The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 201 You Don't Talk About Martial Virtue

In a large warehouse in Brooklyn, New York.

After looking at his watch, and then looking around at the dozen or so gangsters with vigilant expressions, Old Hanke's face became even more ugly.

More than 20 minutes had passed since the agreed time, but the real master still didn't show up.

Thinking that as the leader of the "Poisonous Spurs", he has been in New York for more than 20 years, and he has hundreds of gang members under him. He is also considered the number one influential figure in the underground world, but now he is left here like a fool. After so long, according to his past temper, he would have smashed the table and left long ago, and he had to find a place afterward.

but……

Thinking of his experience of being "invited", Old Hank still couldn't harden himself after all.

…………

"Fuck! I've had enough!!"

"want
After more than ten minutes, a strong black man finally couldn't bear it, stood up abruptly, and roared in a rough voice.

Old Hanke looked at the black bald head expressionlessly, and recognized it as "Punch Abby", because the Black Fire Gang he belonged to has been crazily jumping across the death line in recent years, and has gained a lot of fame;
But well...

After all, a nigger is a nigger, and the brain capacity is really not enough.

tattoo on his neck, and then continued to lower his head and play with the cigar in his hand.

"Old Hank, Jerry, Hans..." Abby walked around like an irritable black bear, calling names one by one in a hoarse voice.

"Everyone present here, we are also well-known figures in the underground world. Who is not the master who is fearful and fearful in ordinary times?"

"And today?"

"Look at us, we were forced to come here to be mice with an inexplicable invitation card,"

"Being treated so arrogantly, you are willing to swallow your anger like this!?"

"Answer me, where is your courage?"

Abby almost roared out the last sentence.

Seeing that the expressions of several people gradually became wrong, Old Hank's expression changed. Having seen countless turbulent waves, he knew that if this brain-dead black man really stirred up group emotions, then he would be roasted on both sides by then. up.

No more hesitation at the moment, he sneered: "Why, Abby, you are getting impatient, and you are dragging us to die together?"

"Heh, you're quite courageous at this time. If you're really that brave, don't come today if you have the ability!"

Looking at the blushing Abby and the others who were gradually becoming thoughtful, Old Hank breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask with a sneer: "Abby, tell me how you got that invitation?"

Abby's expression changed upon hearing this, but she refused to make a sound.

Old Hank snorted: "Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope. There is nothing we can't talk about. Since you don't want to talk about it, let me tell you how I received this damn invitation card." of!"

Seeing the people listening as if asking for proof, Old Hank straightened his face and said with lingering fear: "The night before yesterday, I carefully chose a house at random as the place to stay that night according to the tradition of our underground world."

"You also know that I'm a bit older, just as I took a shower and planned to enjoy a glass of good red wine and sleep well..."

"Guess what I found on the bedside?"

Everyone hummed in their hearts, what else could there be, that damn invitation!

But even so, everyone still felt chills in their hearts. You must know that Old Hanke was considered to be the most crisis-conscious among the people in this group. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a loach on weekdays. No one knew where he would spend the night that day. No one knows where he will appear tomorrow, but even so, the damn invitation still easily appeared by his bedside...

Calculating the time it takes to take a bath and the speed at which the invitations appear, everyone is even more afraid of this mysterious person who has not appeared for a long time.

Old Hank looked at everyone's rapidly cooling faces, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to say in a serious tone:

"I think everyone's experience is similar to mine, and I know what it means. If the other party wants our heads, it's a matter of minutes. None of us can show up here alive."

"Hey, thinking about it, I'm afraid that among the cronies around all of us, there are people from other families. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to send invitations to us so accurately, quickly and without anyone noticing. .”

"so……"

"Abby, are you sure you want to drag everyone to dance together?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They first glanced warily at the helpers with unnatural expressions, and after getting nothing, they all stared at Abby, whose face was as dark as charcoal.

We are all human beings. At the beginning, we didn’t think about it too deeply, but after what Old Hank said, goosebumps rose on everyone’s backs.

Everyone's experience is indeed similar, and after checking the time in their hearts, they found that the time when they received the damn invitation was almost the same as that of old Hank. There is no such thing as a fucking Green Lantern in this world, except There are people from the other party in the cronies, and there is no other explanation at all.

Fortunately, old Hank reminded him in time, if he really lost his mind and made trouble with Abby, a brainless idiot...

The crowd broke out in cold sweat, but lowered their heads with fierce eyes, wondering what they were thinking about.
In the gradually congealing air, time passed by every minute.

I don't know how long it took...

"Crash!" The heavy door of the warehouse was opened.

