At noon, Du Weiguo first checked the balance of his current overseas account at HSBC Yangon. The result was very satisfactory and pleasing to the eye.
Needless to say, this guy Kongka does things very neatly and is not sloppy at all.
All 43 million U.S. dollars have been received. These funds were all overseas deposits scraped from the old street brokers. Now, they have all gone into Du Weiguo's pocket.
As for the rest of the wealth of these brokers, such as cash, gold, antiques, real estate, etc., they still need to be carefully sorted out by Huo Wei, Ellie and their team.
Cutting off the grass must remove the roots. This is an iron rule. Regarding this, Du Weiguo will never be merciful.
This matter has now been put on the agenda. Once the situation in Liangzhen is completely stabilized, Huo Wei and the others will lead the expedition.
Of course, the main force in this operation to annihilate the brokers was the people from the Triangle, and independent armed forces affiliated with Du Weiguo also began to be formed.
Tang Li has been busy lately. With the support of Mo Lan, he recruits troops, gives money and people, and spares no effort.
At present, he has recruited hundreds of strong men in Pattaya and Bangkok, all of whom are of Chinese descent, have a clean family background, and come from poor families.
This request was made by Du Weiguo himself. Gang members, military gangsters, rich children, as well as foreigners, Xiajiumen, and Jianghu people who run single gangs will not be required.
These men are all fire fighters of the security company and are currently receiving the most basic physical fitness and discipline training in Pattaya.
After Kui Ye Huo Wei and others finished solving the triangle area and the follow-up problems of these brokers, they officially began to receive formal military training.
Moran also has a resolute and resolute temper. In just a few days, he has passed the US military base and is about to transfer Colonel Smith (white-haired gorilla).
We successfully registered a security company and gave it the appearance of a legal military contractor. The company's full name is ssz International Security Company, which translates to "Sha Shen Zhong".
At this point, Du Weiguo's layout in Siam and the Triangle Area has begun to appear impressive.
Mingli, the Hantang Group controlled by Pattaya Moran, has now established a firm foothold and has begun to gradually move away from gray industries and focus on legitimate business.
At present, Hantang Group has begun to enter the real estate and people's livelihood sectors, and all businesses are booming, making money every day.
According to the current development trajectory, it will probably only take a few years to become a unicorn giant company in Siam and even the entire Southeast Asia region.
Behind the scenes, it is the triangular land monopoly business co-chaired by Kongka and Kuiye. Needless to say, this is the most profitable business in the world. There is no one that must be as rich as gold and silver.
Kongka is on the inside, holding heavy troops, controlling production and supply, and expanding production capacity. Kui Ye is on the outside, controlling all-channel sales and selecting high-quality customers. The two work together and restrain each other.
Such a combination of light and darkness complements each other, and coupled with well-trained and elite private armed forces with live ammunition, provides necessary force support.
There is also the Triangular Squadron of Evil Gods composed of Huo Wei, Ellie, and Joseph, which can provide high-end military support and will definitely be invincible and invincible on the ground in Siam.
In the HSBC VIP room, Du Weiguo waved his hand with great pride and transferred 15.5 million US dollars directly to the account designated by Lu Yan.
Among them, 10 million is the deposit for the hired assassination, 5 million is the cost of customizing the weapon, and 500,000 is to compensate Lu Yan for the maintenance cost of the weapon.
It is worth mentioning that the account provided by Lu Yan was a slightly unknown Wakif bank account. From this, it is not difficult to judge that the Brotherhood's base camp is most likely hidden in the desert of the Middle East.
Du Weiguo was so happy to transfer 15.5 million U.S. dollars that he didn't even blink an eyelid. This kind of capitalless business was not very satisfying to do.
In front of the bank, in the half-old Ford car, Lu Yan took the remittance receipt, checked it carefully, and collected it solemnly.
As soon as he looked up, Du Weiguo had a joking smile on his face, a rich and wealthy person, a typical nouveau riche, and he was angry all over.
Lu Yan's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes. His face looks unhappy and indignant:
"Made, this is totally unreasonable. You are obviously a stinky murderer and have made a lot of money, but now you are so rich that you hire us to kill people!"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, with a teasing smile on his face, and said angrily:
"What's wrong? Lu Yan, are you feeling unbalanced? Hey, I'm rich, why are you biting me? Your brotherhood is stuck in the old ways, and its financial resources have been exhausted. It has fallen behind the times.
