The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 317 Dividing the spoils
Li Changan is dead!

Zhihongtang, Yakuza, Pingchuan faction, Seven Star Gang and others all gathered in the north of the island, surrounded by well-trained mercenaries.

Professional mercenaries are different. They don't ask why, they don't care about morality, and take completing tasks as their highest goal and honor.

Now that the members of the Weismoyer Society suddenly disappeared, the remaining four dark forces began to discuss "enthusiastically". The key issue of the discussion was how to divide the spoils.

Li Changan and his party have a total head value of more than 5000 million US dollars. After deducting the remuneration of the major forces and mercenaries, there will be more than 1 million left. This distribution is very troublesome.But the most important thing is that 50% of the output of Lebanon's Bekaa Valley ash products is exclusively supplied.

"Everyone, listen to me." Zhihongtang old man said in a deep voice, "It's really hard to say who can take Li Changan's head now, there will definitely be a fierce battle later, and we have to work together to be fully successful." Therefore, I suggest that the party that kills Li Changan in the end can get 30% of the supply, and the remaining 20%, how about the remaining three parties?"

"How to divide the 20%? I think it's better that the side that kills Li Chang'an gets 20%, and the remaining 30% is divided among the three." The boss of the Seven Star Gang said hesitantly.

The representatives of the Hirakawa faction took a look at the Yakuza people. Among the four factions present, the Hirakawa faction and the Yakuza were the most professional when it came to the trading of narcotics.

These two dark forces started their business by relying on Aipin. Whether it is trading routes or trading customers, they are much more professional than Zhi Hongtang and the Seven Stars Gang.

The deputy leader of the Japanese Yakuza glanced at the representative of the Hirakawa faction, and both of them showed a clear expression in their eyes.

The situation at the scene was a bit interesting. Originally, the Pingchuan faction and Zhihongtang were in an alliance, but now, Yakuza might need a third party to intervene. The representatives of the two families quietly walked into the woods through discussions.

Yakuza's deputy leader took out a cigarette, and Hirakawa's representative hurriedly took out a lighter and lit it for him.

"Yakuza has always been the number one in the shipment of narcotics in Asia." The representative of Hirakawa said with a smile: "But in Southeast Asia, because of the current government's anti-drug policy, your market has been unable to open."

Yakuza's deputy leader said, "What do you want?"

The representative of the Pingchuan faction pursed his lips: "Just send it to Hong Tang and the Seven Stars Gang, and give them special supplies for those poisonous products, but they can't sell them. I like you, why don't we cooperate, we can help you open the South Asian market, and sell them to Australia. Direction to expand sales routes, don't forget, we have ships..."

Yakuza's deputy leader shook hands with him after he finished smoking a cigarette.

The two big hands clenched tightly, and then a strange figure jumped out of the shadow of the forest, and a thin sharp knife wiped the neck of the representative of the Pingchuan faction.

Blood burst out, and the representative of the Pingchuan faction made a gurgling sound in his throat. He turned his head in disbelief, and saw the old man in Zhihongtang.

"What an idiot!" Zhihongtang old man laughed in a low voice: "Now that the world is integrated, you think it's the drug sales model 20 years ago, idiot, we Zhihongtang control a quarter of the world's Internet Sales channels, do you think Yakuza will take a fancy to your broken transport ships?"

The old man at Zhihong Hall happily shook hands with the leader of Yakuza: "When Li Chang'an is killed, the Pingchuan faction will be eliminated, and we can get another share."

"What about the Seven Star Gang?" Yakuza leader asked in a deep voice.

The old man Zhihongtang pursed his lips and smiled: "It's such a long journey back to South Korea from this isolated island, something will always happen."

The two laughed sinisterly together. At this moment, under a bush not far from the two of them, a pair of faint eyes flickered and then disappeared.

Li Changan took Weiwei and the others to the boulder arena. In the eyes of others, this was a choice to seek death.

In the current situation, the best choice is to hide in the isolated island before dawn, and find a way to light up the smoke after dawn to attract ships in the nearby sea area and wait for an opportunity to escape.

The second option is to disperse and escape. Several people are divided into parts in different directions, so that the chance of escaping is greater.

But Li Chang'an chose the most impossible way. He boarded the empty boulder arena in the center of the isolated island, exposing himself to all the firepower.

"What if they really shoot?" Ji Yeyue asked with a frown. She knew the opponent's firepower best. Under such a devastating blow, even if she had some cultivation, it was impossible to resist it.

Li Chang'an smiled slightly: "Have you heard the story of monks carrying water? One monk carried water to eat, two monks carried water to eat, and three monks had no water to eat. Now, there are at least four monks in front of us. They will not directly Whoever shoots must score the spoils and negotiate before attacking us."

Weiwei and the others looked up, and sure enough those mercenaries and killers were all around the outside of the ring, but they didn't take the initiative to attack, as if they were waiting for something.

At this time, Li Changan suddenly took out his mobile phone and pressed it lightly. A video shot in the dark appeared. It was the video of Yakuza and Zhi Hongtang assassinating the representative of the Pingchuan faction. The fresh video was shot on the spot just now. The conversation was recorded in high-definition.

Weiwei turned her head to look, and was very surprised: "Li, how did you take this picture?"

Li Chang'an smiled faintly, and handed the phone to Lan Ruo: "You find a way to pass this video on to the Vietnamese Pingchuan faction and the Seven Stars gang, and then let's watch a good show first."

Lan Ruo pursed her lips and smiled, and after holding the phone, her figure became faint, and then disappeared in front of everyone.

After a while, Lan Ruo Youyou's figure came back again, smiling at Li Chang'an, "Lan Ruo is lucky not to disgrace her life."

Li Changan took back his phone and looked at the enemy in front of him: "Next, let's see how angry the Pingchuan faction and the Seven Stars are."

Sure enough, the Pingchuan faction and the Seven Stars gang were very angry. Gunshots rang out from the north and south sides of the island at the same time, followed by chaotic shouts.

The firepower brought by the gunmen of the Seven Star Gang is not weak, and they are all equipped with the US military standard equipment. When they were "betrayed", they did not hesitate to choose the Japanese Yakuza as the target of venting.

The soldiers of the Pingchuan faction brought their mercenaries, and they had incomparable experience in fighting on the islands. After all, they were a gang composed of soldiers from Vietnam and Burma.

The two sides fought back at the same time, and the scene looked good.

Li Changan, Weiwei and the others sat on the boulder arena, occasionally blocking incoming stray bullets, and then watching those gunfire and explosions with relish, as if they were watching a fireworks show.

The four forces that landed on the island, thousands of enemies, lost more than half of their troops in this two-hour battle.

When the four dark forces re-negotiated a ceasefire and reached an agreement, it was already dawn.

There were corpses everywhere on the isolated island, and nearby carrion seabirds flew all over the sky, forming a black mass.

Li Chang'an gasped in surprise, "The ghost cultists from the Weismoyer Society didn't come out. These are all natural ghost spirits."

At this time, I didn't see any black-robed people from the Weismoye Society, but the enemies who had divided the spoils gathered here.

Two machine guns aimed at the boulder arena from different angles, and the mercenaries carrying individual rockets were also ready to go, not to mention the snipers hiding in various commanding heights and those villains holding weapons of mass destruction.

(End of this chapter)