Chapter 908-910: Buying and selling is not a big deal
I said something yesterday that I will try anti-theft today. It won’t last long. Please wait a moment. There is nothing I can do. It has been several months. The author is also a living person... He also has to eat and raise children... and there are monkeys in his children’s school...
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Putting aside everything else, just talking about firepower, Wang Yaozu is definitely worthy of his group of people.
Even if the Soviet Union was replaced by Russia, Wang Yaozu still maintained close ties with the military there. At the same time, he had equally frequent exchanges with Sikorsky, a subsidiary of United Technologies Corporation.
Sikorsky is the manufacturer of Black Hawk armed helicopters, and Wang Yaozu was the first in Asia to purchase a military version of the Black Hawk armed helicopter in the name of a non-state. This set an example for Sikorsky to open up the civilian military market.
Moreover, Wang Yaozu’s vigorous promotion and many practical demonstrations have indeed helped Sikorsky open up the Southeast Asian market, especially Hong Kong Island. In the past two years, Wang Yaozu has helped introduce customers to purchase six Black Hawks.
Helicopter.
They are all high-end models with only the weapons removed and retaining full bulletproof capabilities. Each one sells for more than 6 million U.S. dollars.
In addition, under the operation of Wang Yaozu, the police force purchased two complete Black Hawks, priced at US$8.4 million.
Of course, Wang Yaozu did not make any money in this, and he looked down upon him, but it was not without gain, that is, the support of the satellite and radar system, the lack of ground radar support, and the combat effectiveness and safety of the Black Hawk.
At least down by half.
In the entire Hong Kong Island, only Wang Yaozu has ground thunder in his hands, and with the convenience of taxi companies and radio stations, he provides wireless services covering the entire territory.
Enough said, let’s get back to the point. In fact, when Zhang Ziqiang and the others came over, Wang Yaozu really provided enough firepower and was fully capable of bringing down the helicopter. However, in Zhang Ziqiang’s view, it was not necessary. He was more in favor of that statement.
Firepower is most intimidating only when it is not fired.
Now, the opportunity has come!
"Marmot, are you done down below?" Zhang Ziqiang asked with large headphones at the temporary podium in the corner of the hall.
"Right away, the explosion point has been drilled and explosives are being installed. It will be done in five minutes at most." Underground, Lao Hu asked the captured blasting expert and replied.
Wang Yaozu has implemented this very well in leaving professional matters to professionals. Therefore, the commander of this operation specially hired Zhang Ziqiang's team with a 30% share.
Zhang Ziqiang, under the guidance of Wang Yaozu, also implemented the plan very well, so he kidnapped many experts. For example, this expert who was responsible for blasting was specially brought over from Indonesia across the sea...
How can the matter of kidnapping be called arrest? It is "please"!
Because the other party was very cooperative and agreed to help without any hesitation, without charge, and he did his best!
Explosives Expert: Can you take the gun off my head?
Zhang Ziqiang: That’s okay.
Because I have consulted before, blasting is extremely professional, let alone underground directional blasting.
What is directional blasting? It uses the effect that when explosives explode, most of the medium in the blasting funnel is thrown out in a direction close to the minimum resistance line. Calculation of the farthest throwing distance of the thrown pile (the front edge of the continuous pile) and
The relationship between the throwing distance of the center of gravity and the amount of explosives, and then based on the volume of earth and stone coming out of the blasting funnel is equal to the solid volume of the accumulation, the shape of the accumulation is drawn, and the earth and stone from a certain area are thrown to the designated area and roughly accumulated into the required shape.
Shape of a blasting technique.
To put it simply, in this underground blasting, blasting experts need to calculate the appropriate starting point, the amount of explosives, and the number of blasts based on the size of the passage opening and the size of the concrete layer above that needs to be blasted. Within a relatively safe range, it must not be
This caused the passage to collapse and the explosion range to be too large, causing alarm to the outside world and damage to the interior of the vault, causing trouble for subsequent transportation.
He signaled to Liu Huaqiang again, and the retreat route was also arranged. Only then did Zhang Ziqiang call for a man wearing a bandit hat to come over.
