Chapter 63: There is no order of precedence, it is better to hold hands
(Submit first and then change)
Tang Ji knew the layout of Zog Okanda's office. Although he had rarely dealt with the Violent Bear Gang when he was a law enforcer, after all, there were law enforcers in charge of this area, and the Okanda brothers were responsible for this area.
There is no way around it.
Zog Ocanda's office photos don't even require the Law Enforcement Bureau to bother collecting evidence. This upstart updates his personal homepage with photos and videos showing off his wealth every day. Tang Ji can restore the furnishings of his office with his eyes closed.
Of course, considering Hegrandet's weight, Tanguy deliberately brought more explosives and blew a large hole two meters in diameter around the luxurious chair.
Tang Ji stood two meters away from the center of the explosion. When he saw a fat black man sitting on a golden chair falling from the stairs, he threw two defensive grenades towards the hole in the ceiling.
That thing is so powerful that it can ensure that there are no living creatures left in the room upstairs. With the Lazarus Group doing the logistics, Tang Ji's arsenal is much more luxurious.
The explosion that occurred below his buttocks completely blinded Hegrandet. He could not hear anything and could only see the muzzle of Tangji's gun on the opposite side.
Out of survival instinct, Negro Grandet wanted to say something to make peace. After all, there was nothing in his world that could not be settled by money. If there was anything, it would be doubled.
Tang Ji didn't give him a chance to speak at all, he just smiled and pressed the detonator in his hand again.
boom!
Familiar shocks and vibrations were experienced under the Hegelan pedestal, and the floor of the next floor was also blasted through. The chair weighing 180 kilograms and the chair made of heavy gold fell again.
This time, Hegrandet actually felt the pain. When he landed for the first time, his tailbone was broken, but he didn't notice it.
But the pain does not lie, and when the second impact comes, it takes revenge on Blackgrandet with redoubled force.
"No... don't..." Hegrandet slumped on the chair, not even having the strength to stand up. The excruciating pain made it difficult for him to speak.
Then, as two explosions and screams came from upstairs, Tang Ji jumped down and stood opposite Hegrande again.
"Fat man, look up at the camera." Tang Ji held up a camera: "Give the audience a good laugh."
Who can resist a fat black man worth tens of millions, sitting on a golden throne with a mouth full of blood? In the live broadcast area of Puppy Video, the number of people watching the live broadcast soared, and Yaqina, who was hiding behind the scenes, smiled with her mouth curved.
This is her attention. Live broadcasts can earn reputation and make a little money on the way. It is good for everyone, so why not? Anyway, the people who suffer are the ones who deserve to die. Every extra second they live is a waste of air.
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Hegrandet finally still had the aura of a street gangster. Although he was unable to stand up, he managed to spit at Tang Ji's feet and extended his middle finger towards him: "Fuck you!"
boom!
Blackgrande fell down again, and this time his head hit the back of the chair hard. He was so dizzy that he opened his mouth and spit out seven or eight teeth and a small part of his tongue.
"Heh...heh...heh!" Hegrandet looked out the window. He knew that this was his grave. He had done all bad things in his life and had no hope of a good death. But he didn't expect that this day would come so soon.
Or die at the hands of a law enforcer who has nothing to do with him.
Outside is the foundation he built from scratch, and Zog Okanda feels that there is no place more worthy of being his tomb than here.
It's just death, he can face it calmly...
Well, when Hegrandet discovered that Tangji started pouring gasoline on him, he gave in. He wanted to negotiate terms with the other party again. Sometimes dying quickly is also a kind of happiness.
But his tongue was broken and he couldn't speak at all. He could only watch the other party push him to the window and then throw a lighter over.
"It's just in time for you brothers to reunite. Be a good person in your next life." Tang Ji kicked Hegrandet out.
The burning man happened to see the saint holding Ogda's head high in mid-air, and there were stunned spectators below.
This is their funeral, gorgeous and grand.
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The saint held up his trophy, Ogda's ugly head.
When the light reappeared, it was this scene that the audience saw. Silence seemed to extend from the darkness, or perhaps fate had strangled their throats and allowed them to make only a small sound.
More sounds were hidden in the back of the throat, and the audience took a full seven or eight seconds to react before letting out ear-piercing screams.
These people don't care who wins or dies, all they want is a little excitement after living like a walking dead.
They may be insignificant, but there are people here who are willing to sacrifice their lives to please them, and what they have to pay is just a trivial amount of money. Is there any better deal in the world than this?
It was Ogda who died today, which made the audience feel that the money was well spent! This death fighting competition was a huge investment!
"Almighty Jehovah..." The saint was about to chant, but in the next second, seven or eight strong men rushed into the ring. Some went to check Ogda's body, while the rest surrounded the saint.
middle.
The host followed the crowd, a little at a loss. According to the normal procedure, he should announce the winner, but who doesn't know that Ogeda is the brother of the organizer's boss?
He is now dead in an unknown manner, and no one present can escape responsibility!
The nearby audience booed, but that was all. The Saint saw several security guards holding pistols and wisely chose to surrender.
The staff at the arena were also confused. They had never made such a plan!
Ogda's invincible image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Who would have thought that he would fall here? In order for the game to be exciting enough, it is customary to allow debt challengers to come on stage with cold weapons, but this priest brought a little too much...
Now that Ogda is dead, should they hold the challenger accountable, or celebrate as they always did with the victor?
Almost everyone twisted their necks and looked in the direction of Hegrandet's office. They knew that only Hegrandet was qualified to make decisions.
But the next second, a burning corpse was thrown out of the window, screaming and falling to the ground, motionless.
"Is that Mr. Zog?" A sharp-eyed gunman looked at the still burning corpse in confusion: "I recognize his clothes."
In fact, everyone could guess that it was Zog Okanda himself, but no one wanted to be sure. The security guards just left the ring silently, not even moving Ogeda's body.
The Saint walked forward silently, took back his dagger from Ogda's body, waved it perfunctorily towards the audience, and limped out of the ring.