Chapter 467: Get back what belongs to you

Seventeen sturdy Vietnamese.
This is almost the elite of the Vietnamese gang, and the one in the front is five short, dark-skinned, and has small eyes. He is about 50 years old. It is almost no need to guess. Zhang Yang knows that this is the boss of the Vietnamese gang. : Strong brother.
In New York's Chinatown, a gangster known for its fierceness is the Vietnamese gang.
All members of the Vietnam Gang were mainly former South Vietnamese soldiers, all of whom were agile. They all wore black clothes and black pants, dark skin, and short stature, fighting fiercely.
The Vietnam Gang is a rising gang in Chinatown. Previously, the lot has been controlled by the Hua Qing Gang. Since the Vietnam Gang broke in, it has broken the situation where the Hua Qing Gang dominates the world. They fought around, fighting for territory, and their reputation quickly rose. The Huaqing gangs in Chinatown have all played against them and know their power.
The most prominent feature of the Vietnamese gangs during the robbery was that they were clever in both Chinese and English, so they were Chinese and English. When the client heard the cry of "everybody, lie down!"
The spiritual figure in the Vietnam Gang is Li Xingqiang, who is called Qiang.
It is said that in the early years of strong brother Jiang Jiangshan in Chinatown, all the Vietnamese are under his control, but recently it was rumored that strong brother has rarely been in charge, in fact, he has become a spiritual leader of the Vietnamese.
As soon as Brother Qiang walked in, Carla stood up and nodded and retreated. Obviously, he didn't want to be involved in the struggle of this Asian gang. For them, neither the Asian big circle gang or the Vietnamese gang was his. What I want to provoke is that these gangs may not have the money of the Mafia, but these gangs have larger mobile surnames, are more cruel, and are even more desperate to fight. This is incomparable to Western gang organizations.
As Kara stepped out of the conference room, there was a moment of silence in the room.
Brother Qiang's hair is a little gray, and his gaze is always on a short-haired young man sitting in the first seat opposite. This young man carelessly plays with a silver pistol. The pistol is constantly changing in his constantly, sometimes Disassembly, suitable for combination, on the conference table, scattered irregular gold bullets ...
Almost at the first glance, Qiang put all his energy on this short-haired young man. The young man was extremely clever with his hands. The pistol was beating like a life in his hand. This gave It caused him a great mental stress.
Brother Qiang suddenly had a regret, he should not attend this meeting, it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined.
Of course, Qiang is just thinking about it, even if he knows that there is danger, he will come because he is the spiritual leader of the Vietnamese gang. Now, the Vietnamese gang has internal divisions. As a boss, he is not worried about external forces, but instead It is an internal contradiction.
And just when Brother Qiang was paying attention to Zhang Yang, a few strong guys looked at Ruan Wenwu with a glaring expression, and a few of them looked impatiently.
"Qiang, I'm Wenwu, remember me!" Ruan Wenwu actually spoke first.
"Of course I remember, you are the nephew of Chishan, this time ..."
"Qiang!" Ruan Wenwu stood up and interrupted Qiang. "Qiang, I respect your old man, and I also know that you led everyone to take root in San Francisco and lay the country, but I have to say Now, the Vietnamese gang is much less united than before. They just hurry up for their own self-interest. My uncle fights for everyone, but who assists and who is my uncle at the most difficult time? "
Ruan Wenwu ’s gaze was like the blade of a knife. When some Vietnamese met his gaze, he could n’t help lowering his head. Obviously, Ruan Wenwu talked about their weakness.
"Wenwu, I also know some things, but many things can't totally blame the brothers. You also know your uncle's temper. Although many brothers have received his favor, who hasn't suffered for his bad temper? "
"Yeah, yeah, everyone knows your uncle's bad temper ..."
"..."
Brother Qiang's words and the compliment of some people immediately heard that Ruan Chishan may have a strange and rigid surname, which offended many people in the Vietnamese gang, so he fell into trouble when he was in trouble.
"I don't care. In short, my uncle is dead. I want to take back everything that belongs to my uncle. After I get what I deserve, everyone will die afterwards. Well water will not make river water. If I take it, I still got someone to stop it, so I don't need my life ... "
"Peng!" Ruan Wenwu's army stabbed on the conference table fiercely, his eyes were fierce.
"Xiao Wu, your uncle did not kill us. It's a matter of our fart. What do you do if you kill our boss?" A young man with a thick body and bright eyes did not seem to be afraid of Ruan Wenwu, and suddenly stood up and yelled.
"Xiao Qiang, even though my uncle is dead, I can't turn you on to bully, don't you tell me my girl didn't fight you?" Ruan Wenwu sneered.
"How are we fighting? You violated the rules and brought our women to the sphere of influence of others to do business. Are we still polite to you?"
