I haven't been a boss for many years

"Lao Tzu is Datou Kun."

However, Li Tailong touched his neck with his hands, groping for the edge of the blade, his consciousness gradually became blurred and wavering, poof, he pulled out the watermelon knife, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.

Pairs of figures wearing sneakers walked in front of them, except for a few figures who stopped in front of them, the rest were only the sound of shouting and killing and occasionally falling to the ground.

The real bloody fights in the rivers and lakes will never fall apart because of the death of one person. If one Li Tailong dies, more "Li Tailongs" will jump up, and if a double bonus stick falls, there will be a new double bonus stick. Xin Jizai stepped on Li Tailong's body and charged forward.

Xinji, He Yihai broke away from the scale of a small society early on. If the brand of the society does not fail, there will be continuous people joining. In Jianghu, a new generation replaces the old.

There were several brothers in front of Datou Kun who were fighting desperately to protect the safety of the boss. After about ten minutes, a group of people gradually defeated and turned to flee, while another group of people rushed into Wanchai with weapons, chasing five people all the way. Liutiaojie cut down a few more waves of people, and stopped when the police began to close the net.

Old Tanglou.

Standing on the balcony with a cigar in his mouth, Zhang Guobin said to the phone, "Yes, it will be done in one night."

"Don't do it for too long.

"Okay, do it in your own way, I don't worry if you handle things." Zhang Guobin hung up the phone, put away the antenna, closed the cover, and handed it over to the bodyguard beside him.

A policeman was wearing a headset and plainclothes, standing at the iron gate with his hands tied, turning his head to look at the young man in a suit on the roof, retracting his eyes with emotion and shaking his head slightly.

I don't know who Mr. Zhang called, but it must be a bloodbath outside. Fortunately, the Kowloon area has always been quiet and peaceful.

Except for a few streets, nightclubs, bars, and casinos are temporarily closed.

Tuen Mun.

Lao Jin walked to a waterwheel warehouse and took out the key, opened the iron door and pulled it up: "Boom."

Seven professional soldiers wearing green helmets, oil paint on their faces, and camouflage action uniforms were huddling together in the space between the two cars and eating cup noodles with their heads down.

All seven of them had an Akha rifle hanging from their waists, one of them had the title of second lieutenant on his shoulder, and the remaining six had the title of first class soldier.

Lao Jin looked at the leader of the seven, and threw out the car key with a stern expression: "Small cotton, go on!"

"Pa-ta!" Si Mianzi held the cup noodles with one hand, raised the other hand to catch it easily, and took the car keys into his hand.

Lao Jin lowered his arms and said in a cold voice: "Can these northern Burmese be trusted? If not, the matter can be handed over to Tuen Mun Hall."

Xin Mianzai chuckled, and said in a firm tone: "These are veterans from northern Myanmar. They live in war every day. They are not from the same world as us. As long as they are given enough money, they can commit suicide by drinking bombs, let alone Be a young and Dangerous boss."

"Fight against those Xinji boys, there is no need to touch our own people." Xinmianboy raised his paper cup with both hands, raised his head to drink the noodle soup, and sighed comfortably: "Huh!

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said aloud: "After killing Duan Long at night, we escaped directly from Xiangjiang and returned to northern Burma. The world is so big, there is more than one Xiangjiang."

Lao Jin nodded heavily: "Okay."

"This matter is entrusted to you. Xiangjiang Yihai will always be the home of the brothers."

Ximianzai said as it should be: "That's natural, hehe, I just bought a building in Xiangjiang, to be honest, life in Xiangjiang is definitely more comfortable than the wilderness, but the sea hides the dragon, our group of dragons Hiding in the deep mountains and old forests in northern Myanmar!"

Six dark-skinned, broad cheekbones, and Southeast Asian-looking North Burmese senior soldiers stared blankly at Si Mianzai, who turned around and said a few words in Burmese dialect, and the six Burmese nods with a clear expression. These six people are the elite among the elite of the Pagan Army in northern Myanmar.

In addition to the usual military training, all six of them have received special forces training, and the leader "Wu Yebo" has a countryman face,

One piece is square and square, with the nose on the bed, but they are all famous rainforest wolves in the jungles of northern Myanmar. They were once besieged by militiamen during a mission, and fled alone in the rainforest for 27 days, killing sixteen pursuers on the way. It's been two years since he showed up again.

No way, this time he and Yihai transferred troops back to Xiangjiang to work. The price for one person was 30 Hong Kong dollars, which was three times the price in the northern Myanmar market. It's pure profit.

People who have no strength and no name can't apply for the job at all.

People from Xiangjiang are not worth enough to fight their lives in Xiangjiang. They can make a lot of money by going to northern Myanmar to fight their lives. People from northern Myanmar can’t make money by fighting their lives in northern Myanmar.

The killer market is really a very strange market, not only affected by currency exchange rates and economic differences, but also regional laws and political influences, and they do not do business with acquaintances.

