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These are almost the elite of the Vietnamese gang, and the person at the front is short in stature, with dark skin, and a pair of bright eyes. He is about fifty years old. It takes almost no guessing. Zhang Yang knows that this is the boss of the Vietnamese gang. : Brother Qiang.
In New York's Chinatown, a gang known for its ferocity - the Vietnamese Gang - is active.
The members of the Vietnam Gang are all former South Vietnamese soldiers, and all of them are agile. They all wore black clothes and black trousers, had dark skin, were short in stature, and fought fiercely.
The Vietnamese Gang is a rising gang in Chinatown. This area has been controlled by the Huaqing Gang in the past. Since the Vietnamese Gang broke in, this situation of dominance by the Huaqing Gang has been broken. They went around picking up shirts and competing for territory, and their reputations quickly rose. The Huaqing gang in Chinatown have all fought against them and know how powerful they are.
The most striking feature of Vietnamese gangs during robberies is that they are not fluent in both Chinese and English, so they use both Chinese and English. As long as the person involved hears the cry: "eVeRyBody, get down!", he will know that it is a Vietnamese gang coming to rob him.
The spiritual figure in the Vietnamese gang is Li Xingqiang, known as Brother Qiang.
It is said that Brother Qiang fought in Chinatown in his early years and brought all the Vietnamese under his command. However, it has been rumored recently that Brother Qiang has rarely taken care of things anymore. In fact, he has become the spiritual leader of the Vietnamese.
As soon as Brother Qiang walked in, Kara stood up, nodded and retreated. Obviously, he did not want to get involved in the struggle of this Asian gang. For them, neither the Asian Big Circle Gang nor the Vietnamese Gang were him. If you want to mess with them, these gangs may not be as rich as the mafia, but their personnel are more mobile, more cruel, and more desperate in their fights. This is incomparable to Western gang organizations.
Just as Kara walked out of the conference room, the conference room suddenly fell into silence for a moment.
Brother Qiang's head was a little gray, and his eyes were always fixed on a short young man sitting in the opposite seat. The young man was carelessly playing with a silver pistol. The pistol kept changing in his hands, and sometimes break up. Suitable for combination, there are some irregular golden bullets scattered on the conference table...
It was almost the first sight when I came in. Brother Qiang put all his energy into this short young man. This young man has extremely dexterous hands. The pistol kept beating in his hand as if it were alive. This gave him a huge mental pressure.
Brother Qiang suddenly felt a trace of regret. He shouldn't be attending this meeting. seem. Things were not as simple as he thought.
certainly. Brother Qiang was just thinking about it. Even if he knew there was danger, he would still come. because. He is the spiritual leader of the Vietnamese gang. Now. There were internal divisions in the Vietnamese gang. As a boss. The thing to worry about is not external forces. On the contrary, it is an internal contradiction.
And just when Brother Qiang paid attention to Zhang Yang. Several strong men looked at Ruan Wenwu with angry expressions. A few people looked like they were ready to make a move.
"Brother Qiang. I am Wenwu. Remember me!" It was Ruan Wenwu who spoke first.
"Of course I remember. You are Chishan's nephew. What happened this time..."
"Brother Qiang!" Ruan Wenwu stood up and interrupted Brother Qiang: "Brother Qiang, I respect you. I also know that it was you who led everyone to take root in San Francisco and build the country. However, I have to say , The current Vietnamese gang is not as united as it used to be, and they are all just seizing the time to pursue their own selfish interests. I will fight for everyone, but when I am in the most difficult time, who will help me? "
Ruan Wenwu's gaze was like a blade as he patrolled the surrounding area when some Vietnamese met his gaze. They couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid it. Obviously, Ruan Wenwu talked about their weakness.
"Wenwu. I also know some things. However, for many things, you cannot entirely blame the brothers. You also know your bad temper. Although many brothers have benefited from him, who has not suffered because of his bad temper?"
"Yes, yes, everyone knows your bad temper..."
From the words of Brother Qiang and the echoes of some people, I could immediately tell that Ruan Chishan might have a weird and tough personality. He offended many people in the Vietnam Gang, so he always added insult to injury when he was in trouble.
"I don't care. In short, my boss is dead. I want to take back everything that belongs to my boss. After I get what I deserve, we will never interact with each other until death. If I take what I deserve, If there are still people who stop me, the worst I can do is lose my life..."
"Peng!" With a sound, Ruan Wenwu's military thorn was stabbed hard on the conference table, his eyes gleaming fiercely.
"Xiao Wu, we didn't kill you. It's none of our business. What should we do if you kill our boss?" A young man with a thick build and fierce eyes seemed not to be afraid of Ruan Wenwu, and stood up suddenly and shouted.
"Xiaoqiang, even though I'm stubborn, it's not your turn to bully me yet. Don't tell me you didn't hit my girl, right?" Ruan Wenwu sneered.
"So what if it's us who are attacking the land? You violated the gang rules and brought our women to other people's spheres of influence to do business. Are we still polite to you?"
