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Chapter 233

After careful observation for a long time, the gangster Ye Jihuan actually hesitated. This was the first time he had ever seen him.

It's like a dog biting a hedgehog, with nowhere to bite.

There is a dedicated elevator entrance on the side of the building.

Parked in a row were four black Chevrolet 7.4-liter SUVs. The fronts of the cars were facing outward. The wide bodies were very domineering. The windows were covered with dark film, so you couldn't see anything inside the car.

This has almost become the iconic car of the God of Fortune, driving Hong Kong's richest people to buy the same model one after another, and it has become fashionable for a while.

Two years ago, the wealthy people in Hong Kong were more fond of Rolls-Royce, but now they are becoming more and more low-key.

When it comes to wealth, who can compare with the God of Wealth, not even Li Caishen.

The bodyguards at the dedicated elevator entrance would come out from time to time, watching the surroundings with vigilant eyes. They all looked tall and burly, with leopard-shaped heads and sharp eyes, making them very difficult to deal with.

There are also two black charcoal heads that look like meat mountains, which give people a really strong sense of oppression.

No matter how powerful the bodyguard is, the gangster Ye Jihuan will not be afraid at all. Since he is willing to risk his life, he will not fight again. It is not like he has never fought with hundreds of black policemen in the street.

Who can frighten the sky and the corpses on the streets?

The key is that the black 7.4-liter Chevrolet is bulletproof and armored. When driving on the street, the tire treads are deeply pressed, just like a land tank.

This fact could not be concealed from Ye Jihuan, a veteran gunman, and his heart dropped.

Bullets can't penetrate, so how can anyone play?

Ye Jihuan dropped the newspaper in his hand angrily, wanting to scold his mother for not being such a bully.

After thinking about it, there are only two opportunities to take action.

One is to use a truck to block the convoy after arriving at the Pacific Company, and directly attack the other party. However, the other party's bodyguards are not vegetarians, and the police from the downtown area also come very quickly. If a quick victory cannot be achieved, this method will lead to life or death.

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One took action in a secluded area of ​​Lugard Road, with two vehicles blocking the narrow mountain road.

The biggest problem is how to pry open the Chevrolet bulletproof armored vehicle. I'm afraid it will require explosives.

As a professional robber, Ye Jihuan knew that casual bullets would only scratch the target and would not hurt the target's hair.

This time, the idea of ​​"meat ginseng" was taken up, and it was regarded as a new career in the underworld. Ye Jihuan and his men were professional armed robbers, and the money was really attractive.

After the Oppo brand computers sold by Atlantic Business Machines became a global hit, the stock price soared into the sky. Hong Kong newspapers reported incessantly that the God of Wealth alone had earned HK$300 billion (US$40 billion), which made people dizzy.

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In comparison, Li Caishen is simply inferior.

Not only the bad guys in Hong Kong, but also the mafia in the United States, Fuso and even as far away as Italy are ready to take action, trying to make a fortune.

pity

There were so few opportunities. The God of Wealth King's family members were all in the mainland, and no one dared to put their hands there to commit crimes. He really didn't know how he died.

In the United States, the God of Wealth flies around in the sky from the manor to the company.

Without inside information, it is still difficult to get a close grasp even if you occasionally go on vacation or conduct field inspections. What's more, there are so many bodyguards around you that the opportunity to make a move is fleeting.

Only in Hong Kong is there a glimmer of possibility.

The three gangsters sat in KFC all afternoon, until dusk, when the surrounding streets lit up.

The waiter looked here from time to time, but Gao Laofang glared back fiercely;

"What are you looking at? Pujie, clean this place, and bring some family buckets and cola water. If your mother moves the abacus beads, she will die as a waiter in her life."

The waiters were too scared to speak. There are hundreds of thousands of young and Dangerous boys in Hong Kong, and there are many clubs. Who knows which bad boy these guys are?

After waiting for a long time, there will be a harvest.

