Only a few meters away from the gun point, the heavy motorcycle stopped.
Zhou Qingfeng took off his helmet and stepped on the footrest. There were several more guns pointing at his head. In addition to the AKM-47 on the opposite side, there were also several Tokarev-33s surrounding him.
The tough guy on the opposite side looked at Zhou Qingfeng for a few times. Several people ran out from behind him and went to the entrance of the alley to watch. The radio reported that there was no other movement.
"Baby, you don't look like a policeman, what are you doing here?" The sharp guy first spoke in Vietnamese, then Cantonese, and finally mixed in a few curse words in English.
A gunman came up to search him. Zhou Qingfeng pushed the other person's hand away with a palm, "You provoked me and forced me to come to you."
After saying that, Zhou Qingfeng pushed away the opponent's leader's gun, rubbed the opponent's shoulder, and walked into the iron room.
"You don't pay much attention to protecting intellectual property rights. In other words, you don't have this concept at all. I really hate piracy!"
The printing press in the tin room has been working. There are pirated comics piled up next to the machine. I flipped through it and found that the paper was poor and the paint was dull. It was completely incomparable with the genuine ones from Tianyang Printing Factory.
But this thing actually robbed the genuine market. Some people will always choose cheap products, but this has greatly affected the income of ‘Shengguang Entertainment’.
Comics can be pirated, and video tapes can be transcribed. The latter is more profitable, and Zhou Qingfeng does not allow others to get involved - whoever dares to steal business will be killed!
But what surprised Zhou Qingfeng was not the pages that kept turning out from the printing press cylinder, but a number of trade documents on a table.
The documents are all handwritten in Latinized Vietnamese.
There is a wicker chair behind the desk, where the Vietnamese boss of the iron room works. Zhou Qingfeng took over it as soon as he came, sat down on the wicker chair, and grabbed a few documents.
The Vietnamese in the house were extremely angry at Zhou Qingfeng's sudden appearance, and they were even more angry that this young man was not only not afraid of him, but also messed with the documents on the table.
"Baby, if you touch my things again, I'll blow your head off. Who are you?" The Vietnamese leader had never seen Zhou Qingfeng so fearless of death. He tried to take back the flipped handwritten documents.
But Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand slightly, avoided the other party's palm, and asked: "Are you in the rice business? Vietnamese rice? Speaking of which, I also want to purchase some grain."
Southeast Asia has good water and heat conditions and fertile soil.
Rice is harvested three times a year in Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand and other places. Crop export has always been an important means for these countries to obtain foreign exchange.
However, the current level of agricultural cultivation in China is not high yet. No matter whether it is improved seeds, pesticides, chemical fertilizers or agricultural machinery, although they are growing rapidly, they are still far from enough.
As for hk, food basically depends on external input.
Judging from the manifest, these Vietnamese people made a little money by selling rice.
If you think about it carefully, Southeast Asia's industrial capabilities are worse than China's, and it is so close to China that it is a natural dumping ground for low-end industrial products and a place for purchasing agricultural products.
However, Southeast Asian countries have been following the eagle sauce for a long time, and the market is occupied by footbath and Nanbang. Rabbits don’t even eat meat, and they don’t even take a few sips of soup.
After all, the Chigua Reef naval battle with Yuehou was fought only in 1988 - twenty or thirty years after the incident, public officials are still mocking the country on the Internet for not commemorating the martyrs who "sacrificed" in that naval battle.
Damn it, I just lost an arm in this naval battle, where are the martyrs?
But..., this is not the point of desktop handwritten documents.
"Jakarta, Manila, Bangkok, Osaka, Hanoi, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Taipei, Seoul." Zhou Qingfeng read out a series of ports and cities in East Asia according to the text on the document.
"Oh my God, there is a huge trade network and hidden underground smuggling lines here. The value of this thing is huge. Is it you Vietnamese who did it?