A lazy voice came: "Oh, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for keeping everyone waiting. The sunshine in New York is so good, I couldn't help but sleep late."

"Everyone... you won't blame me, will you?"

Hearing the last sentence of this lazy voice, the group of people seemed to feel a devil approaching their necks with gritted teeth. They couldn't help shivering and raised their heads in fear...

? ? ? ? ?

What the hell, a group of Ultraman! ! ? ?
........................

Prince Lin tightened the Ultraman Zero mask on his face with some shame, for fear of revealing his true face, while Lin Keran next to him sneaked up behind Mr. Yang without any trace, trying his best to Prevent everyone from seeing the Julian Altman mask on her face.

This damn bastard, what a big negotiation scene of dog P! ?

A large-scale social death scene is right!

………………

Old Hank, Abby and the others stared blankly at Ultraman Tiga, who was the leader, and a group of Ultramans of various colors, tall or short, strong or thin, walked towards them, and they couldn't tell the difference for a while. Are you a little nervous?

shuh...

A folding chair was opened, and Ultraman Dijia, who was the leader, of course sat on it without giving in, and even made an inexplicable pose. The Ultramans of various colors behind him consciously lined up in several rows, which was quite impressive.

TNND, this broken chair is too hard, it's not fun at all!

Mr. Yang on the chair groaned inwardly, not knowing whether the trick Zhao Min learned from Yitian Tulongji was handsome or stupid in the eyes of the person in front of him.

Seeing the group of people in front of him looking at each other, but not saying a word for a long time, Mr. Yang became impatient and coughed. Lin Keran behind him reluctantly stepped forward, opened the suitcase in his hand, and handed over a big envelope to him. Yang Daguan.

Abby and the others stared at the thick envelope, and they were shocked. Could it be a meeting ceremony inside?If there are US dollar bills in it, it's a lot.

Well, these inexplicable Ultraman on the opposite side are quite sensible!

Yang Zhu opened the envelope, and to the disappointment of Abby and the others, it was not US dollar bills, but a thick stack of large photos.

Officer Yang glanced at Ike at the front, flipped through the stack of photos, took out one, compared the difference between the real person and the photo, and curled his lips: "Abby?"

Abby took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in her heart, and nodded heavily: "It's me!"

Mr. Yang heard the voice of the vulgar urn, and he felt hehe in his heart, you seem to be a little dissatisfied?
Immediately, he asked probingly: "Punch Abby?"

Abby always felt that the eyes behind the other party's mask looking at her were a little playful, desperately suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, and nodded again: "It's me, punching Abby!"

Officer Yang suddenly felt very upset, what do you mean by those eyes that look like mad cow disease?
Immediately snapped his fingers and turned his head sideways and said, "Yi..."

'Ahem, Ultraman Seven! '

Ivanov, who was as tall as a black bear, stepped out, and glanced at his director resentfully, can't you find me a bigger mask?This body is so fucking ugly, it completely affects my image?

Slightly complaining in his heart, remembering his director's previous explanation, Ivanov smiled, moved his joints, and then waved contemptuously at Abby in front of him.

Abby on the opposite side is full of anger, what do you mean?I'm already a coward, I'll obediently answer whatever you ask, but you are still not satisfied, and you plan to give me a blow?
Annoyed, Abby raised her hands subconsciously, making a confrontational pose like a boxer.

When Ivanov saw it, he immediately got excited, let out a bloodthirsty growl, and rushed forward.

........................

Half a minute later, under the terrified eyes of Old Hank and the others, Ivanov got up from Abby in disgust. Are you ashamed to call yourself a "heavy punch"?
After looking at the black man who had at least a dozen broken ribs and was vomiting blood, he straightened his clothes, sneered, and was about to return to Yang Zhu.

"Boss!" A black young man looked at the miserable appearance of his gang leader, couldn't help but let out a mournful cry, and immediately pulled out the pistol on his body, pointing directly at Ivanov.

Someone took the lead, so Abby's younger brothers naturally couldn't admit their cowardice. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they still pulled out their weapons one by one and pointed forward.

Just when the younger brother who took the lead was hesitant to shoot, Ivanov laughed excitedly: "Who are you scaring with these little toys!?"

As soon as Ivanov raised his hand, the Ultramans in the last row behind Mr. Yang raised their gadgets one after another.

