Hong Kong film: I have seven capitals, and I have established branches all over the world

In a blink of an eye, it was seven o'clock in the evening.

In the second block, in a private room on the territory of Brother Bao, the leader of the Fuqing Gang.

"You are Lei Yaoyang!"

"He's a handsome guy, but he does things a little too much!"

Brother Leopard, who speaks arrogantly, is 2 meters tall and weighs at least 400 kilograms. The gold chain around his neck must weigh three or four kilograms!

"Shit, I thought it was because of someone!"

"It turns out to be the three-legged leopard who often betrays his brothers!"

"Three years ago, you killed Aqiang for your own personal gain..."

That's right!

Lei Yaoyang knows the three-legged leopard.

"Snapped!"

"Fuck you, don't be so shameless!"

I haven’t even waited for Brother Leopard to speak yet!

His little brother slammed the table and stood up!

Just the next second!

Lei Yi took out a silenced pistol and killed the little brother.

"You dare to shoot and kill my little brother."

After Brother Leopard roared, he immediately shut up.

Because Lei Yaoyang and his six younger brothers came to the appointment with explosives tied all over their bodies.

"Brother Leopard!"

"Out there are all Lei Yaoyang's followers, all of them are openly holding Uzi submachine guns."

The trusted younger brother reminded carefully.

"Three-legged Leopard, it's seven o'clock in the evening. I'll give you five more hours. If you Fuqing Gang don't leave, you'll be fed to the crocodiles!"

After Lei Yaoyang finished speaking, he turned around and left with his brothers.

As a result, five minutes later!

Brother Bao and his friends just walked out of the restaurant.

"Da da da, da da da..."

As dense bullets hit them, more than a dozen Fuqing gang members led by Brother Bao were all shot like a hornet's nest.

After a while.

Lei Yaoyang, smoking a cigar, walked up to Brother Bao, who was still breathing, stepped on his head and said arrogantly: "He who strikes first is the strongest, and he who strikes later will suffer. Be smarter in your next life. Lei Yi, Lei Er, start to act."

In the next few hours.

There were constant gunshots and explosions.

After all, the Fuqing Gang also has pistols and rifles, but they don’t have rocket launchers.

now!

Chinatown Police Chief, Broly, is having dinner with Kalu in a private room of a luxurious restaurant.

"Kalu, isn't this mainlander named Lei Yaoyang a bit too arrogant? It's only a little after 7 o'clock, and he's already started to act."

Broly asked.

"Oh, Broly, I really like Lei's decisiveness, and he can bring us at least 1000 million US dollars in protection fees every month."

"That mainlander named Abao only gives us 100 million US dollars in protection fees every month..."

That's right!

As a capitalist country, the Netherlands does not care about the lives of immigrants from other countries.

As long as the winning boss gives them enough protection fees, it will be fine.

"Karou, 1000 million dollars a month is too little."

"According to the information I have collected, this mainlander named Lei Yaoyang sold nearly 5 tons of opium last month alone."

"Based on the calculation of 1 million US dollars per ton, 6000 tons would be 5 million US dollars. We provide him with various conveniences, but only get 3 million US dollars per month..."

Broly warned.

"Hahaha, then wait until tomorrow at noon and the three of us will chat about it."

Kalu smiled.

As the saying goes, when you are well fed and warm, you will think about sex. This is not the case after you have eaten and drunk enough.

Kalu clapped his hands, and triplets immediately appeared, staring at Broly's eyes.

"Tonight, these three are yours..."

Kalu smiled.

In a blink of an eye, it was one o'clock in the morning.

The busiest street in the second district.

More than a hundred young people who claimed to be from the mainland were kneeling in a neat row, their heads in their hands, and behind each of them was a junior elite soldier holding an Uzi submachine gun.

"One by one, they will sing the national anthem of the mainland. If they can't sing it, they will be shot."

Although Lei Yi looks like a Dutchman, he speaks fluent mainland Chinese.

"Fuck!"

"What a nice guy!"

"These Koreans and Sakura people, once something happens, they say they are from the mainland. Now it's interesting!"

"Hahaha, these people kneeling on the ground can't even speak a few words in mainland China. Let's see how they can sing the mainland national anthem."

The mainlanders who were not afraid of death stood in the corridors on both sides and talked a lot.

"Fuck you, you sang the mainland national anthem even less fluently than I spoke, and you dare to pretend to be from mainland China."

As soon as Lei Yi finished speaking, he pulled out his M1911 pistol and shot him in the head.

"Hey you, come here, yes, yes, it's you."

Lei Er pointed at a young man from the mainland who was watching the fun.

"Sun Lie, I called you the loudest. Now you know you were wrong!"

A friend reminded me.

The young man from the mainland named Sun Lie did not feel afraid when he came in front of Lei Er.

After all, he is a veteran!

"If you sing the national anthem of mainland China without making any mistakes, I will give you $100."

Lei Er said seriously.

"Hahaha, isn't this giving away US dollars for free?"

After Sun Lie finished speaking, he coughed a few times.

Lyrics: “Get up, get up!

People who don’t want to be slaves!

Let us use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall! The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time..."

As a result, as they were singing, young people from the mainland in the corridor also started singing along until the song was finished.

"Here's $100. You can look at it, but don't talk, okay?"

Lei Er took out a US dollar and handed it over.

"Okay, thank you."

Sun Lie took the money and said excitedly.

Although, he didn't understand why these Dutch mafia targeted Korean immigrants and Japanese immigrants.

But he was very excited in his heart.

After all, as a mainlander, I have a blood feud with the Japanese!

"Da da da, da da da..."

In less than 10 minutes, the Koreans who pretended to be young people from the mainland and the Japanese devils all turned into corpses.

By 8 o'clock in the morning, Chinatown Second Street was completely occupied by Lei Yaoyang.

The two blocks cover an area of ​​3000 square kilometers and have a population of over 20, of which more than percent are native Dutch and the rest are immigrants from other countries.

They are mainly engaged in pornography, gambling and drug-related activities.

In a blink of an eye, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Boss, Kalu, one of the mafia godfathers, invited me to dinner at noon..."

Lei Yaoyang recounted what had happened.

"Give them 3000 million US dollars a month as protection money, as long as they can guarantee the sales of 10 tons of opium a month."

He Tianci replied.

"Hahaha, Boss, you said too little!"

"The Mafia is present throughout the Netherlands, Italy, France, Spain and other European countries."

"For now, it's only 25 tons per month..."

Lei Yaoyang reminded.

"One ton of opium is worth 1 million U.S. dollars in the Netherlands, and 6000 tons is worth 25 billion U.S. dollars."

"After deducting various expenses, the bottom line is that we can earn more than 100 billion US dollars a year."

"Good fellow, it looks like we have to call Sangbo to speed up the unification of the Golden Triangle!"

He Tianci said excitedly.

"Boss, do you mean you agree?"

Lei Yaoyang asked.

"I must agree!"

He Tianci said happily.

At seven o'clock in the evening.

At the Kalu home.

"Mr. Kalu, Chief Broly, here is a total of 3000 million US dollars, which is considered protection money for next month."

Lei Yaoyang said arrogantly.

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