The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 725 The funeral of the Sanlian Gang

If all the people in Hongmen still have a hint of Jianghu atmosphere.

The members of the Third Company Gang seem to have left the world, and they have the flavor of a listed company.

According to the custom brought from my hometown, official personnel wear black suits and trousers no matter what the occasion. In a few decades, they may be considered real estate agents, but now, decades in advance.

One word handsome can cover them all.

Just like.

mourning hall.

According to the rules of Hongmen and Jianghu, the big boss in charge left, and all his subordinates wore sackcloth and wore filial piety. There were few heirs holding the edict in their hands. The wife and daughter knelt by the brazier to burn paper, and a gloomy cloud condensed thousands of miles away.

However, the Sanlian Gang was different. It lost the traditional customs and added elements of a Western-style funeral, which seemed nondescript. The whole process was like a farewell ceremony for the body, and there were even people happily waiting to eat.

Dianyuan is the cemetery of the Sanlian Gang in the 13th District of Iron Tower. It contains the burials of members who were killed on the streets in order to fight for territory of the gang.

A memorial sign contains the current members and the memory of all the people lying here. After all, the gang has grown from small to weak to strong. Without the deaths of these people, it would not be as glorious as it is now.

In the church nearby.

On the cross opposite the main entrance, Christ the Savior is overlooking the world of mortals and all living beings.

In front of him, all the joys and sorrows may be insignificant, but the open coffin on the altar brought huge emotional fluctuations to the members of the Three Company Gang in the church.

All the official members present were filled with a tragic temperament.

With each prayer of the priest, the vernacular words on the chest of the black suit trembled in the wind.

"...May he share the blessings with your Son when he is resurrected in the future."

“This is what I ask because of our Lord Jesus Christ, you are the Son and he is God, and you and the Holy Spirit live forever and ever.”

"Amen~!"

With the standard "Amen" sound, all the people present lowered their heads uniformly.

Feng Wanshan has always been standing in the front row, mourning others, but now he has become a member of the coffin. I wonder what he will think when he sees this scene.

As the priest closed the book in his hand and stepped aside, the people in the front row who came to pay their respects walked around the coffin one after another.

"Second brother, third brother swear to avenge you, leave Cheng Cheng to me, you can go without worries~!"

Achen pretended to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and placed the purple carnation in Feng Wanshan's hand on his abdomen. He also patted the stiff back of his hand, then pressed his lips hard and surrounded After passing the coffin, I looked at his pocket towel covering his face.

"Brother Shan, the execution hall swore to avenge you. The eldest brother was drunk. He asked me to give you a message. The eldest brother will definitely avenge you~!"

After the big boss of the torture hall finished speaking, he threw the carnations in his hand directly into the coffin. Then he glanced at the "priest" standing aside, slapped him on the shoulder with a heavy palm, and nodded to him. nod.

The priest lowered his head in fear, and his body was shaking like a quail. It seemed that the punishment he had received in the execution hall was still fresh in his memory.

"Old Feng, Wutang has sworn to avenge you. My eldest brother is not drunk. He is angry and is helping you find those big men. The people from Hetang did not come and went to calm you down. There is no news today. , they must also be punished~!"

He patted the edge of the coffin vigorously with both hands, and then the Wutang boss also threw out the white carnation in his hand. However, he may not have been careless, and threw it onto the lid that had been closed on the lower body of the other half, and it slipped down.

The rest, those who have a good relationship will personally deliver the flowers to their chests, while those who have a normal relationship and have a hot temper may have long been unable to stand this kind of formality, so they just throw away the tulips in their hands in a good manner. .

As the coffin was closed, I don't know whether it was the part-time housekeeper or the part-time priest today. He picked up the white ceramic bottle and sprinkled holy water on the lid of the coffin like Guanyin.

After the process was completed, several big bosses had no intention of carrying his coffin. Before he was alive, we were all brothers. After death, then you can be brothers with the people who went down before him.

As the coffin was carried by a few beaters to the already dug grave, the farewell and burial ceremony for the body that combined the old and the new ended successfully.

The paper flowers on the suit were thrown into the trash can at the door after leaving the house.

As more and more white paper flowers grow, the overburdened trash can gradually tilts like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

"What the fuck are you talking about? The person must have escaped. He must be someone hired by Hongmen. He doesn't dare to work with us openly, he only dares to hire a gangster using such despicable methods~!"

