Hong Kong film: The Ni family tycoon, who kills people and then amasses an army.

Anyway, the Russian bear sells everything now. As long as you have money, you're the boss. Plus, with the White Widow's connections, getting things to Hong Kong Island won't be a problem.

Ni Yongyao made a decision immediately.

"Firefox, call White Widow."

Ni Yongyao gave the instructions.

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

Firefox took out his phone, quickly dialed Widow White's number, and then handed the phone to Ni Yongyao's ear.

"Mr. Ni?"

The White Widow's voice blared from the loudspeaker, carrying an alluring tone.

"I need a factory that can produce military vehicles. Do you have any connections?"

Ni Yongyao didn't reminisce with Widow Bai; he went straight to the point.

"Military vehicles? You're planning to produce military vehicles?"

The white widow asked.

"I had this idea, and I recently obtained a patent for a military vehicle."

Ni Yongyao briefly explained the situation.

"It seems like you can get all sorts of good stuff from your place."

The white widow exclaimed in surprise.

From the moment she met Ni Yongyao, he kept surprising her, constantly refreshing her understanding of him.

"As for military vehicle factories, all the factories are in good condition, and I haven't heard of any of them planning to sell."

The white widow said.

Military vehicle factories are different from weapons factories. Weapons can't be sold if there's no war; they just sit in warehouses and get moldy.

But military vehicle factories are different. Even if they don't manufacture military vehicles, they can still take on some civilian orders to alleviate financial pressure, and they can survive even in the current bearish environment.

"Think of a way, I know you have one."

Ni Yongyao said that with the White Widow's methods, turning a well-functioning military factory into a non-performing asset and selling it off would be a piece of cake.

"I can help you, but you'll have to thank me properly next time we meet."

The white widow said.

"As long as the factory is shipped to Hong Kong Island, everything is negotiable."

Ni Yongyao said calmly, "If it were an ordinary person, they really wouldn't be able to handle the White Widow. After all, the fighting power of the Russian woman is really fierce."

However, with four times the stamina and twice the strength, Ni Yongyao could easily handle the White Widow, and he could even manage a few more.

"Then it's settled."

The white widow said.

……

New Territories, outskirts.

An abandoned car repair shop.

Several cars were parked on the overgrown ground. The doors opened, and two groups of people got out.

One of the groups consisted entirely of South Asian faces, and the leader was none other than Abbas, one of the four major gambling tycoons.

The other side was a group of foreigners.

Clearly, this is a white goods deal; Abbas is preparing to purchase a batch of white goods from the foreigners.

As the Ni family's sphere of influence continues to expand, more and more places are banning white goods.

In this situation, Abbas's business actually flourished even more.

Those poisoners couldn't buy goods in Ni's territory, so they had to turn to Abbas and his men.

"The goods are good, the money is all here."

Abbas checked the purity of the white goods, nodded in satisfaction, and then ordered his henchmen to hand over several briefcases to the foreigner.

Just as the two sides were about to reach a deal, a tall figure slowly walked over.

"who!"

Abbas and the foreigner immediately tensed up and drew their weapons.

"Boss, it seems like there's only one person?"

Abbas's men said.

The person who appeared before them was naturally McCall.

Despite facing the guns of Abbas and his men, McCall remained calm. He first glanced at Abbas to confirm his target.

Then, with a flick of his wrists, two round grenades were thrown into the crowd.

boom!

McCall's timing was incredibly precise; the grenade exploded just above the crowd, scattering a large number of steel balls and fragments, instantly killing more than a dozen people.

Most of them were hit in vital areas and died on the spot.

A few lucky ones also clutched their wounds and screamed in pain.

"Damn it, kill him!"

Abbas was furious that McCall, who had suddenly appeared, had caused such heavy casualties to his men.

But before Abbas could fire, McCall moved faster than all of them.

boom! boom! boom!

McCall pulled out two pistols and fired them in quick succession.

Even in the dead of night, every shot hit its mark.

Abbas's men, as well as the foreigners, were completely unable to raise their heads in the face of McCall's terrifyingly accurate marksmanship, let alone retaliate.

After both magazines were emptied, Abbas was the only one left alive on the scene.

"Wait, who are you...?"

Abbas nearly wet himself when he saw the corpses scattered on the ground and McCall walking towards him unhurriedly.

However, McCall had no intention of chatting with Abbas. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

boom.

With a gunshot, Abbas fell to the ground, a bloody hole appearing between his eyebrows, his eyes lifeless.

Even until his death, Abbas never understood who McCall really was.

They had no idea when they had offended such a ruthless person.

After killing Abbas, McCall took out his phone and called the Butcher, asking him to bring the Scavenger squad to clean up the mess.

He then left immediately.

Throughout the entire incident, McCall's expression remained unchanged. Killing was just a simple job for him, no different from frying French fries.

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Chapter 102 Killer Girl Mindy! Battle Sister's Direct Guard!

Orange-Red Bar.

Four people sat on the sofa in the private room, and each of them looked extremely grim.

These four men are the three major gambling tycoons besides Abbas.

Ksitigarbha, Sister CA, and the Tai~Ping brothers.

"Ksitigarbha, Abbas has disappeared, neither alive nor dead. But he's most likely in some kind of accident. Who do you think did it?"

CA looked at Ksitigarbha and asked.

Jizo leaned lazily on the sofa, a cigar between his fingers. But unlike ordinary people, this hand only had two fingers; the rest were prosthetics, making it look particularly eerie.

"Abbas went to make a deal with the foreigners, and now something's happened. If it wasn't those foreigners who did it, then who else could it be?"

Ksitigarbha snorted and said.

“I’ve checked, and those foreigners have disappeared. This isn’t as simple as a double-cross.”

CA frowned.

"In my opinion, only you and Jizang took action against Abbas. You had a conflict with Abbas before, and after killing him, you can take over his market share."

Brother Taiping said.

"Can you two please use your brains before you speak?"