The turmoil caused by Ba Kuan's death finally subsided after Big Boss B paid a compensation of 10 million plus the two projects he booked and contracted for the land in Kowloon Walled City.
It made the other three major associations in Hong Kong, Lian Sheng, Ching Hing, and Hong Lok, as well as some other powerful little names, feel disappointed. They even took off their pants and showed us this?
But Boss B is so lucky that he actually got a hole in the big cake of Kowloon Walled City?
Isn't it just that Thirteenth Sister is in Hongxing by name? Who really thinks she is from Hongxing now?
How good is it that the Thirteenth Sister is affiliated with her own club?
There is no need for her to do anything, just make this aunt comfortable and serve her, and introduce some big business to them.
Thinking of all these big and small prefixes, I realized why Jiang Tiansheng could tolerate Thirteenth Sister, a weird fit person, hanging around Hongxing all these years, and was he not afraid of her usurping the throne?
If it were us, we would definitely tolerate it, okay?
As long as she has enough money, she can give up the leading position to her!
However, on the surface, the situation seems to have calmed down, but various undercurrents are brewing.
. . .
Tsukamoto Building, Central.
In the Japanese-style hall on the fifteenth floor of the top floor, the eighty-year-old Tsukamoto Shinji was lying on the tatami, his head resting on a pair of thighs, and another woman in his arms.
In the hall, Tsukamoto Shinji was listening to a ditty from his hometown, and a woman in a kimono danced to the music. The TV in front of him was playing a documentary about Japan's invasion of China.
Tsukamoto Shinji seemed a little dissatisfied with the three women around him and sighed.
"Women, it is better to be a woman from China."
"How are our Japanese women inferior to Chinese women?" the woman in his arms said coquettishly.
"No, Chinese women attach great importance to chastity. When violence is done to them, their painful screams are the most exciting!"
"We can also bark."
"That's completely different." Tsukamoto Shinji looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes with an afterthought expression on his face, "I really miss it."
It seemed that he was reminded of the pleasant things he had done in China.
Click!
After a sudden crisp sound, the entire top floor became dark. Tsukamoto Shinji immediately pushed away the two women beside him, took out a gun from the room and held it in his hand. He picked up the phone and called the security director and asked: "Sasaki! What's going on?"
"Under investigation, President, please rest assured."
"We must investigate thoroughly!"
"Hi."
After the call ended, the dancing woman brought a glass of wine and handed it to Tsukamoto Shinji, but he blocked it with one hand. How could he be in the mood to drink now? There were so many people in Hong Kong who wanted him dead. Maybe this time he was the one who caused the disaster. What about the descendants of those people who hired killers?
In the control room on the eighth floor of the building, Security Minister Sasaki saw a masked man appearing in the corridor on the third floor. He quickly shouted into the intercom: "The target is on the third floor. Close all the elevators. Take the stairs and surround them. If you see anything alive, Kill them without regard for their faces!”
The masked man picked up the gun within five seconds of appearing on the surveillance screen.
boom!
The screen immediately turned into a snowflake.
Seeing this situation, Sasaki immediately took five security guards out of the monitoring room, leaving only two to continue monitoring.
. . .
In the power distribution room on the second floor, a man wearing a black combat uniform and a hood strode towards the door holding a Remington.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
There was a burst of gunfire outside, but the man in black ignored it and went straight to the stairwell.
At the same time in the surveillance room, the two remaining security guards looked at a masked man in black wearing a gray coat on the screen. He had a Glock with an extended magazine in his left hand and a P90 in his right hand. They killed the first group in a short while and went down to the third floor. All eight people were killed with one shot.
The masked man looked at the camera after killing eight security guards.
boom!
The screen turned into a snowflake again, and the two security guards shivered, and a fine layer of white sweat formed on their backs. They could feel the murderous intent in each other's calm eyes through the screen.
A bad premonition emerged in their hearts and they quickly reported it to Sasaki.
"Minister, the four and five groups were all shattered with one shot, and most of the cameras on the third floor were also knocked out!"
"Baga! Pay close attention to the surveillance on the fourth and second floors, and report him as soon as he appears!"
"Hi!"
In the stairwell on the right, Sasaki, who had only reached the sixth floor at this time, felt helpless and furious as he listened to the words coming from the intercom. He could only give one sentence and continue rushing to the third floor.
In the stairwell on the left side of the building, four security guards were rushing to the third floor. When they got to the fifth floor, the stairwell door was kicked open with a bang, and they saw a man in black wearing a combat uniform holding a handful of Remington faced them.
"Minister, send..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, Sasaki heard a bang. In the small space, the four security guards were blown into sieves on the spot, flew out, hit the wall, and fell to the ground dead.
"Three groups? Three groups!?"
Sasaki realized something was wrong. Wasn't the target on the third floor?
He quickly asked about the situation, but there was only Shasha's voice on the intercom and no one responded to him.
"Control room, what are you looking at! Where is the target?"
"Minister, surveillance did not find the target on the second or fourth floor."
"Baga! There is more than one of them, everyone, please be careful!"
"Hi!"
Bang bang bang bang!
After finishing six more people, the masked man went straight to the stairwell on the right side of the third floor.
At this time, Sasaki and the four people did not go directly to the third floor, but entered the fifth floor and roared at the intercom.
"Seven groups, eight groups, nine groups and ten groups, hurry up to the fourteenth floor and guard the top passage. Even if only one fly flies into the president's room, you will commit seppuku!"
"Hi, got it!"
"Control room! Control room! Control room!"
Zuo Zuomu immediately called the control room again, but there was only a sound of salsa, and he realized that something was wrong.
"Everyone, go to the fourteenth floor quickly!"
After saying that, he rushed to the fourteenth floor with five security guards.
The men in black and the masked men shook their heads as they listened to the sound in the earphones. Isn’t this convenient for us to eat at the same time?
The man in black walked slowly up the stairs. As soon as he reached the eighth floor, he heard footsteps coming from below. The sound was probably only about two floors away from him. He immediately turned around and went downstairs, and took out two pineapples.
Eight security guards were running towards the upper floors at high speed. When they reached the seventh floor, two pineapples rolled to their feet.
boom!
After a burst of fire, only mutilated bodies were left on the stairwell, and Sasaki's voice came to the man in black's ears again.
"One group? Two groups? Answer! Baga!"
The man in black looked down and then continued to go upstairs slowly.
. . .
Finally, Sazuaki led five security guards to the fourteenth floor. Only eighteen of the forty-six security guards in the entire building were left. He also understood the situation on the other side.
There are only two people!
"Baga! Hurry up and wait for them to come up!"
After Sasaki yelled, he led eighteen people to ambush on the fourteenth floor. He felt aggrieved. So many of them were beaten like this by two people?
At this time, another question from Tsukamoto Shinji came over the intercom.
"Sasaki, what's going on?"
"President, don't worry, it's just two killers, we're already dealing with them!" Sasaki could only assure Tsukamoto Shinji by pretending to be fat.
"solve quickly!"
"Hi!"
All the security guards were standing in a hall, their guns pointed at the entrance to a walkway.
This is the only way to the top. No matter how well the killer hides, as long as the target is Tsukamoto Shinji, he must come out of this intersection. Behind them is the only staircase leading to the top.
The corridor is in the shape of a "one" and connects the hall in the shape of a "kou". With such a broad field of vision, where can the killer hide?
Will they still be afraid of two people with the firepower of their eighteen guns?
The two killers did not disappoint the eighteen security guards. Three minutes later, the sound of footsteps reached Sazumu's ears. Everyone concentrated on staring at the intersection, nervously waiting for the arrival of the two men.
