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Chapter 913 Plutocratic Country

Standing in front of Lin Qian, Zhang Qiang and Wang Hu heard the roaring sound from a distance, and the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared. They looked in the direction of the sound, and their eyes became extremely serious. .

Soon, led by five supercars, a group of jeeps drove up to Lin Qian and the others and stopped. Immediately afterwards, the sound of door openings sounded one after another, and three or more people got out of each jeep. Five strong men in black suits.

Thirty cars and nearly a hundred people.

They stood behind Li Zhihao and the others. Compared to Lin Qian's side, there were only forty people in total. In terms of numbers and momentum, Li Zhihao's side was undoubtedly an overwhelming victory.

"Yo?"

"Has the head been bandaged so quickly?"

Facing the large number of people on the other side, Lin Qian was still sitting at the front of the God of the Night's car, with a relaxed and contented look on his face. When he saw Li Zhihao who was the leader, he chuckled and teased him.

Hearing Lin Qian's ridicule, Li Zhihao's expression darkened in vain.

But this time Li Zhihao didn't say a word, he directly touched his lower back with his right hand, and took out a golden Desert Eagle from his lower back.

"Click!"

"Bang bang bang!"

After Li Zhihao took out the pistol on his back waist, he loaded the pistol directly, and then fired three shots at the sky.

"Boy, crawl over on your knees, and kowtow to me a hundred times in front of everyone. I'll spare your dog's life today, or I'll blow your dog's head off. I'd like to see if Your head was opened by a bullet, is there any hospital that can bandage it for you?"

After Li Zhihao fired three shots into the sky, he slowly pointed the gun at Lin Qian who was sitting on the front of the God of Darkness's car, with a cold smile on his face.

After finishing speaking, Li Zhihao glanced at Zhang Qiang and dozens of people beside Lin Qian, and then hummed softly, his voice full of disdain.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Lin Qian said that he didn't feel hairy in his heart, that was a lie, but when Lin Qian saw Lin Zhan who was less than half a meter away from him, his heart quickly settled down again .

"Boy, no matter who you are, no matter how awesome you are in your territory, remember, this is Korea, this is our territory, obediently kneel down and crawl over here, kowtow and apologize to Brother Hao, today We will spare your life, or else you will die under Brother Hao's gun, and your death will be for nothing!"

Standing beside Li Zhihao, Cui Zhehan, with his hands in his pockets and a baseball bat in his hand, yelled at Lin Qian, with the same arrogant and unbeatable expression on his face.

"You guys are so good."

"Isn't South Korea banning guns?"

"You still dare to kill?"

"Isn't murder a crime in Korea?"

Lin Qian looked calm, and he calmly asked Li Zhihao and the others one after another.

"In South Korea, it is of course illegal to own a gun for private use, and killing people is certainly a crime."

"but……"

"That's for ordinary people!"

"And we are chaebols, we are heaven in South Korea, who will punish us?"

"Who dares to punish us?"

At the end of Li Zhihao's speech, the whole person laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, and the laughter was crazy to the extreme.

"Ah……"

"It is worthy of someone calling your South Korea a plutocratic country. This evaluation is really worthy of the name."

Lin Qian chuckled lightly, his words full of sarcasm.

"Correct!"

"You are right, we are a plutocratic country!"

"Boy, until now, you don't know our identities, do you?"

"Let me tell you, more than 70% of South Korea's annual GDP is generated by the family behind the six of us. It is our family that has given countless Koreans employment opportunities and given them a prosperous and stable life!"

"On that basis, we have some privileges, shouldn't we?"

Li Zhihao spread his hands. When he said this, his tone was full of reason, and it could be heard that what he just said was what he thought in his heart.

"Sick!"

Regarding Li Zhihao's answer, Lin Qian only answered him with two words.

"Whatever you say, it doesn't matter if you're sick or rotten." Li Zhihao moved his head, and he gestured to Lin Qian with his right hand holding the gun: "Now, I'll change my focus." Now, not only do you have to crawl over on your knees, I also want you to kowtow, and every time you kowtow, you should shout that Chinese people are low-born!"

"Hahaha, brother Hao, you have a good idea!"

"I'll record it for him later. Such a wonderful video must be kept well!"

"Hurry up, I'm already looking forward to it!"

……

After Li Zhihao finished speaking, he was immediately echoed by the dudes around him. Even the many bodyguards behind Li Zhihao showed a little smile on their faces, and Zhang Qiang and others on Lin Qian's side, they His eyes turned cold in vain.

The bodyguards who can become Leidun Security are all elites who have retired from the Huaxia Special Forces. They all have firm beliefs in national honor. Nowadays, when they hear someone insulting their country, many of them faintly emit There was a little killing intent.

"Ha ha……"

"It looks ugly, but it's beautiful in thinking."

"Just with a gun..."

"You still want to turn the world upside down?"

There was no smile on Lin Qian's face at the moment. He responded with cold eyes, then immediately raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly at Zhang Qiang and the others beside him.

And with Lin Qian's snapping of his fingers, Zhang Qiang and the others all started to move.

"Click click!"

They moved very neatly, and everyone touched their lower back with their hands at the same time, and then the sound of pistols being loaded one after another sounded in the empty underground parking lot.

In less than three seconds, all the bodyguards of Leidun Security had two German P229 pistols, one with two guns, a total of nearly eighty pistols, all pointing at Li Zhihao and the others in front of them.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

The smiles on the faces of Li Zhihao, Cui Zhehan, Yin Zhengyuan and others froze in vain, as if they saw a ghost.

In addition, a fear from the heart spread from the bottom of their hearts to the whole body.

What is it like to be pointed at eighty pistols?
Eighty black muzzles, the bullets in each muzzle could easily take their lives.

Originally, Li Zhihao had a large number of people and a gun in his hand, so he had the upper hand in terms of momentum. However, at this moment, the current situation has reversed in vain.

Although there must be guns in the hands of the bodyguards of Li Zhihao and others, but Li Zhihao and the others knew very well that even if they took out all the guns in their hands, there would never be more than 20 guns.

20 to 80…

The gap between the two is like a chasm!

(End of this chapter)