The leader of the comic world

The remnants of the Tianxi Institute were wiped out.

Chen Qi asked the old smoker to resign as the gatekeeper of Longteng Community and take charge of managing the Tianchao Club.

Let Xing Tianxing focus on the news from the National Security Bureau headquarters.

Everyone gathered on the top floor of the Tianchao Club,

Of the original 12 killers, there are now only 4 left.

The strongest White Bear was not there. I heard that when he and Red Fox were fighting for a C-level mission, he was killed by Red Fox, who was not as powerful as him.

Now Tianxi's strongest battle is between Honghu and Ju Yinying, two women.

"Red Fox, 60 days."

"Greedy Wolf, 45 days."

"Sting, 45 days."

"Leopard, 30 days."

"Ice and snow, 100 days."

After the old smoker finished speaking, Chen Qi unexpectedly took out the secret book as agreed.

The four people were ecstatic and rushed forward.

"Bite off more than you can chew, I suggest you pick the one that suits you first and focus on one discipline." Chen Qi reminded after seeing the four people rushing towards the two second-level martial arts transcripts of Luohan Subduing Tiger Fist and Xian Fengxing.

Ju Yinying flipped through two secret books and seemed to be losing interest.

Chen Qi walked next to Ju Yinying and saw that she was watching Luohan's Tiger Subduing Fist. He threw Xianfengxing over and said calmly: "Your boxing method is originally the most powerful and most yang method. It is not suitable for you. First, you should study this two-turn method." . You have just started practicing, and your foundation is not strong. You will gain the most if you learn more about martial arts."

Ju Yinying blinked her eyelashes twice, her eyes full of doubt. When did the big devil become so kind-hearted?

Chen Qi didn't say much. He sat on the wooden couch and began to dredge his Yang meridians while monitoring these killers.

Now that the Tianxi Institute has just been established, there are too few manpower, and many things must be done by oneself.

In order to maximize their training time, the killers' meals and daily life were all done in the Tianchao Club, so a strange scene appeared. The four killers squatted in the corner, reading books and eating steamed buns, and took a nap on the spot when they were tired.

Of course Ju Yinying is not so hardworking.

"Old Smoker, please contact Xing Tianxing. These killers should systematically receive training from top agents." After the last killer left Guanyue Pavilion, Chen Qi said to Old Smoker, if you combine ancient martial arts with top agent techniques, , which will cultivate the most cutting-edge single soldiers

"Understand, it's just cutting-edge agent training that requires top-notch equipment. Even if we have channels to purchase it, it will be a lot of expense. Tianxi Institute does not have so much funds." Old Smoker said.

Chen Qi smiled slyly: "We can expand our business. Smuggling, arms, and kidnapping are all good businesses. Don't we have a bunch of big shots' criminal records? We can make good use of them. Of course, we are not allowed to participate in the drug business."

After a few months,

Sanwu Bajia, the stinger responsible for the arms section of the Tianxi Institute, brought his men to the Middle East to meet their partner, the leader of a certain terrorist.

Terrorist bases are hidden in the valleys of the Middle East, where there are only wastelands and deserts. Don't cover your mouth and nose with a towel, just take a breath and you'll get wind and sand.

Stinger had already had a transaction with Abak, the leader here. What surprised him was that the weapons sold to them by the other party were marked by Stark Heavy Industries.

You must know that Stark Heavy Industries’ number one business partner is the US government. How could these terrorists have weapons from Stark Heavy Industries?

Chen Qi’s explanation for this is: “There is no cat in the world that does not steal fish. No matter how high-sounding Stark Heavy Industries is, as long as someone is willing to pay, the weapons will flow out of the market and enter the black market.”

Abak yelled "Friends." Come over and hug Stinger.

Although they are cold-blooded and ruthless terrorist leaders, they became enthusiastic after seeing the stinger split the rock with their own eyes and advocating violence.

"Friend, you are so anxious to come to me because you have something good," Stinger asked.

"Of course, the product this time is the Yanluo missile, the first long-range missile that inherits shock wave technology. It contains 99 micro-missiles. As long as it is launched, the 99 micro-missiles will bombard the area in all directions without loopholes. The explosion caused by The shock wave ensures that the enemy does not dare to leave his home base." Aba Ke introduced the product.

Stinger looked around and asked, "Can I see the actual effect?"

Abak shrugged, "Not yet, the Yanluo missile has not been developed yet."

Hearing this, Stinger was a little unhappy and his face darkened.

Abak put his hand on Stinger's shoulder and said with a smile: "Once the Yanluo missile is actually developed, the supply will definitely not be enough. We have a deep friendship, so we will inform you in advance."

Stinger knew that Aba Ke was asking for a deposit. It didn't matter. The key was that the product quality was OK: "How can I be sure that what you said is true."

"Follow me." Aba Ke chuckled and entered the cave on the cracked wall of the wasteland with a poisonous stinger.

At the end of the cave, there is an iron gate, which is a holding room.

Each passage has a handle of a Middle Eastern man armed with a heavy weapon. It seems that the person being imprisoned is very important.

Abak walked over and opened the window on the iron door. Through a very narrow opening, he could see everything in the holding room.

Stinger saw an American wearing a black vest, with his trademark beard, and a glowing halo on his chest. As the person in charge of arms sales at Cullinan, Stinger recognized the other party and said in disbelief: "Tony Stark."

"Friend, yes, it's him. Don't worry," Aba Ke smiled.

"How much deposit do you need?" Stinger asked.

"1000 million U.S. dollars." Aba Kexiong said loudly.

"It's too much." Stinger's face darkened.

"The U.S. military's price tag for the Yanluo missile is US$5 million. The deposit of 2 is very reasonable." Aba laughed.

"The amount is a bit large, I need to go back and discuss it with the boss." Stinger said.

Abake said slyly: "Don't let me wait too long. I can't guarantee whether the price will go up by then."

Stinger was a professional killer. He gritted his teeth, grunted and left. He was afraid that if he talked to the other person again, he would not be able to help but cut the Middle Eastern man with a palm.

Huaguo, Shuzhou.

After several months of development, Tianxi Institute's underworld industry chain has reached a certain scale.

The original four killers were promoted to cadres.

Chen Qi had once established the Chen Mansion and was very familiar with the underworld business. Within a few months, his underworld kingdom had begun to take shape.

Sanwu Jiujia, Red Fox, is the strongest and is responsible for training new killers.

Sanwu Bajia, Stinger, is responsible for the arms trade.

Sanwu Bajia, Greedy Wolf, is responsible for investment and money laundering.

Sanwu Bajia, Huabao, is in charge of the club casino.

Every three months, the four cadres must report their performance to the old smoker. The old smoker is responsible for organizing and filtering out unnecessary information, and informs Chen Qi of the summary every six months.

As for how they manage their own power and cultivate their confidants in private, Chen Qi doesn't ask.

Chen Qi controls the secrets of ancient martial arts, and will give them appropriate viewing time based on their performance every year, weighing the strengths of all parties to prevent one family from becoming dominant.

As for Bingxue, Chen Qi wants to train her to become a dark weasel, the sharpest blade.