Cotton Boy turned the car door with the car key, took off the gun and put it at his feet. A total of seven people took two cars and drove to a high-end mansion in Repulse Bay.

The brothers of the Eagle Group have been keeping a close eye on Duan Long's movements. Not surprisingly, Duan Long has been hiding in the mansion in Repulse Bay all day.

……

red tunnel.

A traffic policeman parked the motorcycle, turned around and gestured to pull the two speeding cars aside.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Si Mianzai took out an ID card and driver's license, and handed them to the police through the car window.

The traffic police took over the license and ID card skillfully, and looked into the car, where an Akha rifle was lying beside the driver's seat.

Two foreigners, wearing action suits, raised their Akka guns and aimed at his heart through the car door. The traffic policeman's face turned pale with fright, his heart was beating wildly, and his hand holding his ID card began to tremble, and he stopped and stretched out immediately. Hands to the walkie-talkie, no longer check the ID number with the main station.

Xin Mianzai stretched out his palm out of the window and said with a smile, "Si, get in the car."

"No, no, isn't it good?" the traffic policeman stammered.

Xin Mianzi patted the car door, and said grandly: "What are you afraid of! Who told you that you are so lucky, if you don't get in the car, I will send you away?"

The traffic policeman swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

When Si Mianzai made a gesture, a northern Burmese soldier lowered his gun and pushed open the car door, forcing the traffic police to get into the car.

Two northern Burmese soldiers sandwiched him in the middle seat all the way, and drove for 10 minutes before arriving at the Repulse Bay Highway. The traffic policeman sat upright all the way, with his hands on his knees, neither daring to get too close to the northern Burmese, nor He dared to move his hands randomly, even the sweat on his forehead hit his crotch, and slowly made a puddle of water, and he didn't dare to speak a word.

Ximianzi drove the car to the side of Repulse Bay Highway, parked the car to let the traffic police get off the car, and couldn't help but joked: "Si, you are so stupid! Did you pee your pants?"

The traffic policeman moved away stiffly, with a forced smile from the corner of his mouth: "Haha."

The safety helmet with yellow stripes is so heavy and thick, I really want to throw it away. If I don’t wear a helmet, I won’t sweat, I won’t…

As soon as the traffic police got out of the car, his knees softened, and his body almost fell off. The cotton boy was smoking a cigarette, and he only thought his face was funny, and said: "Go to the grass by the roadside and go north for 500 meters before running back. I will go to the front first." Doudou, if you don’t see you standing guard by the roadside when you come back.”

"You're going to be finished." The cotton boy gave the traffic policeman a hard look, locked the door, and the two cars continued to move forward.

Zhang Guobin frowned when he received a call from the Criminal Intelligence Division, and then dialed a series of numbers and said, "Ah Hao, Duan Long is no longer in Repulse Bay, and is playing golf with a ghost in the New Territories."

"Oh shit."

Xin Mianboy hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and turned around: "Go back to the New Territories!"

Two cars drove back to the intersection. A traffic policeman holding a helmet and wearing a uniform, sweating profusely, just ran back to the side of the road. When he saw the leading car driving back, he was frightened and straightened up Pole, standing at attention and saluting, staring ahead.

"Squeak." The car stopped hastily again, a soldier opened the door, and the traffic policeman swallowed: "You're really back, boss!"

Xin Mianboy looked up at him, then patted on the car door: "Get in the car, I'll take you home!"

The traffic policeman showed pain on his face, and struggled to pick up his helmet and get on the car obediently. The two cars continued to drive towards the New Territories. Ximianzi picked up a walkie-talkie in his hand and threw it back in the back seat, saying, "Give it back to you."

The traffic policeman picked up the walkie-talkie and began to answer inquiries from the main station: "Report to the main station, report to the main station, I just went to the bathroom because of a stomachache, there is no signal in the bathroom, I am rushing to the duty station, I am rushing to the duty station, over. "

A madaml voice came: "Remember to report in advance next time you go to the bathroom."

New Territories.

golf course.

Duan Long carried a golf bag, nodded and bowed like a dog, and followed behind a middle-aged ghost.

The ghost has two inches long brown curly hair, a pair of eyes with black pupils, but the skin is a standard Caucasian face. Among them, there are many Caucasians with brown hair and black eyes in England. Not every Caucasian is blond and blue-eyed. handsome.

The reason why good-looking people are good-looking is because good-looking faces are rare in nature, and the ghost in front of him has an earthy look.

Duan Long chased Gui Lao and asked, "Mr. Matthew, Mr. Matthew."

"His Royal Highness promised to give Xinji a loan..."

Chapter 398 Let You Open Your Eyes

"Snapped!"

Matthew stood in front of a golf ball, held the club with both hands to calibrate the angle, and hit the ball with an extremely correct posture.

A golf ball flies.

He put down his club, looked back and said, "Take it easy."

