At the residence of the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, Gass was furious.
"Trash, you bunch of trash!"
A roar made people feel that the sixty-year-old Guis was full of confidence.
The ones who were being scolded were his sons and godsons, who filled the whole hall.
Everyone lowered their eyebrows and didn't dare to express their anger. They didn't know what was going on.
Some people even regretted that they should not have attended this morning shift meeting.
The morning shift meeting was a rule set by Gass before he became commander-in-chief of the armed services.
If we trace it back carefully, I'm afraid it's even earlier, probably when he first formed his own private army.
In this situation, no one dares to stand up and speak.
Even his biological sons Gai Wenming, Gai Wenhua and Gai Wenhao just lowered their heads and acted well-behaved.
The atmosphere in the hall was very depressing.
Except for the sound of Gus breathing heavily, there was no other sound.
Only Wang Qiang stepped forward and reminded in a low voice, "Godfather, Mr. Smith invited us to be guests. The time is today at noon. You..."
"As a guest, as a guest, why don't I go and listen to his ridicule? If you don't go, you go in my stead!"
Old Gas rolled his eyes and softened his tone, "Qiangzi, you go to represent your godfather. Don't embarrass your godfather. Besides..."
Speaking of this place, he glanced around with sharp eyes and pulled Wang Qiang aside, "You think of a way to help my godfather find a few talents for stone gambling. My godfather must save face!"
Gass made a fist-clenching gesture with his hand, indicating that he was very determined.
Wang Qiang smiled, and no one noticed that there was a hint of teasing in his smile, "Haha, don't worry, godfather, I will definitely complete the task!"
He knew in his heart what the source of Guis's anger came from.
After the banquet yesterday, Gass was dragged by a Chinese friend to gamble on stones, and the two got into a gambling mood.
Each person chooses a rough stone to see who has the right vision, betting one billion.
In the end, Gass lost.
In order to gain the trust and favor of his godfather, Wang Qiang did not think of any way.
He even risked his life to bribe the people around Gass and knew every move of Gass.
It has to be said that Wang Qiang is also a smart person, but Gass just doesn't like his cleverness, which Wang Qiang would never have thought of.
Precisely because he could not understand this point, Wang Qiang behaved as always, coming up with ideas and working hard.
Gus disliked him as always.
Wang Qiang has a feeling of helplessness and loss: I originally put my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines in the ditch.
This time around what my godfather ordered me to do, it seems that things have taken a turn for the better.
Although he despised his godfather Gass from the bottom of his heart, Wang Qiang still mustered up 100% energy to do a good job and please his godfather.
The shift meeting is over and we walk out of the meeting hall.
"Qiangzi, what did your godfather say to you?" A Biao caught up from behind, followed by A Bao.
"Brother Biao, Brother Bao." Wang Qiang had a look of embarrassment on his face and hesitated to speak.
When Wang Qiang called out Brother Bao, Ah Bao also rushed forward. He complained with great dissatisfaction, "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. You look like this, you are really in a hurry!"
"That's it, two brothers, godfather..."
Wang Qiang confronts Gass
He told the story again, without hiding anything, but he added a little more jealousy, "For my safety, my godfather asked me to ask you two for someone!"
"Want someone?"
The two of them didn't want to believe their ears. You looked at me and I looked at you.
My heart said, don’t you have enough people of your own? Do you want to go to war?
As the commander of the guard, Wang Qiang did not have an advantage in terms of numbers of troops, but they were two battalions of elite soldiers, numbering a thousand.
A Biao asked the doubt in his heart, "Is there a battle to be fought?"
"Yes!"
In Wang Qiang's opinion, each one of the swordsmen is worth a thousand.
Dealing with these professional soldiers is nothing more than fighting.
However, in order to get the person he wanted, he still made the necessary explanation, "Brother Biao, Brother Bao, you still remember what I mentioned yesterday, right? You should not forget the fighting power of the blade. In order to eliminate six people
,..."
Wang Qiang wanted to continue, but Ah Bao stopped him, "Okay, Qiangzi, don't say anything. It's embarrassing to say it. Brother Bao will give you four camps."
There were about 2,000 people in the four battalions. Wang Qiang thought for a moment and said nothing, but looked at Xia Houbiao.
"Don't look at your brother Biao like that. Don't worry, brother Biao will give you five camps."
A Biao had a look of disdain on his face, but he looked at A Bao as if he were looking at a fool.
Their two guard divisions, with at most less than sixty battalions, were sent out with nine battalions of troops at once, and they couldn't help but feel reluctant to part with them.
This kind of force is basically privately armed, and its military supplies mainly rely on robbery.
It is not easy to grow to this scale. Once people are sent out, they may be beaten by meat buns and never come back.
There was a burst of surprise on Wang Qiang's face, "Then don't be stunned, Brother Biao, Brother Bao, let's gather all the troops now, and I'll set off!"
Gass's bodyguards are not designed to protect his power, so as the commander of the bodyguards, he cannot be easily mobilized and must bring at most two close associates with him.
