As the level of "The Immortal Road" improved, his muscles were not as strong as before, and they appeared to be well-proportioned. The feeling of strength gives people a very weak feeling.
"To tell you a secret, the Yamaguchi-gumi has been hit globally recently."
"Well, how about it?" Zhang Yang was shocked. He didn't expect that Su Dafeng actually knew this secret.
"I don't know the inside story, and I don't know who the enemies of the Yamaguchi-gumi are. However, I have inferred from some criminal organizations looking for partners again. Also, several drug dealers I know also said that they cannot cooperate with the Japanese superiors. Through comprehensive speculation, I believe that the Yamaguchi Group must have encountered the biggest disaster in history. Now is the best time to fight the drowned dog. I must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... "
sharp!
sharp!
Really awesome!
Zhang Yang couldn't help but secretly marvel. Although this guy was terribly ambitious, he was not lacking in talent. He was able to analyze the crisis that the Yamaguchi group had encountered through just a little bit of information. It must be said that he was very thoughtful.
"Do you know why I have to rush to the United States now?" Su Dafeng looked around and whispered. "Um?"
"I just saw that the Yamaguchi-gumi had a problem, so I had to rush to the United States to fight for the Yamaguchi-gumi's territory. This was my only chance. If I couldn't seize this opportunity, I would never be happy again in my life. It's rare to have such an opportunity..." Su Dafeng's face suddenly turned gloomy.
"What are you going to do if you don't get the chance?"
"Be a chef..." Su Dafeng said dejectedly: "I am a chef. However, my cooking skills are very poor. I can't survive at home, even if I can coax a group of foreigners abroad. When I am a chef, in addition to There’s no benefit to building up a body of muscle anymore, and besides, I hate being a chef, I hate…”
"The chef is not bad. By the way, are you really from the big circle gang?" Looking at the frustrated Su Dafeng, Zhang Yang held back his smile. He suddenly thought of Brother Dao. Brother Dao was also born as a chef and became a rich man halfway. Gangster, I didn't expect to meet someone like Brother Dao again today. Of course, Su Dafeng and Brother Dao are very different, and Brother Dao can be called a real gangster.
"No..." Su Dafeng lowered his voice and said: "Don't tell others. I don't think you are connected to the underworld before I tell you. In fact, I just work in a restaurant in Chinatown. The owner of the restaurant is The boss of the Big Circle Gang, so I was called a member of the Big Circle Gang after I returned to China. However, two years ago, I helped my boss take on a life case. I think that when I return to Chinatown this time, I should be able to officially join the Big Circle Gang. Helped..." "Don't worry, I won't tell others..."
Just before Zhang Yang could finish his words, suddenly, there was an extreme silence inside the container. Zhang Yang looked up and saw the beautiful young woman stumbling down the stairs holding on to the railing with a haggard look. Her clothes were in rags and her body was large. There is a large expanse of snow-white skin on the outside, and some eye-catching scratches can also be seen.
The people sitting on the ground consciously made a way for her. The young woman who walked down the stairs took a look around the container with a dull look on her face, and suddenly collapsed beside the stairs, lowered her head and started crying.
"Li..." The man wearing black-rimmed glasses crawled to the woman's side and shouted in a low voice.
"roll!"
"Li, I..."
"Go away, I don't know you!" The beautiful young woman suddenly pushed the man away and looked at the man blankly.
"I..." The man tried to defend himself.
"Let you go!" The young Vietnamese man holding a fruit knife suddenly raised his head, his small eyes shooting out a thrilling light.
Seeing the Vietnamese's fierce gaze, the man with glasses ran away with his head in his hands.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound of footsteps, and two burly men were seen walking down the stairs. One was an old guy with a curly head, and his upper body was all fat. The other was a big man with a beard, at least two meters tall, walking down from the stairs. While going up and down, my head hit the top of the container.
The container once again fell into extreme silence, and an atmosphere of fear spread crazily. Some women hugged each other tightly and buried their heads in their chests, trying to avoid the naked gazes of the two people. (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)