I haven't been a boss for many years

"No."

"Please elaborate!"

Zhang Guobin put down the spoon.

Li Chenghao said it again in detail, and at the end he was mischievous and eye-catching: "Did I make a great contribution this time? At least the weapons in that container will be of great use."

Zhang Guobin thought about it and said, "I understand, you are doing charity in Tokyo, and the company's weapons are given away for free!"

This kind of thing is really not to blame Da Bohao, after all, he was the one who asked Da Bohao to prepare to explore the way, and Da Bohao was just letting his brothers eat, drink and have fun in Tokyo.

No mess at all.

The Fuqing brothers want to make a living again and want to take up arms to survive. Can you veto it?

He continued to eat: "I don't care about this matter, but remember to give me a copy of the big head's information. I want to know who the first generation leader of Fuqing people is."

Li Chenghao likes: "No problem, I will definitely submit the most complete information, even if he is staying in a hotel for the first time, he will dig out whoever he finds."

"Maybe others don't stay in hotels?"

Zhang Guobin was helpless.

Li Chenghao left the office full of complacency, and made a big fuss: "Boss really trusts me more and more, and I will handle the establishment of a branch company."

……

Tokyo Port, Container Terminal No. 7, in front of a large container, three cars, five vans, a dozen people looked at the opened container together.

There are boxes of military green wooden boxes with numbers painted on them, and when you open a wooden box, there are brand new automatic rifles inside.

The brothers immediately went forward to pick up the goods, pulled out boxes of weapons and bullets, and stuffed them into the van.

The Fried Bun boasted: "It is produced in the Soviet Union and made in the Soviet Union. It is a hard goods that are actually pulled from the ammunition warehouse. There are 10,000+ boxes of such hard goods in Haojiang."

Azu, the nigga, and the Taibao were busy moving things, all excited, with excitement written all over their faces.

On the contrary, the big head was worried, a little surprised, and couldn't help but said: "Diego, give me a batch of pistols, a dozen or so rifles will do."

"So many weapons can't be used up."

In Shinjuku, there are two to 3000 people in the entire Tainan gang, and there are only a few dozen weapons, and they rarely use guns.

A few boxes of weapons for the Tainan Gang are enough, and there is no need for a truckload of them.

One container at a time with Yihai, and they are often transported by cruise ship...

Dia leaned against the car door, smoking a cigarette, and blowing out: "Don't worry, the money for the gun is free. Brother Hao will start counting the money after the next batch of his own people."

"Not to mention three times the price, the internal preferential price will be given to you. Don't forget that in the future, the site will be divided into [-]-[-]% and the business will be divided into [-]-[-]%. will give you money."

"Of course, you can never lose money when doing business with Yihai. You know what to do if you lose money." He looked back and said with a wry smile, "It's not about money."

If you have a gun, you will fire. The more guns you fire, the more you will go, and the road will go farther and farther, and the road will get deeper and deeper.

Da Shao patted him on the shoulder and said with a light smile, "Why, seeing the guy in a container, I was afraid and regretted cooperating with us?"

"To tell you the truth, it's useless to regret. Jianghu is a mud pond, not your pond. Once you step into it, there is no turning back. Do you think we and Yihai want a Tainan gang? How many streets and shops do they have? ? How many people can it afford?"

"What we want is the whole island!" He pointed at his feet: "If you don't have the ambition to sweep the world, don't mess with us and Yihai!"

Azu was stunned by the car door for a moment, then turned his head, his eyes glowed, and his blood was surging.

"He Yihai!"

This is the quack name he imagined!

Big head lowered his head: "I understand."

A group of people took the risk of being discovered by the customs during the day, and a group of people returned to the hotel to play cards, smoke, wait for news, and prepare to watch the news.

Another group of people drove the van, carrying the guys, and came to a basement to divide the guys.

At present, there are more than 300 people in the Fuqing Gang in name, but in fact, only 76 people are willing to take the lead with a gun.

The remaining 240 or so people wanted to take shelter under the wings of the Fuqing Gang and continue to do business honestly. Of course, these people were also members of the Fuqing Gang.

In the future, they will provide blood transfusions for the Fuqing Gang, but now it is difficult for them to work hard to overwhelm others. After a moment of enthusiasm, it is more important to win the battle immediately.

Play cohesion, otherwise the Fuqing people who have just united will be scattered and collapsed again.

In the basement, more than [-] people from Fuqing saw boxes of ammunition brought in. When the boxes were opened, there were boxes of bullets and handfuls of shiny AKs. Their eyes were both excited and scared.

"Big Brother, where is he from?"

Some feared the armory had been robbed.

Azu said happily: "He Yihai gave it to you. Brother Datou got on the line with Yihai. In the future, he will be the leader of our Fuqing Gang. Everyone should listen to him."

Fame, ability, and resources.

The position of leader is also well-deserved.

"Bringing so many guys back in broad daylight, have you been watched by the police on the way?" Someone showed timidity.

Taibao threw out his gun and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Now, brothers have guns in their hands, why are they afraid of the police?"

In the phrase.

The brothers fell silent, took the weapons and began to collect the bullets. However, the big head asked everyone to reload the bullets before doing it. At present, all the bullets are put into the backpack.

At this moment, the Fuqing gang is still a group of stragglers, and it is easy to hurt their own people when they are loaded with bullets. As for the real exchange of fire, they are not afraid.

Having a gun trumps everything.

The bullet tube is enough, is the marksmanship still important?I will gradually become proficient in the future.

that night.

One thirty.

Shinjuku, West Street, the big head was wearing a jacket, hiding in the underground garage of a building, and asked Azu who entered the garage: "How is it?"