"His Royal Highness has approved the loan to Xinji. In the next one to five years, HSBC will lend [-] million Hong Kong dollars to Ngee Ann Company at the lowest interest rate."

"More than [-] million need collateral.

The amount of [-] million Hong Kong dollars is not enough to do a big business, but it is enough to activate the entire Xinji plate and help Xinji to carry out a formal transformation.

Now that the "Sino-British Agreement" in 84 has been announced, the players in the previous wave of bets will be liquidated, and the next wave of bets will be placed on the table.

The focus of the current situation is no longer the issue of ownership, but the prediction of future regime change. The British side predicts that the mainland will carry out large-scale anti-crime operations after 97.

This kind of anti-crime operation is not a superficial treatment of the Hong Kong government's ruling report in order to protect the economy, but a clean-up of the source of the triad organization.

The key is to cut off the triad underground industry, so that the triad has no living soil, and then slowly carry out the anti-crime work.

The strong means of the mainland government is fully capable of implementing this point. Therefore, in the next 13 years, the Xiangjiang triad will either transform to a formalized form, or wait for its extinction.

In this era, there are two ways for the triad society to transform into a formalized society. One is to choose the North, and the other is to choose Europe. The period between the two regime changes is the period when speculators are most active. Choose the future or choose the present?

In the delicate era when the agreement is signed but the lease period has not yet ended, not everyone can pass the exam, and everyone's choice is profitable.

Duan Long chose the scene without a doubt, because he needs to pay back now!

The British side also released a large amount of dividends into the market in early 85.

Even in 84, there were some behind-the-scenes handwriting.

Cooperating with business circles, political circles, and underground associations, the intention is to secretly cultivate espionage forces, intelligence agencies, and even business spokespersons, capital vampires, cultural pens, and political stars, who will become evildoers who will disrupt Hong Kong and disaster Hong Kong in the future!

For this reason, a person with sufficient status and strength has appeared in Xiangjiang, who can concentrate capital, allocate resources, and support "Hong Kong ghosts".

That is "His Royal Highness".

This is the executor of the "Post-Sovereign Era Talent Training Plan"!

On behalf of the ancestors!

Duan Long was overjoyed when he heard Matthew's promise, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Matthew."

"Need not."

Matthew glanced at him.

If Duan Long hadn't been more controllable as a power holder, the ancestors would not have chosen him.

Is Xiang Jia not good?

But the more improper the position, the more inseparable from external support, the more need to rely on the ancestors. After a few years, Xinji has already been bound to the capital of the ancestors.

Had to become the back-hand of the ancestors in Xiangjiang.

When the ancestral family discussed and signed the agreement, they actually won many favorable conditions in the terms, such as retaining the British judge system, retaining the British title, implementing democratically elected members, etc...

These openings give the British side a window of operation,

He also has certain speculations about the post-97 Xiangjiang, and will reveal the future situation to the spokesperson.

Xinji's transformation is a kind of learning.

"Do well."

"Don't disappoint Your Highness." Matthew weighed the cue, threw it to the side, and turned to the lounge.

Duan Long took the cue, carried his backpack, and followed behind him with a humble appearance: "Mr. Matthew, let's take a bath together? I have arranged the best service for you in the room."

Matthew showed a faint smile on his face. As for the bloody merger of the two major clubs tonight, there was not even a word in the conversation between the two of them.

Tonight, under the intervention of the ghost forces, the Police Department has stopped its frontal attack on Xin Kee, and the police force will also relax its crackdown on Xin Kee in the future.

The two major clubs are fighting head-on. If they die together, they will lose both. Anyway, he doesn't feel bad for smashing Xinji.

As long as he can get the support of ghosts, killing a bunch of rotten boys is still beneficial. Right now, Duan Long has no shortage of capital, but if He Yihai kills too many people, He Yihai may not be able to sit still.

Firstly, Heyihai needs people to deter Heyi, and secondly, Heyihai's people are all "leaders" of the foundation, and every soldier and soldier are brothers and sisters.

Zhang Guobin dared to die 30 people, 50 people, 100 people, could he spare 200 people, 300 people, [-] people?

He, Duan Long, is not the seat of Xinji, but Zhang Guobin has long been the speaker of Heyi, enjoying the majesty of Heyi, he has to consider the life and death of Heyi.

What's more, Xinji will send a group of ruthless people to Hong Kong at night, and a group of ruthless people will play, even Zhang Guobin has a bodyguard.

"Ha ha."

"Yihai Kuanglong? No matter how famous the name is, he is just a gangster! Have you ever seen a veteran on the battlefield?" Duan Long followed the ghost to the resort,

But there was a sneer in his heart: "This time, I will let you see and see."

In fact, as an ambitious man, Duan Long secretly made a lot of efforts to control Xinji. From the inside to the outside, he has both yin and yang, but if one person wants to disintegrate a family, the opportunity of the times and skill are all necessary.

It takes a bit more luck.

He felt that he was [-]% sure.