These are almost the elite of the Vietnamese gang, and the person at the front is short in stature, with dark skin, and a pair of bright eyes. He is about fifty years old. It takes almost no guessing. Zhang Yang knows that this is the boss of the Vietnamese gang. :Brother Qiang.
In New York's Chinatown, there is a gang known for its ferocity - the Vietnamese Gang.
The members of the Vietnamese gang are all former South Vietnamese soldiers, and all of them are agile. They all wear black clothes and black trousers, have dark skin, are short in stature, and fight fiercely.
The Vietnamese Gang is a rising gang in Chinatown. This area has been controlled by the Huaqing Gang in the past. Since the Vietnamese Gang broke in, this situation of dominance by the Huaqing Gang has been broken. They went around picking up shirts and competing for territory, and their reputation quickly rose. .The Huaqing gang in Chinatown have all fought against them and know how powerful they are.
The most striking feature of Vietnamese gangs during robberies is that they are not good at Chinese and English, so they use both Chinese and English. As long as the parties hear the cry: "Everyone, get down!", they will know that it is Vietnamese gangs coming to rob.
The spiritual figure in the Vietnamese gang is Li Xingqiang, known as Brother Qiang.
It is said that Brother Qiang fought in Chinatown in his early years and brought all the Vietnamese under his control. However, it has recently been rumored that Brother Qiang rarely takes care of things anymore. In fact, he has become the spiritual leader of the Vietnamese.
As soon as Brother Qiang walked in, Kara stood up, nodded and retreated. Obviously, he did not want to get involved in the struggle of this Asian gang. For them, neither the Asian Big Circle Gang nor the Vietnamese Gang were him. If you want to mess with them, these gangs may not be as rich as the mafia, but these gangs have greater mobility, are more cruel, and are more desperate in their fights. This is incomparable to Western gang organizations.
Just as Kara walked out of the conference room, the conference room suddenly fell into silence for a moment.
Brother Qiang's hair was a little gray, and his eyes were always fixed on a short-haired young man sitting in the front seat opposite. The young man was carelessly playing with a silver pistol. The pistol kept changing in his hands, sometimes Taken apart and suitable for combination, there are some irregular golden bullets scattered on the conference table...
Almost as soon as he came in, Brother Qiang put all his energy on this short-haired young man. This young man had extremely dexterous hands. The pistol kept beating in his hands as if it were alive. This gave him a lot of energy. It put him under tremendous mental pressure.
Brother Qiang suddenly felt a trace of regret. He should not have attended this meeting. It seemed that things were not as simple as he imagined.
Of course, Brother Qiang is just thinking about it. Even if he knows there is danger, he will come because he is the spiritual leader of the Vietnam Gang. Now, there are internal divisions in the Vietnam Gang. As a boss, what he is worried about is not external forces, but It's an internal contradiction.
Just when Brother Qiang was paying attention to Zhang Yang, several strong men looked at Ruan Wenwu with angry expressions, and some of them looked like they were ready to make a move.
"Brother Qiang, I am Wenwu, remember me!" It was Ruan Wenwu who spoke first.
"Of course I remember, you are Chishan's nephew. What happened this time..."
"Brother Qiang!" Ruan Wenwu stood up and interrupted Brother Qiang: "Brother Qiang, I respect you. I also know that it was you who led everyone to take root in San Francisco and build the country. However, I have to say , the current Vietnamese gang is not as united as it used to be, and they all just seize the time to pursue their own selfish interests. My uncle fights for everyone, but when my uncle is in the most difficult time, who can help him? "
Ruan Wenwu's gaze was like a razor blade as he patrolled the surrounding area. When some Vietnamese met his gaze, they couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid it. Obviously, Ruan Wenwu had mentioned their weakness.
"Wen Wu, I also know some things. However, many things cannot be entirely blamed on the brothers. You also know your uncle's temper. Although many brothers have benefited from him, who has not suffered because of his bad temper?
"
"Yes, yes, everyone knows your uncle's bad temper..."
"..."
From Brother Qiang's words and the echoes of some people, I could immediately tell that Ruan Chishan might have a weird and tough personality. He offended a lot of people in the Vietnam Gang, so he always added insult to injury when he was in trouble.
"I don't care. In short, my uncle is dead. I want to get everything that belongs to my uncle back. After I get what I deserve, we will never interact with each other until death. If I take what I deserve,
If someone tries to stop me from getting it, the worst I can do is lose my life..."
With a sound of "Peng!", Ruan Wenwu's military thorn was stabbed hard on the conference table, and his eyes were gleaming fiercely.
"Xiao Wu, we didn't kill your uncle. It's none of our business. What should we do if you kill our boss?" A young man with a thick build and a fierce look didn't seem to be afraid of Ruan Wenwu. He stood up suddenly and shouted.
"Xiaoqiang, even though my uncle is dead, it's still not my turn to be bullied by you. Don't tell me that you didn't hit my girl, right?" Ruan Wenwu sneered.
"So what if it was us who beat you? You violated the gang rules and brought our women to other people's spheres of influence to do business. Are we still polite to you?"