What age are you still adhering to the pedantic rules, only relying on killing people to open shops to make money, and there will be no successors. In less than 20 years, when all of you are old and dead, you will definitely be uprooted by the Freemasons and killed.
Absolutely."
Lu Yan's forehead veins jumped at the words, and his eyes flashed with anger, but he could not refute.
Although these words are unpleasant to hear, they are not nonsense. The Brotherhood is indeed being hit dizzy by the capital stick of Freemasonry and is struggling to survive.
It turns out that the Brotherhood owns more than 30 Continental hotels alone, almost all over the world. Ever since the merger with the Freemasons in Baghdad.
In the uninhabited desert of the Middle East, a bloody battle broke out that no one knew about, but earth-shaking. Although Noah's army was severely damaged in this battle, the Brotherhood itself also suffered losses.
After the war, the Brotherhood was subjected to a series of subsequent sieges launched by the Freemasons using secular power, and had to retreat again and again.
The extraordinary armed strength of the Freemasons is just the icing on the cake. Their real terror lies in their money.
It is true that money can make all the difference. As long as the money is in place, there will be no one in the world who can make trouble, including senior government officials, local warlords, and even heads of state.
Today, there are only four mainland hotels under the Brotherhood, and they are all still hiding in lawless places. The most frightening thing is that it is difficult for them to receive decent assassination orders.
The Brotherhood has been established for hundreds of years, and its main and core business and income is assassination commissions. To put it bluntly, they are an assassin organization with ancient heritage.
Usually, the Brotherhood usually takes orders through mainland hotels, and their main customer group is the intelligence agencies of various countries.
Only these wealthy troublemakers frequently need to use these so-called third parties to play some shady tricks in secret.
Now, due to the obstruction of the Freemasons, these intelligence agencies that have taken advantage of the situation have terminated their cooperation with them.
As for individual travelers, there are only a few hotels left in mainland China, and they are all located in lawless places.
These lawless places are governed by warlords and are lawless. There will be bloodshed on the streets all day long, and there are pheasant killers everywhere.
These guys with no professional ethics are willing to kill people for 200 US dollars. Even their own parents are willing to do it for 10,000 U.S. dollars. Under such circumstances, how can they accept any big deal?
We can't be too absolute. In fact, last winter, Lu Yan actually got a big deal, and the remuneration was a full 15 million U.S. dollars.
The client of this assassination mission was Kun Tsa, the earth emperor of the Triangle, and the target of the assassination was the evil god in front of him.
At that time, Du Weiguo had just wiped out the Eight Hundred Dragons and defeated the Jiuju Sect in Japan. He was in the limelight, so Lu Yan did not accept the order rashly.
Instead, it was reported to the headquarters. After the Brotherhood carefully investigated Du Weiguo's record and background, they finally gave up the mission decisively.
Now it seems that this decision is extremely wise.
Du Weiguo saw that Lu Yan's face was as dark as water, and his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. He secretly thought that what he had just said was a bit too much, and it would be murderous and heart-wrenching.
Feeling a bit unbearable, I took out my cigarette case and handed him a cigarette. It was a red panda specially supplied from China.
"Come on, brother, try it. This is a filter specially provided by China. It is the best cigarette in the world. I usually don't want to smoke it."
"snort!"
Lu Yan rolled his eyes at him angrily, with an arrogant look on his face. However, he was also a long-time smoker, so after all, he was reluctant to refuse and accepted the cigarette honestly.
Du Weiguo was not angry either. He smiled and took out a lighter to light it for him. He also lit one and slowly exhaled the smoke.
"By the way, Lu Yan, there is something I must tell you."
Lu Yan slowly exhaled the smoke and replied angrily: "You have something to say, something to say, you have money, you are awesome, you are a fucking uncle!"
This guy was still angry, as if he had taken gunpowder, and he spoke rudely. Du Weiguo was not angry either, and his voice was calm:
"In 1965, when I was on a mission in Hong Kong Island, I once met a guy who could shoot arc bullets. He was a mixed race."
Lu Yan sneered and said in a disdainful tone:
"Tch! That's it? I've known about it for a long time. That guy has some connection with us. He's the son of a traitor and is not a member of our brotherhood. Otherwise, how the hell do you think you can survive to this day?"
Lu Yan was not ashamed of his words. Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but said something to him:
"Haha, are you bragging a little too much? At that time, I was the director of the Chinese Secret Service. No matter how awesome your brothers are, how dare you go to China to run wild?"
