Wang Xiang thought about it seriously and said: "Our goal is to raise silkworms and build a new hospital, and we want to kill Ye Qing.
It was because he was the little wolfdog raised by An Mengxi. The thought of such a beautiful woman begging for mercy under him made people furious. Moreover, killing him would also be a warning to An Mengxi.
Now it has been proven that An Mengxi is related to the three men of Muse, but it is Muse who dominates, not Jie Gao, Delong, and not Ruili.
Since we can't rob openly, we'll rob covertly. I've sent extra manpower to harass the construction sites of the new hospital and Longyun Villa in the past two days.
You go home and tell Uncle Yang to ask the authorities to send a working group to conduct a surprise inspection, find a reason for safety risks, and order a shutdown. Once such a large investment comes to a standstill, the losses will be huge. "
Yang Wei knew that Wang Xiang's method was very unscrupulous. It was a two-pronged approach that made people unable to guard against and tired of dealing with it. In the end, they were forced to compromise in order to achieve the goal of settling the matter.
When Global Industries was first established, it used this method to annex an import and export company that dealt in mahogany. Within a year, it occupied the magpie's nest and became the sole owner of the company.
In a small border town like Rayleigh, where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, as long as there are people above to protect you from the wind and rain, you can do whatever you want.
Moreover, it is easier to deal with the aftermath. After killing someone, the body is thrown into the river. The body will have drifted to the other side before tomorrow. If it is seen by a foraging beast, not even a bone will be left behind.
Yang Wei nodded happily: "This is a good idea. I will find someone to order them to stop working tomorrow."
The black BMW turned into a branch road from the side of Jiegao Bridge and stopped at the edge of Yingjiang River.
The driver, Zuo, pressed the window glass. He had just reported that the target had been lost, and the higher-ups had also issued an order to cancel the mission.
But he was a little unwilling, and the cooked duck just flew away.
Until now, he didn't know why the mission was canceled.
He took out a box of cigarettes. This was the cheapest cigarette in Yun Province, costing ten yuan a box.
At the entrance of the quarry in northern Myanmar, a worker works hard all day and his salary is only 500 kyats, or RMB 5.
To buy a box of cheap Yunyan cigarettes, you have to work hard for two days...
For bounty hunters in northern Myanmar, a reward of one million is a huge sum of money. Although the maximum amount allocated to them is 100,000, these 100,000 can make themselves comfortable for a year... .
He handed a cigarette to his companion in the passenger seat, lit one, closed his eyes and took a deep puff.
Suddenly, a roar of a car engine appeared in my ears...
Then there was a loud bang, and the BMW rolled over into Yingjiang as if it was hit by a monster.
Wang Jian stopped the Land Rover, pushed the door open, got out of the car and came to the front of the car. He touched the solid bumper distressedly, and the paint was scratched...
Fan Tong and Wang Liang also got off the car.
The three of them squatted on the front of the Land Rover, looking at the bubbles that kept popping up in the Yingjiang River, and then a figure floated out.
Fan Tong took out a pistol, installed the silencer calmly, slowly pointed it at the floating head and pulled the trigger...
A stream of blood appeared on the water, and then the body floated up, drifting along the waves towards the other shore.
"Holy shit, you guys really shot!"
Wang Liang didn't care at all when the Land Rover hit the BMW and even crashed the BMW into Yingjiang River.
He had done this kind of thing once in Tengchong, crashing a Jinbei car into a river bend.
But if you shoot after a car crash, you think you are the Lord of Hell...
Looking at the two plain faces of Wang Jian and Fan Tong, Wang Liang shivered.
Wang Jian glanced at him and handed over a huazi. Wang Liang took it fearfully, but immediately took out a lighter and helped him light it diligently.
Wang Jian glanced at his crotch and didn't pee his pants in fear. He nodded approvingly: "Not bad, you're quite courageous."
Wang Liang took a puff of his cigarette and hesitated for a while before asking: "I just want to know. Is it appropriate to shoot and kill someone without even knowing who the other party is?"
Fan Tong chuckled: "In China, the law punishes bad guys. But in northern Myanmar, we can only pronounce the verdict."
Wang Liang was speechless, who do you think you are?
"Liu Le said that sooner or later, I will break into northern Myanmar. There will be more of this kind of thing in the future." Wang Jian said calmly:
"I specifically told us brothers to find an opportunity to show you. If you can stand it, stay. If you can't stand it, go back to Kyoto."
"Our brothers served in Yun Province for ten years, three of which were spent hanging out in Laojie. We remember everyone there."
Fan Tong chuckled and said, "The man who died just now was named Miao Lun. He was from the Guogan tribe. It is said that he had killed hundreds of people and was afraid of dogs. But in the old street, he was just a low-class bounty hunter."
Wang Gui glanced at him: "It would be good to catch him and interrogate him. At least we can know who is buying and selling the murder."
"In Lao Cai, there is an organization called the Bounty Hunter Guild. After this guild receives the hidden treasure, it will issue a reward in the guild. The bounty hunter who receives the task will not know who the employer is at all."
Wang Jian's tone was very slow, so slow that it made people uncomfortable, but Wang Liang didn't dare not listen.
I originally thought that the white fox who was a loan shark and would cut off the arms of people who owed money would be the biggest villain.
Now he understands that the peaceful and safe social environment in China has limited his imagination...
Northern Myanmar is still a chaotic area ruled by warlords and where human lives are at a loss.
"You are from Kyoto." Wang Jian continued slowly:
"Even if there are some blood warriors, they are just fighting spirit among the men in Kyoto. I have never seen a real killing scene. I advise you to leave."
"Then you all obviously have a good job in Kyoto." Wang Liang said solemnly: "Why should you give up your comfortable life and choose the bloody world?"
"Because our old company commander died in the Golden Triangle." The smile on Fan Tong's face suddenly disappeared, and his voice became sinister:
"The murderer used a knife to cut off the flesh from his body piece by piece, starting from his feet, and finally turned into a white skeleton."
"You two..."
Wang Jian grinned and smiled as if he were crying: "I was forced to retire because I killed prisoners, but the old leader helped us contact me to work as a security guard at Shitou Zhai."
"So, I called you here just for revenge!"
"No!" Wang Jian looked at him solemnly: "Put my safety first, revenge second."
Wang Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although these two people were bloodthirsty, they still knew their priorities: "Who is your enemy?"
"He is the eldest son of Lao Cai Shi. His name is Wu Longtai."
Wang Liang knew that in Myanmar, the person named Wu Longtai was not named Wu. Wu was an honorific, meaning sir, and Longtai was his name.
Wang Jian continued: "However, we also know that he has a Chinese name, Zhu Longtai."