"Xiaoqiang, if I don't take the woman away, will I take her to the Vietnamese gang? Do I, Ruan Wenwu, still have a foothold in the Vietnamese gang?"
"..." Xiaoqiang opened his mouth but no words came out. Obviously, he is a guy who is not good at words.
"Let me tell you, all the women I bring in the future are mine. I will not give one to you. Anyone who is dissatisfied can just come to me." Ruan Wenwu said with a sinister smile on his face.
"Holy shit, kill our boss, you still dare to be so arrogant..."
Suddenly, the young man named Xiaoqiang suddenly took out a pistol from under his shirt. Almost at the same time, the other four people also drew their guns.
Awesome!
Right in the middle of this electric light...
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Zhang Yang fired without any warning, five shots! After five gunshots, there were a series of falling sounds, including the fierce and sturdy Xiaoqiang, who fell to the ground. There was a bullet hole in their heart. In fact, they did not even scream. It can be seen that this How accurate are bullets.
The conference room suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and everyone's muscles were tense, but. No one dared to move, not even Brother Qiang.
Brother Qiang's eyes were fixed on the young man on the table. At this time, the young man was blowing the smoke from the muzzle of his gun gently, as if he had done something insignificant and looked lazy. Looking scattered...
The pressure did not seem to relax because of Zhang Yang's laziness. The air was filled with a feeling of heart palpitations.
In fact, Zhang Yang had disassembled the pistol and placed it on the conference table, and the spare parts of the gun were scattered on the table.
Looking at the pile of spare parts, no one dared to look down upon it, because just before Zhang Yang shot, the pistol was also a spare part...
This is a master who plays with guns. As for what level this master has reached, no one knows, because. Even some legendary figures who are powerful with guns cannot reach that level beyond people's imagination.
"I almost forgot to tell you that I hate guns, so. When I see someone pulling out a gun in front of me, I will have an uncontrollable urge to shoot. Haha, you don't have to look at me, just keep going, keep going, Negotiation has to be done..."
Seeing Zhang Yang's friendly smile, everyone felt a chill running down their spines. This young man is like a devil, killing people while talking and laughing, as if there are more than five lives lying on the ground.
Brother Qiang controlled the beating of his heart. He was also the character rolling on the tip of the knife. Naturally, he felt the look of indifference hidden in Zhang Yang's smile. This was a disregard for life. People with such eyes would kill people. Definitely not calculated in tens...
After World War II, someone once studied the psychology and eyes of some snipers. A qualified sniper will have a deep disregard for life. Often, the eyes of a sniper who has hunted hundreds of people are very terrifying, and the mental power generated makes it impossible for ordinary people to look at each other.
Now, the short young man on the opposite side gives Brother Qiang this feeling.
Who is he
Brother Qiang racked his brains to think, but there was no clue. He was a little confused. He knew nothing about such an outstanding gunman. If only he had known that such a high-level gunman was here. He will never risk his life...
Unfortunately, it was too late. The snipers he ambushed outside were not effective at all. Of course, Brother Qiang's main purpose of arranging the ambush outside was to prevent Kara from killing the leader of their Vietnamese gang, rather than to deal with little people like Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu.
Now, Ruan Wenwu and Su Dafeng are no longer small figures, because beside him, there is a super gunner. This mysterious gunman's movements are filled with a strange power.
"Wen Wu, what are your requests? Since everyone is here today, put everything on the table and make it clear."
Brother Qiang took a deep breath and threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind. He had no choice today. The only way was to calm down Ruan Wenwu before talking.
"Boss, please be patient. We don't mean to make trouble with you. Wen and Wu just want to get back what belongs to them. In fact, everyone is looking for money. There is gold everywhere in the United States and no one can make it all. We use Don't fight in the nest and let the old fox Carla laugh..." Su Dafeng stood up and said.
"Continue!" Brother Qiang and a group of Vietnamese all nodded. Su Dafeng's words touched their hearts. Indeed, internal strife in a gang is a joke for others.
"Our demands are not high. The boss of the entertainment city used to be the brother of the civil and military boss. He did something that was sorry for the civil and military boss. Now, he is dead. I think the one who was beaten to death just now should also be his. With my capable men, everyone should have no problem with the entertainment city being transferred to Wenwu, right?"
"this… "
Brother Qiang opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment but did not speak. Although he was the boss, he was only a spiritual leader and had no actual rights over such important distribution of interests.
Immediately, not only Brother Qiang hesitated, but also everyone else whispered. After all, what was involved now was a piece of land, a land where money was made every day. Many bosses would never be able to own a real property in the United States, let alone one. In large entertainment cities, there are many coveted people, and everyone hopes to get something for nothing.
"Crack!"
A metallic scraping sound interrupted some people's murmurs, and the conference room immediately fell into a chilling silence again.
I saw the short young man assembling the pistol on the table with concentration on his face, moving extremely slowly. Of course, this slow movement seemed to be full of magic, making people feel breathless... ( Quanben Novel Network www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)