Lu Yan rarely refuted:
"That's right, if you stay in China all the time, we really can't touch you. This is also the ancestral motto of our brotherhood. China has outstanding people, hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's like the saying "China!"
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo fell silent and slowly closed his eyes, savoring the unique mellow taste of red pandas. Scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Lu Yan's expression moved slightly, he glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "What? Are you homesick?"
Du Weiguo's background is actually not a secret, and many people know about it. Lu Yan is also the talker at the Continental Hotel after all, and he is well-informed, so he naturally knows everything.
Du Weiguo opened his eyes, raised a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, nodded, and said in a slightly melancholy tone:
"Oh, I did think of some past events. It's really hard to look back. Before I knew it, I had been out for more than a year.
Brother, to tell you the truth, I used to be just a small security guard in a factory, and now I have become a notorious murderer."
Du Weiguo suddenly felt a little melancholy, with a hint of sadness in his tone and a serious tone.
Lu Yan was really a little uncomfortable. He was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and spat hard:
"Bah! You are so damn embarrassed! Who are you pretending to be in ecstasy here? You have been here for more than a year and have made more money than you could ever earn in your lifetime. You spend your days drinking and eating meat, living in extravagance and lust. You fell asleep.
How many pretty girls?”
The more Lu Yan talked, the angrier he became. With a red head and a swollen face, he pointed at Du Weiguo's nose and yelled:
"Hypocritical! You don't know your blessings when you are in the midst of blessings. What a mess the north is now. The water is in dire straits. If you are such a bear, if you go back now, you will be killed a hundred times!"
This was clearly Lu Yan's naked revenge, and he only wanted to say something heart-wrenching, but Du Weiguo was really hurt, his expression was gloomy, he lacked interest, and he had no intention of bickering.
Lu Yan is absolutely right. Although Du Weiguo seems to be prosperous now, in fact, he is in a state where it is difficult to return home.
Even if he had the magic teleportation skill at his side, he was not sure that he would be able to take out Yang Caiyu with all his beard and tail. China is really not used to illness these days. It has to be a dragon coiled up and a tiger lying down.
Lu Yan was well-versed in people. He knew at a glance that Du Weiguo was really interested. He also understood the principle of giving up when something is good, so he changed the topic without leaving any trace:
"Should I say it or not, your cigarette is really easy to smoke. By the way, Wesley, do you want to implement this commission at a specified time, or do you want it to be implemented by us?"
When it came to business, Du Weiguo quickly calmed down and replied calmly:
"How long does it usually take your brotherhood to prepare for an assassination mission?"
When it came to serious matters, Lu Yan's face became solemn. There was no trace of cynicism anymore, and his tone was solemn:
"It depends on the situation, but generally the preparation period will not exceed 30 days. Su'a's removal is a high-level position and security is tight, so it should take a maximum of 30 days."
Du Weiguo nodded, and after pondering for a moment, flicked the cigarette butt:
"The specific implementation time is initially set to be one month later. You should start the preliminary investigation preparations recently and wait for my notification."
Lu Yan said concisely: "Okay."
That's right, the task Du Weiguo issued to the Brotherhood this time was to assassinate Suat, and the reward was a full 30 million U.S. dollars.
This price, even in the entire assassin industry, is considered extremely explosive, and has been rare in decades.
The last time there was an assassination mission of equal value and a sky-high price, it was the order to assassinate Japanese Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto in 1943, hey.
Now, Du Weiguo's idea of assassinating Su'at has been exposed and has become a publicity. He is now probably targeted by the Freemasons.
Su'ato must have also known that he was being targeted by the Evil God. After all, he was a military oligarch with overwhelming power, so he had to strictly guard against it and set up a dragnet in his lair.
Now, except for using teleportation skills to flash directly, it is difficult for Du Weiguo to reach Jakarta in other ways.
There is no doubt that Su'at, the devil, must die. If he, a beast like him, is allowed to die, Du Weiguo's time travel will be in vain.
But he has been locked in, unable to move forward, and has no choice but to borrow money to kill people. In this case, the Brotherhood has become a very ideal choice.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and there are still three pounds of nails in the rotten ship. Although the Brotherhood has been in decline, its heritage and elites are still there, and its assassination skills have not been abandoned.
Moreover, they are not ordinary people, they are all ability users. According to Lu Yan, if they are equipped with a special sniper rifle, they can even achieve ultra-long-range sniping from 3 kilometers away.