Ye Jihuan's eyes suddenly flashed with coldness. Seeing this, Mangbiao looked back. Through the window glass, he could clearly see several bodyguards coming out of the dedicated elevator of Pacific Building.

They spread out and stood guard by the car, scanning the surroundings with cold eyes.

not a few minutes

A group of well-dressed business elites came down from upstairs, chatted casually with each other, walked to the parking lot in front of the building to pick up their cars, and then dispersed.

Ye Jihuan neither knew nor cared about these attendees. He thought they were all the company's management. Those with one or two hundred million at most would be enough to make a living. They were not necessarily richer than himself.

Soon, a tall young man walked out accompanied by the middle-aged man next to him. The two stood at the elevator entrance and said goodbye with a smile.

Ye Jihuan stared intently at the tall young man. He was the protagonist who had been bombarded in Hong Kong newspapers, the "God of Wealth", and his reputation was resounding at home and abroad.

If he could tie up this "big ginseng", Ye Jihuan dared to ask for 50 billion. Then the whole world would know that he was such a number one person, and it would be worth his while to die.

Ye Jihuan's heart was burning;

He knew that he had to take action within these two days. The opportunity was fleeting and he had to raise arms and manpower as soon as possible, especially explosives.

The poor want money but not their lives; the rich want their lives but not money.

When it comes to gambling, Ye Jihuan asked himself that he has never been afraid of anyone. He would die lying on the street and die. If he succeeds, he will become rich.

The evil reputation shocked Hong Kong Island, and the Hong Kong Governor did not take it seriously. All he had to do was make a phone call, and all the rich people in Hong Kong Island would obediently send money.

Even the King of Wealth dares to kidnap him, what else can he not dare to do?

Over there

Wang Yaocheng said goodbye to President Mo Yuxuan happily and got into the car. A group of four black Chevrolet SUVs drove out of the building entrance and drove quickly along the street without noticing anything unusual.

Ye Jihuan sat in the restaurant, staring at the oncoming motorcade until the motorcade roared past, picking up the fallen leaves flying on the street.

"Boss, do you want to vote for this?"

Ye Jihuan turned around quietly, the fiery desire in his eyes uncontrollable. Sangbiao immediately realized that the boss had made up his mind.

"Gao Laofang, you go get arms tonight. I want TNT explosives, grenades and AK47 submachine guns. It would be better if there are landmines. I want the most powerful guys and prepare for a big fight. I need at least 15 people armed."

Lots of ammunition."

"Boss, I'm going to buy arms overnight." Gao Laofang was gearing up with excitement on his face.

"Sangbiao, don't you know a few brothers who are not afraid of death? Now the opportunity to make a fortune has come, let's see if they join the gang." Ye Jihuan's eyes flashed with cruelty; "If you don't want to do it, there's no need to meet them.

It will be sunny tomorrow."

Sangbiao spat out the chicken bones in his mouth and said with a rebellious look on his face: "Those Vietnamese guys are crazy poor. They dare to kill people for 100,000 yuan. I have seen blood on my hands before. The least I can do is bring you some blood."

Five people come back."

Ye Jihuan; "The more cannon fodder, the better. I don't want those soft-legged crabs. I have to be ruthless enough."

"Don't worry, boss. As long as you give them money, these Vietnamese guys can put a hole in their heads. They are all bad guys who have been on the battlefield. They have no ability to make money while raising a family. They are not far away from starving to death."

You have long wanted to follow me, and you will never let it go if you have the opportunity to save your life."

"Okay, each person will be given 200,000 yuan for settlement allowance first, and we will divide the money after everything is done. This time, I want to make a big profit, and you two will become rich overnight. Don't care about the small money." Ye Jihuan's gloomy words,

Hearing it in Ma Zai's ears is not like fairy music.

"Haha, just leave the arms to me."

"There's no problem with the people. I'll try to bring a few more back."

Gao Laofang and Sangbiao's eyes met in surprise and joy, what else could they say?

Fuck you.


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