"Xiao Qiang, I don't take the woman away. Can I take it to Vietnam, and in Vietnam, do I still have a foothold?"
"..." Xiaoqiang opened his mouth and didn't say a word. Obviously, he was a bad-spoken guy.
"I tell you, the women I bring will be mine in the future, and I won't give you one. Anyone who is dissatisfied will look for me directly." Ruan Wenwu smiled smirk.
"I rely on, kill our boss, you dare to be arrogant ..."
Amazingly, the young man named Xiaoqiang suddenly took a pistol from under his shirt. At about the same time, the other four also pulled out guns.
Amazing!
Just between this flash of light ...
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
...
Zhang Yang fired without any warning, five shots! After five gunshots, a series of falling sounds, including the fierce and sturdy Xiaoqiang, fell to the ground, there was a bullet hole in their heart, and even they did not even scream, How accurate is the bullet's last name.
The meeting room suddenly fell into a weird silence, and everyone's muscles were tightened, but no one dared to move, including the strong brother.
Brother Qiang's eyes stared at the young man above the chief. At this time, the young man was blowing the light smoke on the muzzle with his mouth, as if he had done a trivial thing, a laziness. Look like ...
The pressure didn't seem to be relaxed because of the flamboyant laziness, and the air was filled with a feeling of palpitations.
In fact, Zhang Yang had disassembled his pistol and placed it on the conference table, and the gun's spare parts were scattered on the table.
Looking at the pile of spare parts, no one dares to despise, because just before Zhang Yang shot, the pistol was also a spare part ...
This is a master who plays with guns. No one knows how far this master's realm has reached, because even some legendary gunmen cannot reach the speed beyond people's imagination.
"I almost forgot to tell you that I hate guns, so when I see someone pulling a gun in front of me, I will have an unstoppable shot , huh, don't look at me, go on, go on, Negotiations, you have to talk about it ... "
Looking at Zhang Yang's friendly smile, everyone felt a chill on his back. This young man was like a devil, killing between people and laughing, as if not five lives lying on the ground.
Brother Qiang controls the beating of his heart. He is also a character with a rolling blade. He naturally feels a look of indifference between the smiling and smiling face. This is the indifference to life, the person with this kind of look, the person who kills. It must not be calculated in ten digits ...
After World War II, some people have studied the psychology and eyes of some snipers. A qualified sniper will have a kind of indifference to life. Often, the eyes of a sniper who has killed hundreds of people are very scary. The generated mental power makes ordinary people unable to look at each other at all.
Now, the young man with short hair on the opposite side gave Qiang this feeling.
Who is he?
Brother Qiang racked his head and thought, but without any clue, he was a bit confused. He knew nothing about such a good gunman. If he knew this super gunman was here, he would never think that Going to risk ...
Unfortunately, everything is late, and the sniper he ambush outside has no effect at all. Of course, the arrangement of the ambush by Qiang brother is mainly to prevent Cara from bringing the leaders of their Vietnamese gang to the table instead of dealing with Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu. Kind of little person.
Now, Ruan Wenwu and Su Dafeng are no longer small people, because, beside him, there is a super gunman, and this mysterious gunman is full of strange powers.
"Wen Wu, what are your requirements? Since everyone is here today, put everything on the table and say it plainly."
Brother Qiang took a deep breath and discarded the thoughts in his mind. There is no choice today. The only way is to calm down Ruan Wenwu and talk about it later.
"Boss, please be calm and calm. We are not deliberately trying to get through with everyone. Wenwu just wants to get back what belongs to him. In fact, everyone is asking for money. The United States is full of gold, and no one can make money. We use it. Instead of fighting in the nest, let the old fox in Carana watch the joke ... "Su Dafeng stood up.
"Continue!" Qiang brother and a group of Vietnamese nodded, and Su Dafeng's words spoke to their hearts. Indeed, a gang's internal conspiracy was to show jokes to others.
"Our requirements are not high. The boss of the entertainment city was the brother of Uncle Wenwu before. He did something to uncle Wenwu. Now, he is dead. I think the one who was killed just now should be His capable men, should n’t everyone have an opinion when the entertainment city is transferred to the name of Wenwu?

"This one……"
Brother Qiang opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment without saying anything. Although he was the boss, he was just a spiritual leader. He had no practical right to such a major distribution of benefits.
Immediately, not only was Brother Qiang hesitant, other people were whispering. After all, what is involved now is a site, a site that is worthy of gold. Many bosses ca n’t own a real property in the United States for a lifetime, let alone a Large entertainment cities are full of coveted people, and everyone hopes for nothing.
"Click!"
A metal rubbing interrupted some people's whispers, and the meeting room immediately fell into a dreadful silence.
I saw the young man with short hair focused on the pistol assembled on the table, the movement was extremely slow. Of course, this slow movement seemed to be full of magic, making people feel breathless ...
(To be continued)