The cowhide is incredible!
The city of Yangon is generally dilapidated and looks like a park with a weird style intertwined with various fantasy elements.
There are dense and lush green plants everywhere, mixed with beautiful European-style buildings, dilapidated shanties, and either old or splendid pagodas.
The monk, with his left shoulder exposed and wearing a red cassock, was walking barefoot on the street with a peaceful face. Occasionally, a slowly moving bullock cart would appear.
Decent men in suits and leather shoes walked calmly, and fierce-looking Mon men with ashes on their faces, knives on their backs and guns on their backs, passed by each other.
Du Weiguo didn't have a good impression of this fantasy-filled city and had no desire to stay, but after all, this was also the capital of Mian Dian and it also had an airport.
After coming out of the bank, without even eating, Lu Yan hurriedly sent Du Weiguo to the airport.
Snakes have their own paths, rats have their own paths. After all, Lu Yan has been operating the Continental Hotel in Lao Cai for so long, so he naturally has his own channels.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Du Weiguo jumped in line and boarded a flight from New Delhi to Bangkok via Yangon.
At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the flight was calm and uneventful. Except for the smell of curry that filled the cabin which was a bit irritating to the nose, the plane landed smoothly at Don Mueang Airport.
An hour later, Du Weiguo didn't even leave the airport. He took the night dire sent by Mo Li and boarded Reina's special plane, heading east and flying directly to Hong Kong Island.
Du Weiguo sat on a comfortable leather seat, stroking Nightmare's head, looking at the sea of clouds outside the window, and sighed in his heart:
No wonder power fascinates people. This is the charm of privilege. Ordinary people can only look up to someone who is so arrogant.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Du Weiguo didn't even have any luggage. He walked out of Kai Tak Airport with a cigarette in his pocket, a cigarette in his mouth, and a black dog. He stretched his waist and twisted his neck.
Both Reina and Reike were not in Hong Kong Island. It was Ma Wu who came to pick up the plane tonight. When he saw Du Weiguo, he quickly jogged up to him and said in a warm tone:
"Sir, you are back. You have had a hard journey."
Hearing the extremely familiar Beijing accent, Du Weiguo felt very comfortable. He reached out and patted Ma Wu on the shoulder, and replied with a smile:
"Well, I'm back. Fifth Master, how is Xiao Ma's recovery recently?"
Hearing Du Weiguo's first sentence asking about Ma Ning's condition, Ma Wu was very moved, and his eye circles were a little red:
"Sir, I apologize for your concern. The pony is doing well. He has recovered and been discharged from the hospital. He will be full of energy in a few days."
Du Weiguo smiled: "That's good, Fifth Master, let's go, Yau Ma Tei Lao Huangji, I'm almost hungry, let's eat roast goose!"
Ma Wu also laughed: "Okay!"
Du Weiguo suddenly felt a breeze blowing from his hand. When he heard about the roast goose, Night Dire's tail was like a special electric fan, and it was like a phantom.
Lao Wong Kee Roast Goose in Yau Ma Tei is a long-established shop for decades. It is considered one of the most authentic roast goose restaurants in Hong Kong. It has a small store but a lot of diners.
When Du Weiguo and the others arrived, it was already past 9 p.m., and there were only a dozen roast geese left in the store, all of which he wrapped up in one go.
But this is not enough. When Night Dire, a pig, goes all out, it can kill half a roasted tiger and a dozen roasted geese in one go, and it is not even enough to stuff the gap between its teeth.
Besides, Du Weiguo has often painted cakes for Night Dire before. This is his first time in Hong Kong Island, known as the capital of gourmet food, so naturally he has to satisfy his cravings.
After finishing the roasted goose at Lao Huang, Wu Ye drove to Lian Xiang House, and then Jiu Kee Beef Brisket. It was all a clearance-style shopping.
Mr. Wu drove a semi-old Chevrolet Jeep today, and he didn't stop until the car reached its limit and could no longer hold any more.
Du Weiguo didn't even return to his residence, so he just randomly found a roadside stall, ordered a few bowls of wonton noodles, took out the food he bought, and started to show off like crazy.
Night Dire had never tasted such delicacies in the world before. She went crazy on the spot and took one bite of roasted goose without stopping.
At this moment, Du Weiguo suddenly raised his head and looked at the roof of a building across the street, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.
"What are you doing, jumping off the building?" (End of Chapter)