Zhang Mengbiao squinted his eyes and looked at Guo Huai. At this time, he noticed again that the existence that made him uncomfortable all the time seemed to really make him uncomfortable now.
"I can't say exactly what relationship I have with the Hongmen, but since the old man keeps calling the kid a bad guy, then I, a bad guy, can't let the old man call it for nothing, don't you think so?" Guo Huai took a step forward, squinting Said with eyes closed.
"Boy, I don't care who you are, Hongmen's affairs are beyond your control." As he spoke, Zhang Mengbiao snatched a pistol from a subordinate next to him and pointed it at Guo Huai's head, "Stinky boy, it's your fault." Blame you for coming to the Xiangtang meeting this time, go to hell."
"Bang!" At such a short distance, no one would believe that Zhang Mengbiao would miss, but when everyone regained their composure, they found that the boy named Guo Huai was still standing there, and the gun in Zhang Mengbiao's hand exploded. There was green smoke, but it wasn't Guo Huai who got shot.
"Ah, my hand, I..." Zhang Mengbiao shouted heart-piercingly. Only a few people in the entire meeting room saw clearly what happened just now. The moment Zhang Mengbiao fired, Guo Bad lightning twisted his wrist, and the bullet shot directly through his shoulder.
"Chen Hong, what are you doing in a daze, tell your men to shoot, shoot all of them." Zhang Mengbiao shouted loudly with his arms drooping.
"Nizi, you are really naughty. Originally, Brother Wantong told us that we didn't believe it. I didn't expect that you would actually do such a thing." The three old men came in from the side door, and suddenly The yelling Zhang Mengbiao gritted his teeth and stopped talking.
"Dad, you're not in Chicago, when did you come to San Francisco?" Chen Hong walked quickly to the old man and asked loudly.
"If I'm still in Chicago, you don't want to pierce the sky. What do you want to do? Kill all the people in this room? Then kill me first, you bastard." Chen Hong's old man cursed loudly .
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and everyone was stunned. The pistol in Xiang Xinghui's hand rang out. It was none other than his own father who was shot in the chest. The old man wanted to say something, but he said nothing. No words came out.
"Xiang Xinghui, what are you doing? He's your father." Hong Wantong roared loudly. He was about to step forward to stop Xiang Xinghui, but was stopped by Hong Weilong who had recovered.
"Zhang Mengbiao, Chen Hong, things have come to this point, and we have no turning back. We can't hold back now. Think about it, not only the three of us, but also all the brothers in the three halls. Shoot them, kill them, kill them." Xiang Xinghui yelled loudly, and stuffed the gun into Chen Hong's hand.
"Hong, kill my father, I'll give you an extra 100 million, kill him." Zhang Mengbiao said loudly with red eyes.
With a sound of "Bang!", there was another gunshot in the meeting hall, and then a figure walked directly beside Zhang Mengbiao and Chen Hong. The two squatted on the ground, and Guo Huai had three more guns in his hand. Xiang Xinghui's eyes widened, he couldn't die anymore.
When the two were arguing, Xiang Xinghui pointed the gun at Guo Huai, but the moment he fired, Guo Huai shot again like lightning, and the bullets shot out, and many of Guo Huai's hits were himself. .
"Mr. Hong, a group of people don't know how to repent. Do you have to wait for them to shoot the other brothers in the three halls before you are willing to be cruel? If so, you will disappoint me too much." Guo Huai turned to Hong Wantong said loudly, at this time Hong Wantong showed a ruthless look in his eyes, stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers in the air, all the eight secret doors of the meeting hall opened, followed by a burst of gunshots, Zhang Mengbiao and Chen Hong stared wide-eyed Lying on the ground, the dead can no longer die.
"Sect master, sect master, we are guilty, we are wrong, it is all arranged by Zhang Mengbiao, and has nothing to do with us." Zhang Dahu looked at the two dead bodies without a piece of good meat, and directly knelt on the ground.
The hall masters of the Confidential Hall, Henghou Hall, and Guanshi Hall also knelt down on the ground, and a group of hall disciples with guns threw their guns on the ground in unison. More than a dozen men in black came out of the door, with one yard of m4 in their hands, which is not enough to look at with just this little thing in their hands.
"Head, there are gunshots inside, should we go in and take a look." A young man asked an old policeman in the American police station guarding the door.
"What are you looking at, Terry, don't you know that you have been in Chinatown for so long? Chinese people set off firecrackers when they have a meeting. Can't you hear the sound of firecrackers just now?" The old policeman turned to the young man named Terry. the policeman said loudly.
Terry nodded slightly, but the sound just now was obviously a gunshot, but seeing the nervous expression on the old policeman's face, he naturally didn't ask any more questions.
"Hongmen has a history of more than 200 years. In the past, we were called thieves. We would be stared at by people with the word "thief". In the past ten years, we have been trying to get rid of these two words. I hope everyone can live a good life." Hong Wantong glanced at the dead bodies on the ground and said softly.
"Zuotang, Guantang, and Zhitang have been in contact with General Songcha of the Golden Triangle since July last year. Recently, they have a deal worth up to 1.8 billion US dollars. The three of them may not know about it. The U.S. authorities have long been eyeing this huge deal, as long as the fans reach the U.S., the hard work of the past ten years will be over, and the 1.8 billion fans will be accounted for by the entire Hongmen." Hong Wantong After finishing speaking, everyone in the meeting hall widened their eyes. No wonder the Xiangtang meeting was held in such a hurry. It turned out to be this matter.
"I won't say anything about how they treat me. I have a very good relationship with the old hall masters. Even if a few juniors take the old man's life, it is worth it for the old man to live until now, but I can't look at it. The 200-year foundation of Hongmen is ruined in my hands." Hong Wantong said loudly, "Mo Yunyu, let all the brothers from the three outer halls come in. I have something to say to them, and there are four other outer halls. Mouth brother."
Not long after, a group of people entered the meeting hall. The first thing they saw was the corpse on the ground, and then they were silent. They naturally recognized the people on the ground, and they were very disturbed now.
"Brothers in Hongmen, something big happened to Hongmen today. You must know why it happened better than me, but the result may be different from what you think." Hong Wantong said while holding the microphone.
"The annual development of Hongmen has been much slower than in previous years, and the money given to everyone every month is also limited, but I hope that everyone can persist for a few more years. After a few years, I believe that everyone will be able to see a brand new Hongmen. Of course, I can’t not pursue today’s matter, but I just want to tell everyone that no matter how much you participate in this matter, since the three hall masters are dead, no one will die again. The new hall master has passed, I hope you will help the new hall master well, after three years, I will implement the door rules for today's matter according to the performance of all of you." Hong Wantong's words made a group of people raise their heads slightly , This is the main door to let everyone go.
"Sect master, we are guilty, please punish the sect master." It is unknown who knelt on the ground first, and then all the disciples in the three inner halls and four outer halls knelt on the ground.
"Get up, everyone. If you are really dissatisfied with Hongmen, you can leave Hongmen. I guarantee that Hongmen will never trip you behind the scenes." Hong Wantong said again.
At this time, no one in the audience said a word anymore, Hong Wantong nodded lightly, and the turmoil in Hongmen can finally come to an end. (end of this chapter)