"Xiaoqiang, if I don't take the woman away, will I take her to the Vietnamese gang? Do I, Ruan Wenwu, still have a foothold in the Vietnamese gang?"
"..." Xiaoqiang opened his mouth but no words came out. Obviously, he is a guy who is not good at words.
"Let me tell you, all the women I take with me from now on are mine. I will not give one to you. Anyone who is dissatisfied can just come to me." Ruan Wenwu said with a sinister smile on his face.
"Damn it, kill our boss, how dare you be so arrogant..."
Shockingly, the young man named Xiaoqiang suddenly pulled out a pistol from under his shirt. Almost at the same time, the other four people also pulled out guns at the same time.
Awesome!
Just between the lightning and flint...
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
…
Zhang Yang fired without any warning, five shots! After the five shots, there were a series of falling sounds, including the fierce and sturdy Xiaoqiang, who fell to the ground. There was a bullet hole in their heart, and even
, they didn’t even scream, which shows how accurate this bullet is.
The conference room suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Everyone's muscles were tense, but no one dared to move, not even Brother Qiang.
Brother Qiang's eyes were fixed on the young man above the chief. At this time, the young man was gently blowing the smoke from the muzzle of the gun with his mouth, as if he had done something insignificant and looked lazy.
Looking scattered...
The pressure did not seem to relax because of Zhang Yang's laziness, and the air was filled with a feeling of heart palpitations.
In fact, Zhang Yang had already disassembled the pistol and placed it on the conference table, and the spare parts of the gun were scattered on the table.
Looking at the pile of spare parts, no one dared to look down upon it, because just before Zhang Yang shot, the pistol was also a spare part...
This is a master who plays with guns. As for the level of this master, no one knows, because even some legendary figures who are powerful with guns cannot reach the speed that is beyond people's imagination.
"I almost forgot to tell you that I hate guns, so when I see someone pulling out a gun in front of me, I will have an uncontrollable urge to shoot. Haha, you don't have to look at me, just keep on, keep on,
Negotiation has to be done through negotiation..."
Looking at Zhang Yang's friendly smile, everyone felt a chill running down their spines. This young man was like a devil, killing people while talking and laughing, as if there were more than five lives lying on the ground.
Brother Qiang controlled the beating of his heart. He was also the character rolling on the tip of the knife. Naturally, he felt the look of indifference hidden in Zhang Yang's smile. This was a disregard for life. People with such eyes would kill people.
It must not be calculated in tens digits...
After World War II, someone once studied the psychology and eyes of some snipers. A qualified sniper will have a deep disregard for life. Often, the eyes of a sniper who has hunted hundreds of people are very scary.
The mental power generated makes it impossible for ordinary people to look at each other.
Now, the short-haired young man across from me feels like Brother Qiang.
Who is he?
Brother Qiang racked his brains to think, but there were no clues. He was a little confused. He knew nothing about such an outstanding gunman. If he had known that there was such a super gunman here, he would never have acted like this.
Put yourself in danger...
Unfortunately, everything was too late, and the snipers he had ambushed outside had no effect at all. Of course, Brother Qiang arranged the ambush outside mainly to prevent Kara from killing the leaders of their Vietnamese gang, rather than to deal with Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu.
kind of little people.
Now, Ruan Wenwu and Su Dafeng are no longer small figures, because beside him, there is a super gunner. This mysterious gunman's every move is full of strange power.
"Wen Wu, what are your requests? Since everyone is here today, put everything on the table and make it clear."
Brother Qiang took a deep breath and threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind. He had no choice today. The only way was to calm down Ruan Wenwu before talking.
"Boss, please be patient. We don't mean to cause trouble with you. Wen and Wu just want to get back what belongs to them. In fact, everyone is looking for money. There is gold everywhere in the United States. No one can make it all. We use it
Don't fight in the nest and let the old fox Carla laugh..." Su Dafeng stood up and said.
"Continue!" Brother Qiang and a group of Vietnamese all nodded. Su Dafeng's words touched their hearts. Indeed, the internal strife of a gang is a joke for others.
"Our demands are not high. The boss of the entertainment city used to be the brother of Wenwu's uncle. He did something wrong to Wenwu's uncle. Now, he is dead. I think the one who was beaten to death just now should also be
As his capable subordinate, everyone should have no problem with the entertainment city being transferred to Wenwu, right?"
"this……"
Brother Qiang opened his mouth and hesitated but did not speak. Although he is the boss, he is only a spiritual leader and has no actual rights over such important distribution of interests.
Immediately, not only Brother Qiang hesitated, but everyone else whispered, after all, what is involved now is a piece of land, a land that earns a lot of money every day. Many bosses will never be able to own a real property in the United States, let alone one.
In large entertainment cities, there are many coveted people, and everyone hopes to get something for nothing.
"Crack!"
A metallic scraping sound interrupted some people's murmurs, and the conference room immediately fell into a chilling silence again.
I saw the young man with short hair concentrating on assembling the pistol on the table, moving extremely slowly. Of course, this slow movement seemed to be full of magic, making people feel breathless...