This time, not to mention Abby's little brothers, even the old Hank who is used to the wind and waves and the other gang leaders are scared out of their wits. What the hell is a portable bazooka?These random two shots come here, can there be any living people here?
Also, what is the discus in that little Ultraman's hand?Don't tell me that's a military landmine!
TNND, we play short guns, you play long guns with me, we play grenades, you play mines with me, I play long guns, you play rocket launchers with me, you bastard, do you have martial ethics?
Seeing that the situation was about to explode—well, the main reason was that he was afraid that Daguan Yang would not be able to stop him.

Old Hank rushed to the middle of the two groups at the speed of a [-]-meter race, and raised his hands high: "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! Don't shoot!" At the end, he broke his voice.

Yang Zhurao looked at Abby's younger brothers who had already started peeing his pants with interest, and then looked at the pale old Hank, he smiled and snapped his fingers, and all the Ultramen rushed to the ground Put down the weapon in your hand.

Under old Hank's frantic yelling, the Abby boys who escaped from death dropped their guns on the ground like poisonous snakes, for fear that they would be misunderstood by the group of lunatics opposite them a minute later.

After finally calming down his breath, Old Hank put on a flattering smile on his face, and bowed humbly to Mr. Yang: "Dear Your Excellency, please calm down, please don't get angry because of a few ignorant young people."

After a pause, Old Hank, who couldn't see the face of Daguan Yang behind the mask, decided to quickly change the topic: "I don't know what we should call you, Your Excellency?"

"Also, you called us here today, what can we do for you?"

Yang Zhu, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Old Hank steadfastly, until he saw that his heart was trembling, and the cold sweat on his forehead was covered with layers, then he smiled lightly, and flipped through the photos in his hand: "Old Hank?"

Old Hank bent even lower: "It's just despicable!" His voice became even dryr.

To his surprise, Yang Daguan didn't make it difficult for him, killing the chicken to make an example to the monkey, it is enough to kill one, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

"Hmm..." Mr. Yang raised his head, as if in a daze, but also as if thinking.

Just when Old Hanke was thinking about whether to take out the quick-acting heart-relief pills in his pocket and take a few pills, Yang Zhu finally spoke:

"Well, I'm looking for you this time, and I mainly want to ask you to do me a favor."

Old Hanke breathed a sigh of relief, got up slightly and glanced at the rest of the gang leaders. After getting their eyes to stabilize, his tone became more respectful: "Please say, as long as we can do it, we will never refuse!"

Mr. Yang felt that he admired this little white old man more and more, and there were not many people who were so upright.

After nodding with satisfaction, Yang Daguan said in a deliberate and arrogant tone: "Actually, it's not a big deal. To you, it's just a trivial matter."

"Originally, we have no problem doing it ourselves, but for some reason, we can't do it directly, so we can only trouble you."

Old Hank was respectful as always: "Please show me."

Officer Yang squeaked twice and sighed as if he was distressed: "To put it simply, our organization has been unhappy with the Chinese people in America for some reason recently;"

"so……"

"Going to teach them a lesson!"

Old Hank's heart suddenly relaxed, that's all?Is it worth such a big fight to teach some quail-like Chinese?Even if those clubs in Chinatown were involved, how big a deal could it be?

However, seeing that many people in Yang Zhu and the group of Ultraman behind had obvious Asian features, Old Hank was puzzled, and he didn't know what to think of, and immediately his heart tightened again—Chinese problem?Could it be that this matter involves a game between the two parties in the United States?If so, the aftermath of this matter is not small!
As if seeing old Hanke's doubts, Officer Yang comforted him: "Don't worry, this matter is purely a dispute between the interests and sentiments of the people, and nothing else is involved."

Hearing Yang Zhu's words, even though Old Hanke didn't really believe it in his heart, he had no choice but to swallow his doubts in his stomach. Who makes his fists big? What else can you do besides obeying?
Seeing Old Hank nodding, Yang Zhu continued: "We have a careful plan for this matter,"

"It's different from your usual style of doing things. We pay more attention to scale, otherwise it is very likely to cause bad things, so you must pay attention to this!"

Old Hanke raised his head in astonishment when he heard the words, and exchanged a glance with the big gang leaders present, he was a little Muggle, brother, are you mistaken, we are gangsters, you want us to pay attention to the scale?Even if we have a few gang leaders who know how to handle good night, but after all, they are gang members. Those guys who have only studied in community schools and never even attended high school, you expect them to understand the scale. thing?

Yang Zhu, who had anticipated the situation a long time ago, smiled lightly: "Don't worry, we have a comprehensive and careful plan for this matter, and you can just follow the plan."

After finishing speaking, Officer Yang took more than a dozen booklets that had been printed earlier from Lin Keran, and handed them to Old Hanke.

