"Rose?"
"The one who used to hang out in Hong Kong Island?" The short man narrowed his eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke, and laughed out loud.
It's not that he doesn't know the name of the rose.
It’s not that they don’t know the origins of the Vietnamese gang.
The Vietnamese gangster Kneeling on the ground immediately shouted: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Our eldest sister is Rose, one of the four major bookmakers in Hong Kong in the past! If you have anything, you can talk to our eldest sister! You will not end well if you make things difficult for us!"
"Our Vietnamese gang is backed by a big boss!"
"I suggest you let me go! Let's talk!"
Vietnam Gang Ma Zai shouted loudly.
He was already sweating profusely.
And behind him are a dozen Vietnamese gangsters hanging in the air...
I can tell.
This guy kneeling on the ground was still a big brother, the leader sent by the gang to Macau to do things, but he didn't know who he offended, and the whole team was killed.
I saw a dozen naked boys hanging in the air. They all had their hands tied with hemp ropes and hung high on the roof. Each and every one of them was covered with knife wounds and stick wounds, bruises from the knife edges, and blood was dripping from them. Their heads were hung down, half-dead, and their facial features were beaten to the point of being inhuman. It was impossible to tell who was who. Almost all of them were injured. about to die.
On the contrary, it was the leader of Ma Zai who knelt on the ground and spoke, probably because the other party wanted to ask questions. Although there were traces of beatings on his face, he at least looked like a human being. He could speak soberly and give his name for the other party to consider. .
But the short man sitting on the chair didn't show any concern or fear at all.
When he heard the names "Rose" and "Four Major Bankers", he chuckled, stood up and walked step by step to the leader of the Vietnamese gang. He squatted down, lifted the other person's chin, and stared at the leader of the Vietnamese gang. Sermon: "Talk? What is there to talk about?"
"Haojiang!"
"I have the final say!"
"You can do whatever you want, and you can do whoever you want!"
"Tch, four major bookmakers? What qualifications does an outdated antique and bitch have to hold a gambling card?"
"Wow!" The short man flicked his wrist hard and threw the Vietnamese gang leader to the ground.
The Vietnamese gang leader himself was kneeling on the ground, his chin was pinched, and his body was a little unbalanced.
After he fell to the ground, he was heard shouting loudly: "We have a big boss in the Vietnamese gang! A big boss you can't afford to offend!"
"There's no one in Haojiang that I can't afford to offend!" The short man stood up and stretched out his palm towards Ma Zai next to him. A man in black shirt named "Ji Shiwei" immediately handed a pistol into his eldest brother's hand.
"Crack!" Brother Haojiang pulled the bolt of the gun, bang bang bang, and fired three shots at the Vietnamese boy on the ground, killing the Vietnamese boy on the spot.
Then he threw away the pistol and shouted: "Kill them all!"
"Feed the fish tonight!"
"Choke!" Ji Shiwei took out a sheathed fish knife from his waist, dropped the sheath on the ground with his hand, and walked to a hanging Vietnamese gangster.
"Choke! Choke! Choke!" At the same time, a dozen men from the Haojiang Gang who were standing nearby drew out their fish knives and walked up to the Vietnamese gangster with ferocious faces...
"Poof!" The market leader stabbed the Vietnamese gangster in the chest with his knife, then pushed the knife down and disembowelled the Vietnamese gangster. All kinds of dirty blood, intestines and other organs burst out.
He is killing people exactly like he kills fish!
"Puff, puff, puff!" The other brothers also used the same killing method.
The scene instantly became extremely violent and bloody!
And it smells fishy!
Just like a fish market!
All the Vietnamese gangsters who had been hanging in the air died immediately. Each one became weak and their bodies were hanging in the air.
It’s no different from a dead fish tied with a straw rope!
And the Vietnamese gangsters with big foreheads, short chins, flat noses, and dark skin.
They have characteristics of Southeast Asians.
This is very different from Ma Zai from the Haojiang Gang.
This is because the members of the Haojiang Gang grew up in Macau or surrounding island villages. Although they are all thin and have shriveled skin, they have high nose bridges and most of them have Chinese characters or oval faces.
This has something to do with regional distribution and geopolitics. After all, although the horses in the Vietnam Gang are all Chinese, many young people's mothers are Vietnamese women, and they have lived in the Vietnam Gang for a long time, so their habits and appearance will naturally change.
However, the people of the Haojiang Gang have always lived by the sea and are proficient in water skills. Most of their families are engaged in fishing. Macau is still a colony and is influenced by the Spanish. The characteristics of both are very obvious.
"Let's go!" Brother Haojiang took a deep breath, as if he was accustomed to the smell of blood, and even had some attachment and fondness for it.
As a child.
His fish-killing stall all smells like this...
I saw him waving his hands and leading the troops out of the warehouse.
Ji Shiwei followed behind him.
A large group of horse boys followed closely behind.
A group of people were left unloading the bodies and preparing to feed the fish.
The sea breeze from Macau blows in your face.
The smell of blood cannot be blown away.
On the contrary, it made the smell of wind stronger.
And the market is great! A tall, thin man with deep-set eye sockets and sharp eyes! The number two figure in the Haojiang Gang! Known for being smart and capable! Big Brother Bengyaju!
Colt! That short Haojiang eldest brother, holding a cigarette and wearing a striped shirt! The number one figure in the Haojiang Gang! He founded the Haojiang Gang two years ago! Cruel and ruthless, he is the number one member of the Macau society!
