The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1934 Erwin: "If the money's right, I'll even provide the Black Hawk helicopters!"

On the street, the dilapidated van slowly returned to the alley.

Getting out of the car, Zhang Cheng glanced at the front of the car and immediately put his hands on his hips, saying, "We're going to have to buy a new office again!"

But just then, Han Yueping stepped forward and said, "Brother Cheng! We found eight million in the safe!"

Upon hearing Han Yueping's words, Zhang Cheng asked in confusion, "US dollars?"

Thai baht!

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng mention US dollars, Han Yueping immediately began to explain awkwardly.
Upon hearing Han Yueping's words, Zhang Cheng completely lost interest.
"Let's buy two more cars tomorrow, some luxury ones, since we're about to start doing business! And while we're at it, let's hire some more people! We're still short-handed!"

Zhang Cheng approached his cousin Liu Huaqiang and began to explain.
Looking at Zhang Cheng, Liu Huaqiang nodded, not refusing.

After all, this loss made him fully realize the inadequacy in terms of manpower and firepower.
Just as everyone was chatting and going upstairs, Zhang Cheng's phone rang.
Picking up his phone, Zhang Cheng looked at Kuntai's call and immediately asked in confusion, "What's up?"

"Hurry up and come here, bro! The chief's here. You're still just an intern!"

Turning to Zhang Cheng, Kuntai couldn't help but explain.
Upon hearing Kuntai's words, Zhang Cheng finally realized what was happening and wanted to slap himself, because he was a Royal Police officer!

Seeing that Zhang Cheng was still rushing to the crime scene, Liu Huaqiang stood there stunned and said, "Isn't this what you call the thief crying 'stop thief'?"

"How could that be? At most, it's just that I'm blind to what's right under my nose!"

With a broad smile, Zhang Cheng addressed Liu Huaqiang, while Zhang Cheng rode back to the scene on a newly purchased motorcycle.

This is the mode of transportation in Kampar. After all, when you come here, you have to do as the locals do!

Moreover, in Bangkok, cars are really not as convenient as two-wheelers!
Returning to the factory, it was already under martial law.

After showing his identification, Zhang Cheng was finally allowed to enter.

However, when Zhang Cheng arrived, the director was talking to a man.
Looking at the other man, dressed in a suit and wearing glasses, with a "refined scoundrel" look on his face, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but frown.

Just then, Kuntai came to Zhang Cheng's side and said, "That guy is Ouwalong from Hongtai Group! His identity is not simple!"

Hearing Kuntai's words, Zhang Cheng asked curiously, "How did you know?"

"Hongtai Group has recently started giving out money to everyone. Didn't you receive any?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Kuntai became surprised.
Even he, the squad leader, received 200,000 baht!

It must be said that Hongtai Group is truly generous in its spending.

Even if Hongtai Group wanted to fully intervene in Chinatown, dealing with Songkhla alone was not enough. They also needed to deal with a dangerous figure, Mr. Yan from the Far East Chamber of Commerce!

Because in Chinatown, Mr. Yan is the one who truly has the final say!

"Looks like they look down on someone as insignificant as me!"

With a broad smile, Zhang Cheng spoke, his eyes full of mockery.
If Hong Tai doesn't give him money today, won't he have to ask him for money again tomorrow?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Local corporations, how rude!"

After the director spoke with Ovalon, the latter left in a huff, talking on the phone.
Following behind Owalong, Wang Ruopu looked at Kuntai with a meaningful gaze.

Sensing the other person's gaze, Kuntai immediately hid behind Zhang Cheng.

Seeing Wang Ruopu's sharp gaze, Zhang Cheng grinned and looked at him indifferently.
"Humph!"

He turned and got into the car, leaving under the escort of his men.
"Are you kidding me? You're the captain! You're hiding behind a trainee officer like me!"

Looking at Kuntai with disdain, Zhang Cheng began to complain in an annoyed tone.
"Brother, I'm not a gangster! You...you're a notorious bandit, you can't possibly be afraid!"