Azu excitedly said: "They found me!"

"They found it!"

The Taibao nodded beside him: "You can't see anyone from the Tainan gang on the street. The venue is open as usual, but there are obviously a lot fewer people watching the venue."

Datou has a clear understanding: "It seems that the Tainan gang has already taken care of the police, and the next one will take care of us."

Backed by a big tree to enjoy the shade, the strength of the three-member group is really different. Fortunately, they also have a backing!

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

At this time, there was a continuous sound of sudden brakes at the downhill of the garage entrance, and one van after another turned around at the entrance, as if there was no end...

Originally, the big head planned to take the initiative to attack at night, but now it seems that it is a close battle.

At the exit of another garage, there were also convoys killing them one after another.

A total of 23 vans are like a long dragon, blocking a section of the car area, the lights are like daylight, like torches, and groups of gangsters with machetes push open the doors and jump out of the car quickly...

The leader of the hall raised his knife to lead.

A huge shout of killing erupted.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The reverberation in the garage was deafening and earth-shattering.

More than two hundred swordsmen rushed forward from all directions, each rushing faster than the other, for fear that the target would be hacked to death first...

When conflicts broke out between Fuqing people and Tainan gangs, resulting in dozens of casualties, the conflicts were not limited to a single incident, but rose to the whole of Tainan.

Even, it is related to the rule, management, and exploitation of Chinese immigrants in the Shinjuku area by the Tainan Gang.

This time the Tainan Gang is out of the best.

But the big head silently took out an AK from under the car.

"Crack!"

Loaded.

"Da da da."

"Da da da."

Swallow fire.

The Taibao put two fingers to his lips, and blew a loud slogan. The slogan was extremely sharp in the garage, and it was like a magic trick that caused rows of Tainan gang members to fall to the ground.

At the same time, [-] Fuqing Gang brothers held guns in both hands and rushed out of the stairs to surprise the Tainan Gang.

"Brothers, it's time to harvest the wheat!"

The nigger held a gun in both hands, pulled the trigger, rushed forward trembling, and shouted a simple slogan.

In the basement, thunder rolled, thunderbolts were like fire, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

Datou recalled the scene in the basement and told the police: "I promise, I was just a homeless man who happened to be wandering in the underground garage. I didn't do anything, let alone hurt anyone!"

Chapter 663 I Make My Law

"TV TOKYO Quick Report: At 35:78 am today, a gun battle broke out in the basement of Chaoyang Building in Shinjuku District. Seventy-eight people were killed and 150 people were injured."

"The injured were mainly the Chinese criminal organization, the Tainan Gang. The conflict was suspected to be a vendetta with the Chinese immigrant group. The murderer used an AK47 as the main weapon."

"There were more than 600 rounds of firefights at the scene, and the following people are wanted, Jiang Shaoyun, nicknamed Taibao, Xue Zhe, nicknamed Nigga, Chen Long, nicknamed Big Head..."

……

Zhang Guobin is in the office of Hutchison Building, holding a copy of "Tokyo Daily" in his hand, and sipping a cup of coffee.

"Well, if it weren't for the Tainan Gang in Tokyo and the Tainan Gang on Taiwan Island, just like the Xiangjiang Number Gang and Haojiang Shuifang, at least one phone call can solve the problem."

The citizens of Tokyo were shocked by the shooting incident on the morning news. The entire Tokyo underworld knew the ferocity of a Chinese group, and the Fuqing gang showed their ferocious fangs for the first time.

Li Chenghao put a document on the table, lit a cigarette, and said aloud: "Brother Bin, this is the identity document of the big head."

"Yo?"

"The speed of action is very fast!" He saw the newspaper on the desktop, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Zhang Guobin picked up the information file and looked through it, and raised his eyebrows: "I have been a soldier for five years, won the medal of merit, and broke people's heads." He smuggled out of the country and is a wanted criminal in Fujian Province."

"This qualification is very tough!"

Li Chenghao gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, a person who almost became an officer, no wonder he is so kind!"

"It shouldn't be difficult to carry He Yiqing."

he exclaimed.

Zhang Guobin put down the information: "Breaking people's heads for women is bloody, but also a bit reckless, but presumably two years of smuggling career will also give him a longer memory."

"The head should not be bad, let the accountant transfer 200 million to the account in Tokyo, and hand it over to the Fuqing Gang to manage the relationship, a newly established name."

"What we are facing is the pressure of both black and white. It is not enough to pass the test of the Tainan Gang, and it is not enough to pass the test of the Metropolitan Police Department to truly gain a foothold."

Li Chenghao nodded and said, "I see."

"Boss."

This is He Yihai's additional investment in last night's performance.

Shinjuku.

The streets resumed their daytime bustle. The gunfight last night seemed to have never happened. The late 80s was the last glorious era of the Tokyo gangsters. Pornography, drug gambling, smuggling, smuggling, and various illegal businesses were active.

Bloodshed and murder occurred from time to time.

Although it is rare to hear of large-scale gun battles, the Showa men are accustomed to the sound of guns and guns, and the smoke of their fathers flows in their blood.

An accidental gun battle cannot affect work, let alone the development of Shinjuku and the prosperity of Tokyo.

There is a deep gap between the struggle of gangsters in Tokyo and the lives of ordinary people. Gangsters draw dragons and embroidered phoenixes, have tattoos all over their bodies, and have nothing to do with ordinary people lying in the bathhouse.

It's like living in two worlds.

Until the Japanese economy completely declined and entered the Heisei era, the gangsters began to go downhill with the economy, and each industry was locked up.