"Jianjun, take the RPG with me to the door in a moment and shoot those guys, but remember not to blow up anyone. Our purpose is to intimidate, not to kill. We can't make the other party panic." Zhang Ziqiang held the opponent's hand.
Shoulder said.
"Ojbk!" That's right, the person who came was Wang Jianjun. It was the mercenary company organized by Wang Yaozu with Wang Jianjun brothers as the backbone that provided "technical support" and "security services" for this "cash machine plan".
For this company, Wang Yaozu has invested more than 100 million Hong Kong dollars. The team has taken shape, but the current business is not much. Most of them are some businesses on the Thai-Myanmar border. The business volume is not large. For this reason, Wang Yaozu is also worried about how to open it.
After all, the market cannot allow itself to fill holes without limit.
The support this time is considered a 'cooperation', and it is divided into 20% for the mercenary company. It is considered an attempt. If it is suitable, the news will be secretly released afterwards. Of course, that is all a story later.
Wang Jianjun turned around to get the RPG, and Zhang Ziqiang walked out of the bank building alone. Maybe it was because of the big explosion just now. When they saw this guy coming out, the police officers subconsciously took a step back.
Ahmed, who took three steps back and hid behind the car, was very angry when he saw this, and shouted loudly: "Everyone move forward, do you still have the consciousness that you are a policeman? No one is allowed to retreat!"
Jumping to the roof of the car, Zhang Ziqiang looked around, gave Ahmed a contemptuous look, stretched out his hand and waved, "Come on, come up a little."
He didn't hear, didn't see, or didn't know. Ahmed immediately turned around and said something to the deputy chief next to him. He looked so serious.
“We did not take the initiative to exchange fire with the police, but this is not the reason for the police’s repeated provocations, nor does it mean that we do not have the strength to fight back. I definitely don’t want to see a second incident like the helicopter raid just now.
, this is my advice to the police, I hope both parties can coexist peacefully and avoid unnecessary sacrifices." Zhang Ziqiang acted like an official spokesman, without any awareness that he was a gangster, and everyone wanted to beat him up.
"In order to prove that we deliberately let go of the helicopter just now, and also to confirm our determination to maintain peace between the two sides, let me show it to you, and ask friends from the police to do a good job in protection to avoid unnecessary casualties.
." After saying that, Zhang Ziqiang waved his hand, and Wang Jianjun immediately ran out carrying the RPG.
As soon as the RPG was unveiled, it immediately caused an uproar among the police. Especially in the front where the RPG was pointed, the Malay police officers fled in both directions like ants in a pot.
Of course, Ahmed had no intention of shouting at the moment and ran faster than anyone else.
Wang Jianjun smiled evilly, lowered the RPG slightly, and pointed it at the police car blocked by the police in the square.
Seeing that everyone was leaving, Zhang Ziqiang shouted loudly: "Launch!"
Lao Hu and Wang Jianjun pressed the button at the same time, "Whoosh" and "Boom!"
Another violent explosion sounded, and the police car targeted by Wang Jianjun was suddenly blown into the sky in the flames. Most of the car body was turned into pieces and shot out in all directions.
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Chapter 906: Entering the Vault
The blown car fell from the sky, the fuel tank shattered, and all the gasoline spurted out, causing a second explosion. As the explosion gradually subsided, a raging fire ignited, and black smoke billowed up, as if the devil was about to come.
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Knocking on the bulletproof car in front of him, Zhang Ziqiang was very satisfied. He had the foresight to build this thing as a fortress in front of the door. It was so damn wise!
Standing up and looking at the extremely embarrassing scene after the explosion, Zhang Ziqiang clearly saw the expressions of fear and survival on the faces of the policemen who were slowly getting up from the ground. He was very satisfied!
He turned around and walked back with Wang Jianjun. Behind him was the voice of Ahmed yelling, "Put out the fire, put out the fire."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Ziqiang who had just finished wreaking havoc with the RPG and left. Ahmed gritted his teeth angrily. The firepower of the police was not as fierce as that of a gang of robbers. Who the hell is the police and who the hell is
Robbers!
Hundreds or thousands of people dared not break in just because a few hostages were blocked outside. This was simply the greatest blasphemy against his own authority. Ahmed shouted, "Order, rush in and kill these guys."
