"Boss, are you planning to walk to Shanghai?" Long Yu and the Eight Death Gods did not stop for a moment. They walked out of the snow castle and jumped in the vast snow-capped mountains before slowly slowing down. Xiong Yinzhe, who was following him, asked
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"No way?" Long Yu asked quietly as he jumped forward.
"Boss, we have such deep internal strength." Xiong Yinzhe said depressedly.
"That's it. I'm sorry, I forgot that you are all beginners in martial arts." Long Yu got new power and excitedly wiped out both of their abilities. He laughed dryly and landed on the vast white snow. Long Yu
Stopping suddenly, no one was dissatisfied. The Eight Gods of Death followed him and Xiong Yinzhe and Xiong Yuzhe landed next to him.
"Boss, let's go back to the snow castle first and wait until we book a flight tomorrow." Xiong Yinzhe suggested.
"That's fine. You two will go back to the snow castle first, and then take a plane to Shanghai to meet me tomorrow. My mobile phone number is xxxxxxx." Long Yu nodded, turned around and asked, "You eight should be capable.
Fly to Shanghai?"
"Yes." Eight people replied in unison.
"Let's go." Long Yu said softly, jumped up and disappeared in front of Zong Ren, followed by the eight gods of death.
"So fast! It turns out that the boss just slowed down to wait for us on purpose." Yinzhe said in shock as he looked at the place where Long Yu disappeared.
In the bustling and chaotic Shanghai, gangs of all sizes have received news that the Huahai Gang, a subsidiary of the Huatian Gang, has withdrawn from Shanghai.
It started to rain lightly in Beijing. Pedestrians were avoided and vehicles were moving slowly. It looked like the blood rain of the underworld was about to appear. Beijing is a government center, and the underworld people did not dare to be too crazy. The civilians were still living peacefully. What about Long Yu?
Will the plan succeed?
Time always flows like water, silently, and a few days pass in an instant. Long Yu's Beijing plan will be implemented by Jiang Jian, and the red maple will be dyed with a bloody storm.
On a gloomy night, the lights in Beijing were brightly lit, it was drizzling in the sky, and the number of people was dwindling. On rainy and cloudy days, people in the underworld were hiding in nightclubs, casinos and other places to start their happy days.
The underworld in Beijing is calm, but is it really that calm? The underworld in Beijing has basically made no moves, but the Red Maple Society has launched a big move. They can be said to have come out in full force. The people in the Red Maple Society all put on red raincoats.
They were scattered and walking on the avenue. The blood-red figures walked straight towards the Siying headquarters. It seemed that they wanted to attack the Siying, but they had no weapons in their hands.
Liang Bingfei was in the office on the eighth floor of an eighty-eight-story building on Fengxing Road in Beijing. He was about to get off work when a cell phone rang. Liang Bingfei was shocked when he heard the sound, because he knew what it meant. This phone only had
An emergency would only sound. Liang Bingfei quickly calmed down. He believed that there was nothing he could not handle now that he was in Beijing.
"What's the matter?" Liang Bingfei answered the phone and asked dissatisfiedly.
"Brother, there are many people in red raincoats coming from the headquarters." Mao Haixin's urgent call came from the other end of the phone.
"How many are there?" Liang Bingfei asked displeasedly.
"No less than a thousand people." Mao Haixin's very honest words came from the other end of the phone.
"Thousands of people?" Liang Bingfei asked a little surprised.
"Yes, they are all over the mountain. It seems they are coming to find us." Mao Haixin reported a little surprised.
"Who are they?" Liang Bingfei was shocked when he heard this. He couldn't think of any gang in Beijing that would deal with him on such a large scale.
"I don't know, I've never seen it before. Brother, with the 800 people in our headquarters, we can't hold it at all. What should we do now?" Mao Haixin became a little anxious.
"I don't know either. Forget it, I'll take people over now. If you don't do it, don't do it." Liang Bingfei said anxiously, threw away the phone, and pressed several numbers in succession. Liang Bingfei made a few anxious calls.
, turned around and walked out of the office, then walked through a corridor and entered the elevator.
On Fengxing Road in Beijing, you walk through a long corridor that leads directly to a mountain in the suburbs. On the top of this mountain, there is a very high-end villa, which is the headquarters of the Dead Heroes. It is drizzling in the sky, and the whole mountain is shining with a faint red light.
, if you look carefully, you can see that they are red figures.
A large group of people in red raincoats, with empty hands, immediately surrounded the villa. The iron door of the villa was tightly closed, and electric current flashed from time to time. More than a hundred people were inside the iron door. There were black holes above the iron door.
If you look carefully, you can see that they are black gun barrels.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked a big man wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella among the hundreds of people inside the iron gate.
The person leading the team in red raincoat was Jiang Jian. He stood in front of the iron gate and looked inside coldly. He saw that among the more than a hundred people, except for one holding an umbrella, most of them were wearing raincoats. Jiang Jian knew that this person was one of these people.
The eldest brother looked at him coldly and asked: "Where is Liang Bingfei?"
"Why are you looking for my elder brother?" The man was confused when he heard the voice and asked instead without answering.
"Who are you?" Jiang Jian asked coldly.
"I am the head of Si Ying San, Mao Haixin. Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man said in a rough voice. He saw Jiang Jian take off his sunglasses and threw them away. Thinking of the photos Liang Bingfei showed him, he was a little surprised and continued.
Said: "You are the boss of the Red Maple Club, Jiang!"
"Yes, we are from the Red Maple Club." Jiang Jianyin said with a smile.
"We, the four heroes, have never offended you, Hongfeng. Why are you here this time?" Mao Haixin was very surprised. There were a few madmen in Hongfeng, but they were just a mid-level gang. How could they call in thousands of people?
!
"Haha, how should I say this." Jiang Jian chuckled, thought for a while and then said: "To put it simply, Hongfeng decided to defeat the Beijing underworld and prepare to unify the entire Chinese underworld. To put it more complicatedly, you four heroes
Those who have offended Hongfeng will be the first to attack you."
"Piece the underworld in Beijing and unify the underworld in China?" Mao Haixin found Jiang Jian's big words very funny and asked with a chuckle.
Jiang Jian ignored him, took a step back and looked into the distance, and saw that the iron gate was covered with electric current wires, making it impossible to break through by force. Jiang Jian glanced around, suddenly shook his hands, waved two Tang knives, and then disappeared in a flash.
Mao Haixin looked in shock at the place where Jiang Jian disappeared, and then heard the sound of "What! What!" The sound of electric current leaking. Hearing the sound, Mao Haixin looked up and saw that all the wires on the iron door were cut off and hanging down. Mao Haixin was shocked.
Before they could stop looking at each other, the people in front of the iron gate took off their red raincoats one after another, and then took out the silver machine guns behind them, and then "click..." a burst of machine gun sounds sounded...
Jiang Jian carried out the order and took the people from the Red Maple Society, preparing to attack Siying first. Will he succeed? If you want to know what happens next, please read the next chapter, Breaking Siying.