Seeing that Old Hanke was consciously distributing these brochures to various gang leaders, Yang Zhu continued:

"In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, we will have special personnel to connect with your various gangs. At that time, they will tell you how to do it."

The gang members are silent, this is forcing eyeliner, at least until this guy's so-called plan is completed, they probably don't have much freedom to speak of; but the matter is now, they have nothing to say.

Mr. Yang, who is well versed in the principle of "giving a sweet date with a stick", naturally knows that if the animals are not given some benefits, what kind of moths will happen at that time, even if the time comes, he will not be too late Seeing it, he smiled and said:

"Of course, I have always been rewarded and punished for doing things."

"In the next few months from today, you can be regarded as doing things for me, and your so-called normal business will definitely be affected."

"It's still the same sentence. If you are willing to help me do things with your heart, I will naturally not let him suffer. Here is part of your reward. As long as you perform well, there will be more later!"

Old Hanke and the others took Citibank's checks from Prince Lin, and looked at the numbers on them that vary according to the strength of the gang, their eyes turned green, oh my god, this product is so generous!Even Jerry, who has the weakest gang, has a total of 120 million US dollars, not to mention the head gang like Old Hank.

NND, if there is such a good thing, you should have said it earlier!Why is it threatening and scaring people with bazookas?Doesn't this make more money than what I do in my daily life?

Looking at the gang leaders who were all happy, Yang Zhu's voice suddenly turned cold:

"Ugly words first, I take the money, you do things, it's only right and proper!"

"but……"

"Anyone who breaks my rules, such as QJ, murder, serious injury, etc., will break my big business..."

"Hey, when the time comes, dozens of cement buckets will inevitably sink in the port,"

"That's the end of the conversation, don't blame me for not saying hello in advance!"

As soon as the words fell, the gang leaders who were immersed in the beauty of green dollar bills woke up. This leader was not easy to get along with. Listening to the meaning of these words, it was clear that he was playing "sitting together"!

As for who to sit with...

you still need to ask?

Leaders, you look at me, I look at you, remembering the virtues of your own gangsters, suddenly feel that your throat is so dry...

"That's right! There's another gift for you!" Officer Yang snapped his fingers contentedly when he saw the ugly faces of the crowd.

Then another thick and bulging envelope was delivered to the gang leaders. When they were opened, they were indeed detailed and outrageous documents.

After a long while, a gang leader turned pale, but couldn't hide his anger and asked, "What do you mean!?"

Yang Zhu smiled gently and said, "I just got to know you as a matter of course in order to better strengthen our relationship with each other."

"Hey, look, if I don't do some research, how would I know that you are playing outside and have a lover, two children!"

"Tsk tsk, it's really good. I went to Haiyehua Private Primary School, and my grades are not bad?"

"Well, I don't know if the teacher in charge of class A in the third grade will treat her..."

"Shut up!" The middle-aged gang leader couldn't help interrupting him, for fear that Yang Zhu would reveal all the information about his favorite daughter's school, class, and name.

Apart from anger, his heart was cold. If it was said that Yang Zhu quietly put the invitation letter beside his pillow just to make him feel scared, then the extremely detailed information in his hand about all his family members, safe house, etc. , property information made him desperate, he couldn't imagine, if one day, when this mysterious Asian man across from him wanted to really do something to him, would he still have the courage to resist.

Yang Zhu looked at the gang leader whose face turned gray after he let out an angry cry, and then glanced at the other people who were with him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask, slowly got up, and walked to the gang leader In front of him, a whip kick was thrown heavily.

Pong!
An adult man weighing a full 100KG was kicked flying a full seven or eight meters, and did not stop until he hit a box.

He looked at the gang leader who was twitching in pain, but couldn't make a sound, and then glanced at the other people with complicated expressions.

Yang Zhu replied very gently: "What do I want to do?"

"I just want to tell you that I hate jumping off the boat the most..."

After finishing speaking, regardless of everyone's reaction, he went straight to the outside of the warehouse.

At this time, the gang leader who was almost paralyzed by the sweep struggled to get up, and roared: "I am the outside line of the Lucchese family, you can't treat me like this!"

There seemed to be three points of hope in the voice, and it seemed to be seven points of prayer in a daze.

Yang Zhu paused when he heard this, then turned his head, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "The Lucchese family?"

"One of the five major mafia families in New York?"

The gang leader nodded desperately, with deep desire in his eyes.

Yang Zhu smiled: "Coincidentally, I'm meeting Mr. Kanai Lucchese and Mr. Hans of the Bonanno family for afternoon tea the day after tomorrow!"

After speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.

Only a group of people were left in a daze with ashen faces...

(End of this chapter)