Shoot all the robbers to death, shoot them all to death!"
The deputy chief suddenly realized when he saw Ahmed grabbing his arm, and immediately pulled him over, "Sir, calm down, you are the first brother of the police. You cannot be impulsive. You must be calm. You must be responsible for the police officers under your command and the people.
We must be responsible for the safety of people’s lives and have an overall view!!”
Ahmed gasped heavily and glared at the deputy fiercely before throwing away his arms and stopping. Not far away, the reporter nodded slightly and gave him a reassuring look. The heroic image was captured on camera.
Regardless of whether it is needed or not, it is definitely right to prepare it first.
In capitalism, publicity is always more important than political performance. You vote with your feet anyway.
"Hurry up and get those negotiators to come in and check the situation. Also, are the people who have the final say from the four families here?" Ahmed said eagerly.
"The relationship is good...it's all in it," the adjutant said in a low voice.
Ahmed gave him a sideways look, "Why the hell are you here to flatter me?!"
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A shock wave surged out of the underground tunnel. Lao Hu and others who were hiding in another tunnel nearby squatted on the ground and held their sound-isolating headphones tightly.
After the rumbling sound and shock wave passed, a plume of smoke and dust rolled up from the passage again, which was the concrete debris that fell after the smashing.
It wasn't until the billowing smoke and dust dissipated that Lao Hu led everyone in and rushed in. Stepping on the concrete debris on the ground, he walked carefully and looked up. The broken concrete blocks were stuck to the steel bars. Through the hole, golden light shone.
When it came down and was reflected in his eyes, Lao Hu immediately grinned from ear to ear. He couldn't help laughing and shouted, "It exploded, it exploded!"
"Oh oh oh oh!" Others in the team behind him couldn't help cheering.
"Hurry up, stop shouting, cut off all those damn steel bars, and get rid of all the rubble!" Lao Hu waved his hand and knocked on the grinning Ah Hao, laughing loudly and scolding: "The boss is still up there.
Help to delay the process. If you can’t get it done within the stipulated time, I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the fishes!”
Ah Hao's face suddenly fell down, as if his climax was interrupted and he just wouldn't let you ejaculate. "Lao Hu, when you are so happy, can you not mention that person?"
"Then why don't you hurry up!"
"Okay, okay."
"Azhong, take this expert to the other side to rest." As he said this, Lao Hu looked at the trembling expert, reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, don't look like this. I told you I won't take you."
No matter what, I won’t treat you badly, so don’t worry.”
Azhong nodded and left with the useless experts. Here, he immediately started to work, cleaning up the rubbish, cutting steel bars, and preparing for the big move later.
Under Lao Hu's urging, the steel bars were cut very quickly, and the blown concrete fragments were also transported out on carts. Soon, an opening large enough for one person to enter and exit came out.
The incision of the steel bar that had just been cut was still red. Lao Hu picked up the mineral water bottle and poured it on it. There was a pop, and white smoke rose. He stretched out his hand again and tried. Lao Hu's eyes lit up, "Bring me a stool, I'll go up and take a look.
look."
Standing hunched over on the stool, Lao Hu slowly stood up and went up from the entrance of the cave. If you look at it from the perspective of the vault, it looks like a turtle sticking out its head, especially his eyes, which are seeing neat stacks of stacks.
When the gold was piled up, the green eyes and the turtle's head were right!
Don't wonder why the gold is placed so clearly in the vault instead of in individual cabinets or safes.
Can’t let it go, it’s that simple!
The density of gold is twenty times that of water. One ton of gold is 1,000,000g, so the volume of one ton of gold is ..051,921 cubic meters.
A piece of gold the size of a mineral water bottle weighs twenty kilograms. If it is regarded as a cube, then its side length is approximately.
To put it more vividly, the small cabinet where you put your clothes when you go to the bathhouse can hold 1.5 tons or even more gold. You can imagine that if you put gold in the cabinet and stand it against the wall, that cabinet will definitely exceed the amount of gold.
30 tons, equivalent to a dump truck full of dirt!
Therefore, a large amount of gold can only be stacked on the ground.