Kuntai smiled as he began to explain to Zhang Cheng.

“We may be close, but if you call me a ruthless bandit again, I’ll sue you for defamation, you know?”

Looking at Kuntai seriously, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but complain, "He's a policeman, how could he be a ruthless criminal?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Kuntai turned his head away in disgust, as if he didn't want to talk to Zhang Cheng.
After all, if he had never been inside the factory, and yet believed Zhang Cheng's words,

The South Asians lying haphazardly inside, were they asleep?

However, it must be said that these ruthless bandits were incredibly vicious; those South Asians were beaten to a pulp!
Before long, as media vans arrived with a roar, one by one the rescued people appeared before the public.
Bathed in the spotlight, the director was giving an interview with an air of righteous indignation.

Looking at the director's expression, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile wryly, because if he didn't know that the other party had failed to reach an agreement with Ovalon, he probably would have thought that the other party was a "partner of justice"!

Zhang Cheng took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and then unconsciously fumbled for his lighter.

Just then, someone next to him stretched out his hand and said, "Hey!"

Turning to look at the person beside him, Zhang Cheng asked in surprise, "Guilin boy?"

"What Guilin boy? My name is Mai Langwen!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Mai Langwen asked, "You just came in!"

"Yes, I only recently joined the Chinatown Police Department!"

Looking at the "Guilin boy" in front of him, Zhang Cheng laughed, because this guy should be a good tool!

But just then, shouts came from afar, and Mai Langwen immediately ran over.
But after taking two steps, Mai Langwen ran back to look at Zhang Cheng.

"My name is Zhang Cheng, Cheng as in honesty and integrity!"

With a broad smile, Zhang Cheng extended his hand to Mai Langwen.

But the next second, Mai Langwen slapped Zhang Cheng's hand away and said, "Lighter, you bastard! What about integrity?"

Looking awkwardly at Mai Langwen, Zhang Cheng handed the lighter back to him.
"I'm never lending you a light again!"

After taking the lighter, Mai Langwen ran over.
Upon approaching Zhang Cheng, Kuntai asked, "You know him?"

"I don't know him, but he's a funny guy!"

With a bright smile, Zhang Cheng spoke meaningfully.
After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Kuntai warned, "That kid Mai Langwen's master is Han Duya, a stubborn policeman. You'd better not get targeted! It'll be very troublesome!"

"Don't worry, I wouldn't lay a hand on my own people!"

Zhang Cheng patted Kuntai on the shoulder and laughed.
But right after finishing the late-night interview, Zhang Cheng stopped Kuntai and said, "Find me a middleman, I need to buy some weapons!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Kun Tai exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh my god, you thief? Are you kidding me? I'm a detective captain from the Chinatown Police Station! You want me to help you find a middleman who buys arms?"

"We're all on the same side, how about we lend a hand!"

With his arm around Kuntai's shoulder, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Kuntai pulled out a phone and said, "Don't tell anyone I introduced you to these foreigners; they're all after money, not their lives!"

After getting the phone number, Zhang Cheng patted Kuntai on the shoulder and said, "Thanks!"

Turning to leave, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Late at night, the phone rang.
The lazy man got up and immediately took out his phone, saying, "It's me, Erwin!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he froze on the spot, his eyes widening as he exclaimed, "My God, what did you say? He actually wants so many weapons! Let me think, let me think!"

Standing up, the man stepped onto the floor and then said loudly, "Tell that guy that as long as the money's right, we'll provide the Black Hawk helicopter. Oh, and I'll throw in some Stinger surface-to-air missiles."

"Oh God, never mind what he does with the weapons. Even if he attacks the White House, it's none of our business. What we want is money, money, money! Yes, tell him we'll sell anything."

After hanging up the phone, Erwin's face lit up with excitement as he said, "It seems the recent training wear and tear needs to be increased by another 20%."

(End of this chapter)