Marvel Plane Merchant

An unchanging life is enough to extinguish the passion in everyone's heart.

This sentence applies to everyone, and Gu Bei is no exception. Ever since he was admitted to the civil service, he has been commuting to and from get off work all day, and he no longer has any extravagant desires. He thinks about saving money to buy a car and a house all day long.

Originally, this life was going to last forever, and it would not be over until Gu Bei retired.

But one day things took a turn for the worse. When Gu Bei went out that day, he saw his favorite thing as a child, a silver-white scale, falling from the locker to the ground with a clang, motionless.

Only then did Gu Bei remember his childhood dream of becoming a big businessman.

Use your own ingenuity and materials to sell goods at a sufficient price, which not only makes you successful, but also facilitates others.

At this moment, Gu Bei's enthusiasm seemed to suddenly come back. Yes, he had worked hard over the years and saved a lot of savings. If he started a business and started his own business dream, it might not be too late.

It doesn’t matter if it’s late. I, Gu Bei, am determined to be a businessman. No difficulty can stop me. From today on, I, Gu Bei, will no longer be a civil servant.

Gu Bei had great ambitions in his heart, but he didn't pay attention to the scale under his feet. He stepped on it, and with an ouch, he lost his balance and fell. He hit his head on the scale, leaving blood on the floor, and he lost consciousness.

The location is Chinatown in Manhattan, USA, and the time is 8 p.m.

In this old-fashioned Chinese-style building block, dense footsteps sounded in the alleys on both sides of the street. Men wearing black suits and round hats filed out of the alleys in an orderly manner, and then, one by one Take out the submachine gun.

There was no order given, but almost at the same time, everyone fired.

"Da" "Da" "Da" "Da"

All the machine gun firepower was intertwined, like a fiery snake, with unparalleled power, crushing the two-person-high Chinese-style wooden loft in front of them into a sieve.

The attic rattled like a dead leaf in the wind and rain, ready to collapse at any moment.

The submachine gun fire continued for a while. The leading man in black waved his hand and everyone stopped shooting.

The leading man in black looked toward the attic. There was no sound coming from the attic. If there was anyone, he was probably dead.

The leading man in black thought he had completed the task and was very satisfied. He pressed his hat to prevent others from seeing his identity.

But anyone with a sharp eye can also guess the identity of the leading man in black from the height of nearly two and a half meters. He is one of the cadres of 18th Street, the third gang organization in the United States.

The American gangster 18th Street is a giant organization that makes its fortune through casinos, trading, and murder. It operates in the west and south of the United States and controls a large number of casinos and brothels. But this time, they reached into Manhattan and wanted to To expand business.

If a gangster wants to expand its business, the first thing to do is to eliminate or annex the gangsters in the original area. This is not an easy task, but they must do it.

In Manhattan where the 18th Street gang wants to expand their business, the gang organization that exists in it is the Hong Gang in Chinatown.

The Hong Gang is not a powerful gang. The 18th Street gang uses the reputation of their gang to use coercion and inducement to take away the various properties of the Hong Gang at extremely low prices. This is the so-called merger and become a family. But in fact, it is I want to deal with Hong Gang softly.

The people from the Hong Gang were not stupid, so they naturally refused to agree, which is why today's scene happened.

Dashan, a cadre from the 18th Street, led a team of elites in the organization to find the location of the Honghong leader through the intelligence of the gangsters, and staged this atrocity on the street.

As a cadre on 18th Street, Dashan has done this kind of thing a lot, and he can even be said to be very skilled at it.

He looked at the attic that could collapse at any time and smiled disdainfully. They are just a group of yellow monkeys. They dared to refuse the invitation from 18th Street. Killing your leader today is a warning to you.

Dashan put away his gun and turned around, intending to withdraw from the territory of the Hong Gang. Even if there was a mole who drove away the people, it would still be dangerous to stay for too long. After all, this was still the territory of the Hong Gang.

The moment Dashan was walking, he saw from the corner of his eye a small group of people running into the attic.