Now that he has nine battalions of troops to support himself, it is undoubtedly a gratifying thing.
There are nine battalions and more than 4,000 people. Even if people with swords come, they feel somewhat confident.
In fact, it is not too much for Wang Qiang to ask these people to protect him.
When operating in a mining area, if you carry expensive items on the road, you will often encounter roadblocks and robberies.
He also thought that taking these nine battalions with him and using them smoothly in the future would be his own strength.
Therefore, before setting off, Wang Qiang called the nine battalion commanders to his side.
"Everyone, listen, Commander Biao and Commander Bao have said that from now on, you will be under my control. Next, I will announce the marching order."
Wang Qiang commanded more than 4,000 people for an action for the first time, and his excitement was palpable. "I will organize you into one to nine battalions. The marching sequence is as follows. The ninth battalion is the forward battalion. It is responsible for front reconnaissance and path exploration. It is also our advance battalion.
After arriving at the target area, we first send out warnings to surrounding high points to ensure the safety of our team."
Wang Qiang had never directed an operation involving more than a thousand people, but he was very efficient in dispatching them.
"The second and third battalions are responsible for guarding the left and right sides respectively. They are the side barracks and are responsible for the safety of the team's flanks."
"The remaining battalions will march in the order of the first battalion, the fourth battalion, the fifth battalion, the sixth battalion, the seventh battalion, and the eighth battalion. The target area is the Pagan Mining Area!"
"My position is in the 1st Battalion. Everyone go down and prepare separately. The 9th Battalion will set off immediately. We will follow up half an hour later."
When Wang Qiang led nine battalions of troops to the Pagan mining area, Smith was already in line
The team is waiting.
The person he was preparing to welcome was Commander-in-Chief Gas.
In Smith's eyes, almost everyone here is an inferior person. There are not many people worthy of his respect, and Gass is one of them.
However, when he saw that Wang Qiang was the only person getting out of the car, his face immediately darkened.
He coldly asked Wang Qiang, who was walking over, "Didn't your Commander-in-Chief receive my invitation?"
"Oh, no, no, Mr. Smith, you seem..."
The smile on Wang Qiang's face froze, and what he wanted to say was instantly shocked.
He saw a man standing next to Smith, Meng Qinghui?
It was impossible for Wang Qiang not to know Meng Qinghui during his three years in the Blade Brigade. He had even seen him more than ten times in his dreams.
At this moment, his mind was spinning thousands of times.
There were more than 4,000 security forces behind him, and he wanted to give an order to take people.
But as soon as he thought about it, he stopped again. He knew Meng Qinghui that if he gave the order, he would probably die first.
Since the other party was standing next to Smith so calmly and looking at him like this, there must be more than a dozen ways to make him disappear from the world immediately.
He smiled slightly awkwardly and pointed at Meng Qinghui, "Meng, Meng..."
Smith saw that this Wang Qiang seemed to know Meng Qinghui, and he suddenly became interested, "It seems you don't need me to introduce you, Mr. Meng!"
"Yes!" Meng Qinghui took half a step forward, just enough to reach Wang Qiang's arm.
"Qiangzi, you kid, it's been a long time!" Meng Qinghui grabbed Wang Qiang's arm enthusiastically, shook it vigorously, then gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said, "I came specifically to find you this time! Don't you welcome me?"
Wang Qiang naturally knew what Meng Qinghui was referring to.
"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Meng, we haven't seen each other for a long time. We miss you very much!"
Wang Qiang broke free from Meng Qinghui's hands with force, and then turned to Smith, "Mr. Smith, our commander-in-chief suddenly encountered something unexpected, and sent me to express my gratitude on his behalf with full authority!"
"Well, I would also like to express my gratitude to my most distinguished friend, Mr. Gass!"
After some polite greetings, everyone filed into the banquet hall.
While marching, Meng Qinghui always followed Wang Qiang.
There was a figure in the crowd, which also attracted Wang Qiang's attention. The man's behavior and posture were very familiar.
Thinking of a person, Wang Qiang's heart trembled, and he shuddered.
Meng Qinghui, who was following him, took his arm again and asked, "Qiangzi, are you cold?"
The weather in early spring turns from warm to cold.
There was nothing unusual about Wang Qiang's performance. He laughed repeatedly and said, "A little, a little!"
Smith also invited almost all the mine owners in the Pagan mining area to this banquet.
On the one hand, I want to celebrate my recent achievements in various aspects, and on the other hand, I want to show off my personal connections in the government and military.
After all, my old friend Gass had just been elected as the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces. Inviting him to come over to support the occasion could be regarded as establishing his authority in front of everyone. Unfortunately, he was not invited, but a godson was invited.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Today, our Green Hat Co., Ltd. specially invites Commander-in-Chief Mr. Gass to attend the banquet. Mr. Gass is busy with military affairs and has specially appointed his Guard Commander Mr. Wang Qiang to attend as a representative. Everyone is welcome!"
Wang Qiang stood up and saluted politely.
At this time, he felt a murderous gaze directed at him.