Hong Kong General: I am the leader of Hongxing, I just want to make money

Chapter 51 Wu Zhiwei hires a killer, Qin Fan accidentally saves Liang Bo

On the first day of 1990, drizzles fell like cow hair, interweaving into a dreamlike picture, adding a hazy beauty to this bustling city.

In front of a slightly old house in the suburbs, a Mercedes-Benz was parked quietly, with the body of the car flashing a dark luster, like a dormant beast.

"is it here?"

"That's right"

With the sound of the car door opening, the short and smiling Wu Zhiwei, wearing a neat coat, got out of the car. His figure seemed a little small in the rain, but he exuded a unique aura.

A younger brother who got off the car first was as agile as a monkey. He quickly opened a black umbrella and respectfully held it above Wu Zhiwei's head, as if he was guarding a noble king.

The two men walked slowly towards the house on the muddy ground, leaving behind a series of deep and shallow footprints.

After a while, they walked into the house. It was empty and so quiet that one could almost hear the subtle sound of raindrops falling. Only a few rays of dim light came in from the dilapidated windows, casting vague shadows on the ground.

Just as they were looking around, suddenly, eighteen gunmen walked in silently with guns like ghosts.

The 18 gunmen exuded a rigorous and cold aura in their gestures, just like well-trained soldiers. The leader was somewhat similar to Chang Wei, with a stern face and sharp eyes that made people shudder.

"Mr. Wang Jianjun, I'm Wu Zhiwei from Dongxing. We've been in touch before." Wu Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and spoke first. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of confidence and majesty.

"Put down the gun, Mr. Wu is our valued customer." Wang Jianjun showed a faint smile, but his eyes revealed a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, the gunmen lowered their guns in unison without any hesitation, making a slight metallic collision sound.

Wu Zhiwei felt a little relieved when he saw this. He took out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Wang Jianjun, and said in a cold tone: "Five hundred thousand, kill him."

Wang Jianjun took the photo, looked at it for a second, and then threw it away.

"Smiling Tiger, do you think I'm a country bumpkin who knows nothing? Killing a big shot like Qin Fan would cost at least three million."

Wu Zhiwei was very annoyed. This guy really dared to speak. In his opinion, 500,000 was already a very high price.

"If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who will do it."

Wu Zhiwei finished speaking and was about to leave.

The gunmen were spotted raising their guns again.

Wang Jianjun sneered: "The moment you find us, no one else can do this job anymore."

Wu Zhiwei was so angry that he laughed, "You are too domineering"

Wang Jianjun had an arrogant expression on his face: "This is how we do things."

Wu Zhiwei wanted to vomit blood, but the situation was stronger than him, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "One million, no more."

Wang Jianjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

The air around seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere made it almost hard to breathe.

Wu Zhiwei appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually very guilty.

Finally, Wang Jianjun said slowly: "Two million, one cent less, no deal."

"Two million is two million." Wu Zhiwei was worried that if he continued to argue, the gunmen would shoot him. He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and said, "Bring the money in."

Soon, a young man came in carrying a box.

"Open it." Wu Zhiwei said.

I opened the box and the brand new banknotes gave off an enticing scent.

Wu Zhiwei said: "Here is a deposit of 500,000 yuan, all in non-consecutive numbers, you can spend it without worry."

Wang Jianjun's breathing became rapid, but he soon regained his composure and said, "Wait for our good news."

"Give me an exact time?" Wu Zhiwei asked. He hoped to solve the trouble with Qin Fan as soon as possible.

"Within a week." Wang Jianjun replied with confidence. "I'm waiting for your good news." Wu Zhiwei showed a satisfied expression, then turned around and left the house under the escort of his younger brother.

……

On a new day, Qin Fan led Xiao Fu, Gao Gang and Gou Ge and his gang to a tube-shaped building.

The rain today has become much heavier, like a pouring waterfall, hitting the old walls of the tube building, making a distinct sound.

The group walked into the tube-shaped building, which was shabby and filled with all kinds of unpleasant smells.

Suddenly, a missionary hurried past them.

Qin Fan clearly saw that in addition to the Bible, the missionary also had a grenade in his hand, and his heart was filled with confusion and shock.

"Baga, Koizumi-kun, hurry up." A shout in Japanese was heard.

"Private Marseille." Another person's response sounded immediately.

Then, a few islanders walked past quickly.

Qin Fan was bewildered. What day was it today? Why were all the Japanese and missionaries running to the tube building?

Could it be that my act of charity has caused everyone to follow suit?
Just then, a shaky old man walked past with a cane.

Qin Fan frowned slightly, this old man looked a little familiar.

But I just can't remember what it's called.

"Good morning, Uncle Liang." An aunt who was about to go out to buy groceries greeted him warmly.

"Good morning." The old man said cheerfully, with a kind smile on his face.

Uncle Liang? Qin Fan instantly realized that this old man was Uncle Liang, who hired Seraph to kill the rich man of the island country in the movie "King of Assassins" and brought out the $100 million revenge fund.

"Baga, it's him." Several islanders turned back, their eyes filled with anger and ferocity.

"Shit, the $100 million from the Revenge Fund is mine." The missionary arrived later but was the first to arrive, his face full of greed and desire.

So, the missionaries and several islanders started fighting.

Bang, bang, bang...the gunshots continued.

Relying on their large numbers, a few islanders quickly suppressed the missionaries.

Before they could be happy, the missionary threw a grenade.

The islanders were so frightened that they fled in all directions, looking as miserable as possible.

With a loud bang, the grenade exploded.

Qin Fan, who was supporting the panicked Liang Bo, ordered, "Deal with these foreigners."

Dog brother and his group opened fire without hesitation. Their actions were swift and decisive, like a group of well-trained soldiers.

Several islanders and missionaries also hurriedly fought back.

Bang, bang, bang...after a burst of dense gunfire.

Several islanders and missionaries lay down with resentment on their faces.

Qin Fan's eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction and relief when he saw this scene.

Although the individual combat power of Dog Brother's gang is not strong, they are really useful.

Unlike Xiaofu and Gao Gang, who only dared to use their fists, and would not use guns even if they had them.

(End of this chapter)