No, it's not like that. You losers don't have that ability. This should be a network formed by gangs and forces from all over the world. I just need such a network."
Zhou Qingfeng acted too calmly, and the Vietnamese leader became angry. He pulled the gun and opened the safety, and pointed the AKM in his hand at his head.
But just as he raised the muzzle of the gun, a huge force was pulled in the hand of the Vietnamese leader. His hand holding the gun felt as if it had been struck by lightning, causing severe pain like an electric shock.
Without letting go of his finger on the trigger, the bullet fired with a bang and he fired a shot towards the roof of the tin house.
Hearing the sound of gunshots, the Vietnamese soldiers following behind showed their fierce looks and aimed their guns at the young man who came inexplicably and shot him to death.
But before they could pull the trigger, Zhou Qingfeng only sighed in response...
Outside the iron door, the sound of mechanical parts being separated and reassembled suddenly rose and fell.
Perhaps in an instant, the heavy-duty "Jialing" motorcycle transformed into a standing machine, transformed into a two-meter-tall humanoid machine and rushed into the iron house.
The Vietnamese in the room all had their backs turned, showing no reaction to the sudden change. The tall mechanical demon girl's hands turned into gun barrels, and a series of gunshots exploded.
Several bullets penetrated the back of the Vietnamese Ma Zai's head, causing his bones to break, blood to splatter, and his brain to be smeared on the ground.
This is a structural transformation that Arcee can only complete in the real world, transforming between a heavy motorcycle and a humanoid machine. As she continues to evolve, her combat effectiveness becomes stronger and stronger.
The sudden sound of gunfire echoed far away and could be heard in nearby neighborhoods.
The wandering warblers on the street were so frightened that they fled in all directions, and nearby residents even closed their doors and windows tightly, not daring to say anything.
The Vietnamese leader, who only had severe pain in his fingers, fell down suddenly in the sound of gunfire. When he turned around, he saw a scene that he had never dared to imagine in his life - a humanoid machine was staring at his head with eager eyes.
"Master, do you want to kill him?" Arcee asked.
The Vietnamese leader was breathing rapidly with a "hoho" sound in his mouth, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
After Zhou Qingfeng searched the desktop and rummaged through several drawers, he found only a few hundred receipts in addition to a few grenades.
"A bunch of poor people with no money." Zhou Qingfeng threw the grenade to Arcee, "This thing may be of some use to you, but it is of no use to me."
The American M26A1 grenade was widely used by the US military during the Vietnam War.
Zhou Qingfeng has no use at all.
Arcee's hand returned to its palm shape, and after receiving the grenade, she shook her head and said, "Unless Master, you want to fight someone, I won't be able to use this thing."
After walking around in the tin house, I finally determined that these Vietnamese people are really poor. So they can't even steal pirated copies, and the "environmentally friendly" comics they produce can only be bought at low prices.
This is serious market interference!
"Blow up the equipment here." Zhou Qingfeng put away all the documents and threw them into the air. Sophia's shadow appeared, and a 'scholar's touch' collected all the information in the documents.
Through this information, the 'Holy Light' will replace this group of Vietnamese and embed into a ready-made underground trade network.
As for the printing factory in the tin house, Zhou Qingfeng only thought that he had destroyed a piracy den and at least recovered the subsequent losses.
"By the way, blow this guy up too."
The grenade clicked on Arcee's fingertips and the safety ring popped out.
The Vietnamese leader saw the Mechanical Magic Girl and the phantom of the book charm, and became insane. However, the pre-detonated grenade pulled him back from his thoughts. He raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop, don't kill me. I am willing to surrender."
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The grenade had been thrown, and Arcee blocked the iron door, holding a heavy shield in front of her. Shu Mei left with Zhou Qingfeng.
The fire exploded, and the iron house swelled and collapsed. The underground printing factory was blown into a mess.
Amidst the loud noise, glass windows in surrounding streets shattered. Hundreds of households felt the devastating blow.