Macau is not as vast as Hong Kong Island and can support several societies. After months of fighting, one fight lasts for more than ten years or decades.
Macau is just a small island, with only such a small amount of land, it can only support a large community. Two years is enough time from starting to taking over, and you can be number one!
Not to mention compared with the mainland, Taiwan, the Golden Triangle and other places.
And when it comes to all kinds of business, Macau is not as good as Hong Kong Island.
After all, the population is limited... You can’t even earn postage by selling fans or smuggling! There are only two things that can really make money, one is arms and the other is casinos!
Macau is an arms transfer station in Asia, and the arms business has always been in the hands of "Qima".
Bengyaju and "Qi Ma" have a good relationship.
I won't touch "Qi Ma's" business.
Now that the Haojiang Gang is growing day by day, it urgently needs to open up new ways of making money to support the entire gang to move forward and continue to grow.
Bengyaju then sets his sights on another most profitable business - casino!
Or rather gambling!
A license to open a new casino!
Work for Mr. He's casino as a security guard and feed the fish in shame. How can you make money faster by opening your own casino? So Bengyaju focused on the "gambling license" issued by the Macau government this year, and the Vietnamese gang was just to eliminate opponents. As for who is supporting the opponent and how strong is it? Bengyaju is not very clear...
He only knows that Bengyaju is the biggest in the world of Macau!
...
"Ahem."
Bengyaju drove the Toyota back home, took the water glass from Ma Zai next to him, drank the water and cleared his throat.
Immediately, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Toot toot.
After the call is connected.
He said aloud: "Ayao."
"I've already taken care of the Vietnamese gang."
The phone rang with the voice of Sanlian Gang sister-in-law "Ding Yao".
"Brother Ju."
"Thank you very much."
"I will definitely follow the agreement, half for you and half for me."
"Split the gambling cards!"
The so-called "equally split gambling license" is naturally a joint venture to open a casino. The two people hold half of the shares and share the casino profits equally.
There is only one real gambling card.
"good."
"I trust you."
"When will you come over to stay with me?"
A smile appeared at the corner of Bengyaju's mouth.
The smile is a little rippling.
Ding Yao lengthened her voice and said in an ambiguous tone: "Brother Ju... you know... that old man Lei Gong can't satisfy me at all. I also want to see you as soon as possible..."
"But there have been a lot of things going on in Taiwan recently..."
"I also accompanied Lei Gong to worship my ancestors..."
Bengyaju said in a calm tone: "Okay!"
"You go and accompany Lei Gong!"
"Wait until I win the gambling license! You will have to accompany me every day in Macau and handle business for the Sanlian Gang every day. I will sleep with you every day! Sleep with you when Lei Gong is on the phone with you!"
"Tick." Ding Yao hung up the phone, leaving only one sentence in the end: "I'm waiting for you..."
"It's so fucking naughty!"
"I just like coquettish women!" Beng Yaju hung up the phone and held a cigarette in his mouth again, with a very fierce look in his eyes.
A gambling card.
There are hundreds of millions of interests involved.
Vietnamese gang! big boss! Sanlian Gang! Haojiang Gang!
The storm is rising in Haojiang!
Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan gather together!
…
Three days later.
General Administration.
Zhuang Shikai came to the basement floor with a cup of coffee.
"Sir Zhuang?"
"You found me?"
Zeng Xiangrong raised his head and asked.
The poor office area of the Internal Affairs Department is located on the basement floor, which can be said to be the lowest office in the entire police station.
Of course, this is not meant to embarrass the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but most of the facilities such as laundry rooms and parking spaces are located in the basement.
The office area of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is located on the basement floor for greater convenience.
Zeng Xiangrong serves as the Chief Inspector of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Has great priority on matters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Therefore, his desk is very visible, located in the largest and quietest part of the office area.
Just for a dignified chief inspector to be transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and sit on the bench, it would feel desolate and miserable no matter what.
What's more, it's a day to commute to get off work on time every day, read the newspaper and listen to the radio.
It’s really unaccustomed!
Zhuang Shikai was wearing a crisp suit, holding a coffee cup and a document in his hand.
As soon as he entered the office area, he was discovered by Zeng Xiangrong.
Zeng Xiangrong immediately stood up with excitement and said hello to the officer.
After all, the Zhuang Clan had been winning consecutive battles recently, and the Lu Clan was unable to stand up, so Lu Minghua took the initiative to resign. Now that Sir Zhuang is here, is he going to fish him out?
Zeng Xiangrong is not a guy who just wants to eat and die! He really wants to return to the operations department and make contributions!
But Sir Zhuang pretended to say: "Yes! The coffee just spilled on the suit, I want you to wash your shirt!"
"Well……"
"Leave the laundry to the inspector in the laundry room next door."
"Fill out the form."
"I'm not responsible for washing clothes!" Zeng Xiangrong said that he was a chief inspector after all. Even if he was sitting on the bench, he was still a chief inspector. How could he let the chief inspector wash clothes?
And when he heard that Sir Zhuang was not here to fish him out, but came specifically to wash his clothes, his expression immediately froze, feeling extremely aggrieved.
His excited expression also softened, his expression was still a little disappointed, and his tone was full of embarrassment.
Zhuang Shikai looked at him with his cup of coffee and asked, "What?"
"Aren't you happy?"