After struggling to climb up, Lao Hu couldn't help but rush to the edge of the pile of gold bars and gold bricks. He laughed and stretched out his hand to grab it and lift it up. Oops, the corner of Lao Hu's mouth twitched and he almost stretched his arms.
Ah Hao, who was climbing up behind him, also rushed over and grabbed it too. He gasped, "It's so heavy!"
"Isn't this nonsense nonsense? This is gold. Is gold heavy?" Old Hu said nonchalantly: "Look at your shameful look, as if you have never seen money before. Brother Qiang last time
I got 7 billion back, haven't I learned a lot from you? Mud can't hold up a wall."
"Yes, yes, I am stupid. Aren't you excited to see gold? After all, money is made of paper, and that's all it will be if you look at it too much." Ahao chuckled, touching the gold, and followed him.
It's not easy for a dog licker to have a chance to touch the goddess... well, there's no chance for a dog licker!
"Queen Bee, Queen Bee, everything goes well, we have entered." Lao Hu glanced at A Hao disdainfully, picked up the walkie-talkie and said.
"Did you find the target?" Zhang Ziqiang asked, holding back his excitement.
"Found it, transport it immediately." Lao Hu immediately replied.
"Okay, pay attention to safety and speed up. For those who are not related, please send Azhong to the stronghold." Zhang Ziqiang quickly ordered.
"Got it!" Lao Hu responded.
Next to him, Hao, who was groaning and moving two gold bricks, threw the gold bricks from the hole and began to pant, "No, get a small car, this is too damn heavy, I can't move it!"
Fortunately, there were all the tools down there, and a small flatbed truck for digging holes was brought up, but only ten pieces were put on it. As soon as the first layer was covered, Ahola's eyes almost popped out, it was so damn heavy!
After thinking about getting out several tons, the excitement that arose when I saw the golden moment disappeared instantly.
No matter how good a woman is, she can't bear it if there are too many. In the same way, no matter how much gold you carry, your back will hurt if you move it too much. Just when Lao Hu and others were feeling pain and happiness, above, Zhang Ziqiang rolled his eyes and procrastinated.
Time's way it's coming!
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Chapter 907: Nuclear Peace Elite
The fire that started on the vehicle had just been extinguished outside, and the burned-out car was towed away. The so-called negotiator also arrived. Just when he was about to try to communicate, Zhang Ziqiang stepped out again.
The moment the figure appeared, the hundreds of people outside all stopped and their eyes suddenly focused on him.
Looking left and right, Zhang Ziqiang, who was used to being the protagonist, held his head high as usual and said very casually: "I have three things to explain this time."
"First, we are pacifists and do not want to have unnecessary conflicts with our friends in the police and cause unnecessary casualties to everyone."
Police officer: It turns out that Ning Te is the legendary ‘nuclear peace elite’, with a bomb in his hand and a bright smile on his face!
"After all, we are not hostile parties in nature."
Police officer:???
Are the police and criminals a family?
"In the final analysis, we are here to seek wealth and not to kill. Therefore, both times, I left enough preparation time for everyone present and asked everyone to leave a safe distance. Although some people were injured because of this,
You have to admit, I didn’t want to kill anyone. After all, the salary of all my friends here is only about 3,000 yuan. How much money you get and how many things you do. It is only natural that a person who only earns 3,000 yuan a month should pay for those who earn several hundred yuan a month.
Tens of millions or more people are working hard, which is indeed a bit too much. If someone makes a small cut with his hand, the medical expenses will be higher than your salary. What's more, if you die, you won't even have 3,000 per month. Everyone says, it's
No!" Zhang Ziqiang spread his hands, as if you and I are both exploited classes and we should stand on a united front.
(In the 1990s, the Malay salary of 3,000 was considered low, but at the same time, the salary in China was only over 100. Of course, now our per capita salary... has caught up with others... but there has been basically no salary increase in the decades since Malay. , Well, Hong Kong Island has not experienced any increase. It makes sense for my country to become the world’s factory. After all, the per capita salary in Southeast Asia is too high.)
In one sentence, there was a sudden commotion on the scene. It must be said that Zhang Ziqiang is very talented in speeches and very contagious. He can always find the entry point as quickly as possible and mobilize other people's emotions in a precise way, no matter good or bad.