The leader of the Shintang Hall, who had the most explosive temper, was cursing and lighting the cigarette in his mouth. With a fierce look in his eyes, he took off the unlucky paper flowers on his chest and threw them into the trash can. "Achen, brother, are you confused? Hongmen has been doing a lot of tricks lately. It's such a good opportunity, and it's not all GTN's. If they messed up, the second brother's death was not in vain~!"

Stretching his hands hard, Jiao Wen was quite unwilling. What a great opportunity that day, Hongmen's did not bring heavy firepower, and he was fully armed. Only a murderer like him would know how good the opportunity was.

"Brother Wen, Brother Xiong has his own ideas. People say that the military police took him away. We send troops, at least we have to have a name, otherwise we kill their boss for no reason. I really think that Zhi Gongtang over there is a vegetarian. ~!" (Zhi Gong Tang = Hongmen)

Achen loosened his jet black tie. Not to mention, this suit really suited the current scene. He was dressed in black and didn't even need to change his shirt. He usually looked pretty, but when he arrived at the cemetery, he looked very unlucky.

After such a reminder, Guojiao Wen took a deep breath and finished the cigarette in his mouth. He felt more and more irritated. What was irritating was not Feng Wanshan's death, but the fact that the second master would eat the ash if he said so. What happened to them, the hall masters? There was a great sense of crisis.

After living on the streets all my life, I have been able to drink foreign wine and ride foreign horses. Suddenly one day, I realize that I and the bad boy have only one life, and they may eat ashes together with the bad boy at any time. It is like falling from the sky to the ground. , which makes them really unable to accept it in their hearts.

"Crunch, crunch~!"

The overwhelmed trash can, with the arrival of sparks from the cigarette end, the white paper flowers inside showed signs of burning.

A gust of wind surged past, and the trash can was finally dumped. The burning paper flowers were instantly carried into the sky by the strong wind, flickering in and out of light, floating over the cemetery. The scene was very spectacular, as if countless Xiao Yans were releasing Mini versions of Buddha. Angry lotus.

White flowers are extremely flammable, not to mention that if a spark floats to the edge of the petals due to the wind, the entire paper flower will be completely ignited.

Ashes like snowflakes were floating all over the sky, and the broken black ash was scattered all over the sky. The cemetery instantly seemed to be transformed into Silent Hill.

The ashes seem to comfort the restless souls in the cemetery, and they also seem to be sending an elegy to life to these men in black.

"Bad luck~!"

A few hundred meters away, in a dilapidated residential house, Li Feng, standing behind the curtains, put down his military binoculars and watched hundreds of people gradually leave. Colonel Fernand also put down his hands almost at the same time. telescope.

The two people sat at the old table and looked at each other silently.

……

Sanlian Gangyi Zhutang is in the main hall.

It looks like a European-style conference room, with an area of ​​about one hundred square meters. There is a large round table made of oak in the middle, and a dozen high-back chairs surround the wooden table.

Directly opposite the door, the leader of the Third Company Gang, Hei Xiong, had his legs crossed, his back to the table, his right hand holding his cheek, looking at a plaque hanging high on the ceiling behind him, deep in thought.

This plaque is engraved with four big characters "Yi Bo Yuntian". It was specially brought from the main altar. I am afraid it is the only object that does not match the decorations in the house. It is like a European-style model room that suddenly appeared. It is as abrupt as a Z-shaped large wardrobe.

"Take down that chair, Achen stays, and everyone else gets out~!"

Heixiong, who was wearing a black slim-fitting vest, changed his arm to support his chin. Without even signaling with his eyes, the people next to him knew which chair it was, and the one on the left was immediately removed.

"Mr. Xiong!"

"My dick is gone, but you can't fuck me, don't ask why~!"

"I know, Mr. Xiong, I know I'm not capable enough~!"

Achen on the side quickly lowered his head. He knew what his elder brother meant. He had never coveted this position, because if he sat on it, he might be the next Feng Wanshan.

"This has nothing to do with ability. When you figure it out, you can sit in my position~!"

Pointing his finger at his chair, Hei Xiong stood up directly, picked up a cigar, cut it with cigar cutters, and started puffing away.

Achen quickly shrank his neck, not even looking at his elder brother's chair, trying to figure out the meaning of his elder brother's words.

"The results of the embassy bombing have come out~?"

"Yes, the results of the investigation have come out and been published in Le Monde de Gallo. It's still the headline. It said that after being drunk, there was a conflict over grabbing a horse in a bar. The two sides got into a fight and all four Ferber policemen died. .”

"Then let me teach you one more thing. If you want to be in power, first of all, don't believe any newspapers!"

(End of this chapter)