Chapter 112 Bullets also trust Guan Gong
Chapter 112 Bullets also trust Guan Gong
"You can give it a try. Money talks. The Big Circle Gang has many desperate criminals."
Yin Zhaotang used the Daquanbang once and found it to be useful. It is normal to want to use it again when encountering trouble.
Liu Chuanzong reminded him, "Brother Tang, Prince Rong is not a small character, and the Big Circle Gang is also a gangster. It's hard to say whether they have the courage to touch Shan Er's boss."
Jiang Hao nodded: "Why not let the brothers in the hall do it? If we give it to outsiders, what will the other halls do if they have any objections?"
"It's all in vain in the end!"
This worry is not groundless. Sometimes when a big boss finds fault with a little brother, he will use similar harsh reasons. Fat Cat would never treat Yin Zhaotang like this, but Yin Zhaotang was really reminded and immediately said, "Just find someone from the Big Circle Gang!"
At that time, he can use the reason that it was done by outsiders to deny some of the credit, so as to avoid attracting attention.
Although, considering the admiration of the uncles in the society for him, someone will push him for election one day, but before the election, he has to build a good golden image, find a backer, and trim off some crooked branches and rotten leaves.
When a society really has a large number of legitimate workers or ordinary citizens working in the grey industry, the leader can also be patriotic!
Many overseas Chinese groups have a certain social nature. Some people think of them as gangs, but sometimes they also understand patriotism and dedication.
"Boss, we can do it too!" Jiang Hao felt that it would be embarrassing if the news of outsourcing every time work got out of hand got out.
Zhuang Xiong saw what he was thinking and smiled bitterly: "Ah Hao, bullets don't have eyes. It's more powerful to hire someone to do the work than to do it yourself."
If you want to get involved in this business, of course you need trusted people who are brave enough to fight and kill, but they are used as personal bodyguards, or sent out to act independently and maintain the power structure.
If you want to work in the hail of bullets, you have to leave it to professionals.
"The Big Circle Gang may not accept the order yet. Are you afraid that you won't have a chance to fight in the war with the Big Four?" Yin Zhaotang rummaged in the drawer for a while and found the business card of Daquan Gang's broker, Killer Da. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hey, Da Ge, I'm Lao Zhong's Shen Xian Tang."
Killer Da was holding a mobile phone, smoking and listening to the phone, and did not respond immediately.
Yin Zhaotang could hear the faint breathing sound on the other end of the phone, and said, "I want to open a pawn ticket and write the name of Prince Rong!"
Killer Da's voice was hoarse: "My men can't do it."
"Name a price!" Yin Zhaotang said.
The killer Da was very tempted, but he abided by the rules of the industry: "Brother Tang, we who run a pawn shop are doing long-term business. We can't accept orders from dignitaries or gang leaders."
"I'll take your order today, but tomorrow my brother will take my license."
Yin Zhaotang sighed, "I know that Da Ge is in trouble, but now Lao Zhong is being beaten up. That bastard Prince Rong is going too far!"
Killer Da had obviously heard about what happened in the underworld, and he echoed: "Prince Rong is indeed too arrogant, but rules are rules. If you want to make money, you have to abide by the rules."
Those lawless criminals who dare to do anything and kill anyone need someone to lead the way. We need to go to the countryside of Guangdong Province to find them in advance so that they can be used when something happens.
The Big Circle Gang and the "Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers" are two different types of people who came from the same place. Looking for Killer Da is the wrong place.
Yin Zhaotang couldn't find a second type of killer for a while, so he swallowed his pride and begged, "Brother Da, I owe you a favor. I'll give you 20% of the agency fee. Find me a group of people who are willing to die."
It's rare for Killer Da to meet a big boss asking for help. If not for the agency fee, he would be willing to help just for Shenxiantang Jiulong Laojia's status.
After all, they had cooperated once before, and Shenxiantang not only had a good reputation, but his people also failed to deliver, so in theory he owed Yin Zhaotang a favor.
He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Okay, since Boss Yin thinks highly of me, give me seven days, and I will definitely find a group of qualified people to go to Hong Kong Island to kill Prince Rong. It will cost three million Hong Kong dollars. Afterwards, don't say that I hired them." The disadvantage of Yin Zhaotang's outsourcing is that the price is high, and ordinary underworld bosses really can't afford it. Moreover, if you place an order at the last minute, it will take seven days for the talents to arrive, and some people will be too late.
"It's urgent. Can the time be shorter?"
Don't be surprised that sometimes the big water pipes will be stabbed to death by the bad guys. In a fight for life, time is life. Some big guys are not ignorant of hiring people, but they simply don't have time.
The killer said: "I will do it as soon as possible. I need cash. Pay half first. If it doesn't work out, the remaining half will be free."
Yin Zhaotang knew that Killer Da was taking a private order, so he relaxed his rules and replied, "Thank you, I'll pay at the usual place?"
"You don't have to come. Just prepare the money and I'll send someone to get it." The killer said.
Yin Zhaotang thought this was better, so he gave the company address, hung up the phone, and looked at the brothers present: "You heard it too, it will take seven days."
Jiang Hao scolded: "Pick that star, in seven days, the daylily is cold. Brother Tang. Those big circle guys, if you can't do it, don't do it. You drag your feet, are you treating it like fish balls?"
“It’s hard to find manpower, but time is running out.”
"The chances of relying on the big circle to deal with Taizi Rong are slim, so just think of it as spending money to buy insurance. If something happens to me in seven days, remember to send Taizi Rong down to accompany me."
Zuoshou, Ah Le, and Jiang Hao all felt the boss's determination after hearing his words. If Lao Zhong wanted to defeat Lian Gongle, he had to have the courage to burn his boats.
At this time, two vans suddenly stopped downstairs of Defeng Building, and eight gunmen wearing sportswear and cheap children's masks got out of the vans.
A young man wearing a yellow plastic Monkey King mask and holding a Mk II Sten submachine gun got out of the car last, looked around, and pulled the door shut.
From officially breaking up with Fat Cat to sending out gunmen to do the job, it took less than half an hour.
Although Prince Rong is the only one in charge, he still has many brothers willing to come out and do his work when he gives an order.
Moreover, the fans have no shortage of firepower. A Sten submachine gun, two PM-63s, and five short dogs are definitely considered a lot of firepower.
But no society in Hong Kong Island can pull off a large-scale operation with dozens of guns gathered at the drop of a hat, because that would require the maintenance of a guerrilla force!
Sun Wukong rushed in front of the seven people with a few quick steps holding the Sten submachine gun, clearly a person who likes to show off.
Relying on the quick gun in his hand, he walked in front recklessly.
Everyone thought that they would not encounter any resistance along the way, and at most they could just randomly sweep around the office to help the boss get his money back. However, they did not expect that as soon as they reached the stairs to the second floor, before they saw the company's sign, they were hit by a volley of bullets.
"Da da da."
"Da da da."
Da Xia, a younger brother in the gang, held the gun in both hands, hid behind the wall at the corner of the stairs, turned the gun towards the downstairs, and pulled the trigger tightly. His arms kept shaking, and the muzzle of the gun flickered, flickering, and bullets flew around in the corridor.
Although he and Brother Hao had gone to the shooting range to shoot AK47, it was impossible to aim during a firefight in a narrow corridor, and whether the shot would hit the target depended entirely on whether the bullet was loyal.
Today's bullets probably believed in Guan Gong, and shot the masked gunman who led the group into a hornet's nest. Sun Wukong's mask was covered in blood, and after the elastic cord broke, a young face was revealed under the mask, with a spider tattoo on his neck, and he was in his early twenties.
(End of this chapter)