What's this?
This is talent!
The negotiator looked at Ahmed with twitching eyes. Do I still need to negotiate?
This kind of person is so provocative. I'm afraid that if I go there, I'll be incited to do something irrational...
Ahmed's face also changed severely. These words were really heart-wrenching. This made the Malay police, whose morale was already low, even less energetic. This forced him to stand up and refute loudly,
"What are you thinking about? Those are kidnappers. Can you believe what the kidnappers say? We are soldiers and they are bandits. As police officers, we have the obligation to protect social stability and the safety of people's property!"
Police officer: The problem is, I have no fucking property.
After all, the political forms are different. If you don’t ask a group of people at the bottom who get a salary of 3,000 yuan to defend those capitalists with their lives, it will be difficult for people with money to do it. This is not socialism.
Many people say that welfare is better abroad. The government will pay you as long as you are alive, and you can support yourself by having children. These are some ill-intentioned people who secretly change their ideas. In this regard, those who have a few or even a dozen children
Players who go bankrupt after retirement in the NBA have something to say.
Abroad, death and paying taxes are always inevitable, and everyone has to pay taxes, but at home, Jia Kang, a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference and former director of the Institute of Fiscal Science of the Ministry of Finance and Economics, once said: There are now 28 million people in China who pay personal taxes.
People account for 2% of the total population in the country. You know best whether you have paid taxes so far in your life. Our public health care and public education are indeed the best in the world. Remember, they are public. Don’t compare them to those of some countries.
Talk about free public medical care that is basically out of the question before you die of the disease, let alone talk about going to college for free.
Recommended, I am currently using the Zhuishu app to cache reading and read aloud offline!
This is why our per capita income but actual living standards are much higher than other countries.
In China, for emergencies and disasters, you can call 120 to call an ambulance, but try it in Amei Ruiken. The first thing you shout before you faint is not that my medicine is in your left breast pocket, but, don’t shout.
ambulance!
It’s really not a lie. Call an ambulance. I don’t know whether the disease is cured or not, but it is very likely to go bankrupt!
Well, it’s actually not that expensive. The basic cost is just over 500 knives, and about RMB 3,000, but the treatment costs are calculated separately.
After severely disturbing the police's mentality, Zhang Ziqiang just glanced at Ahmed lightly, and his indifferent attitude directly made Ahmed's mentality explode.
Damn it, I am the police, you are the one being surrounded, why should you look down on me!!
"Okay, let's get down to business, let's talk about the second thing." Zhang Ziqiang raised his hand and pressed it, like a candidate standing on the rostrum giving a speech. What made Ahmed angry the most was that these policemen under him
He even calmed down so cooperatively, bullshit!
"As I just said, we are here to ask for money, so how much are the hostages in my hands, Abdul Rahe, Mahmoud Tun Techa, Huang Fu, and Liu Qing, worth?
?And how much are ordinary employees of the National Bank worth? And how much are you yourself worth? This is a question worthy of in-depth discussion."
"That one is called Aiha or something, you tell me." Zhang Ziqiang started to play Ahmed's mentality again.
Ahmed: Your uncle, why are you giving a lecture here?
"The Malaysian police will never give in!" How does Ahmed know how much it is worth? His identity prevents him from speaking.
"Oh, what you mean is that Abdul and others are worthless at all. The police or the Johor Bahru side are not willing to pay any price for this, right?" Zhang Ziqiang spread his hands and turned around as if he understood.
As he walked back, he said loudly: "Cut off one of Abdul's fingers."
After saying this, someone immediately pulled out a dagger and walked towards the four rich people. Abdul's expression suddenly changed. He was born in a noble family. Cutting one of his fingers was a big deal. Now someone wanted to cut off one of his fingers. How could he?
Maybe not afraid.
As for whether the other party dared to make a move, he had no doubt at all, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "No, I'll pay you how much it costs!!"
Ahmed outside also heard the roar, and his expression immediately changed. Although the other party did not mention his name, he would never believe it if he said that the other party did not hate him.
Damn it, I messed with whoever I provoked. Riding a tiger and making it difficult to dismount is an unforeseen disaster.