Formal attire in yellow clothes, yellow trousers, and distinctive round white hats are distinctive features of the Foreign Legion and can be seen in crowded places in major scenic spots.
Currently, they are under the jurisdiction of the General Staff of the Blast Furnace Authority. Unlike other countries, the work of maintaining security in some cities in Gaul is made up of these "overseas" personnel.
On the contrary, those in black clothes, blue trousers and formal black hats are from the Gallic Gendarmerie, which is an internal defense force. In Li Feng’s opinion, it is probably equivalent to the military police in his hometown. Police later.
The weapons and equipment in the hands of the two are basically the same. They can be distinguished just like the Sanlian Gang and Hongmen. They can be distinguished by the clothes they wear.
This time was different from the past. Not long after the gunshots were fired, they did not wait for the incident to end and come out to clean up the floor. Instead, they appeared immediately after the conflict occurred and interrupted it at a speed that was contrary to common sense. The two sides may continue to exchange fire.
After the third party entered the scene, he almost wore the same color clothes as the Third Company Gang, but the weapons in his hands were very different. The wood-colored gun butt was pressed against the shoulder, and the black clothes on the opposite side were torn apart. The knife in Zai's hand fell to the ground with a clang.
As for those holding guns, not to mention continuing to aim, some of them stuffed them into the backs of others, and some wanted to run away in desperation, but were afraid that the dragon crossing the river on the other side would keep them behind.
Without the person in charge, Jianghu would not have the slightest idea of quarreling with the authorities, maybe even if the second leader was still there.
They put down their weapons one by one with a listless expression. Who knew that the group of dragons crossing the river on the opposite side consciously put their pistols back on their waists in front of the military police, without any fear at all? These Gallic gendarmes.
"Hello, we meet again"
When the young man wearing bottle-bottom glasses appeared, Li Feng nodded and grabbed the other person's palm. , and slapped the knife in his hand.
"I think I may be unlucky. I'll run into money grabbers even when I go out to get a haircut, and I may cause you trouble again."
On the banknotes in his hand After poking, Li Feng hooked his fingers. The bald translator was already in place and gave a rough explanation of the captain's words and the causes and consequences.
After all, they are on someone else’s territory, and the two sides are also shaking hands. The reason why Lao Ge wants to stretch is to wait for the official announcement from both parties before handling it. Since Li Feng chooses to stretch, it’s his fault, then There has to be a proper reason.
The special agent in military uniform with eyes under the bottle nodded after listening to the description of the bald head. He looked thoughtfully at Master Zeng who was photographed on the glass with a bruised nose and swollen face in the barber shop. The blood allowed him to make a direct and clear judgment. Then he looked at the three corpses on the ground, and then the knife on the ground, and calmly waved his hand forward.
The military police swarmed up, took out the handcuffs from their waists, and pressed the bad boys of the Third Company Gang against the wall one by one. After a search, they confiscated the weapons, and then they were like eggplants beaten by frost. of, allTake it away.
Li Feng estimated that there was a high probability that they also knew about the bad things in Chinatown, otherwise they would not be surprised at all. As for sending people to keep an eye on him, he had already made up his mind from the moment he arrived here. Prepare.
He said sincerely that if people from outside the country come to his hometown, if Zheng Chaoyang doesn’t arrange for someone to watch, Li Feng will promise to stand on his head to wash his hair.
As people were arrested and those taken away, only three solitary bodies were left on the street. The pools of red blood were very dazzling. It seemed that the military police They were planning to hand over the job of cleaning the floors to gangs.
Lao Wu emerged from the alley. When he saw this scene, the brothers beside him wanted to get closer, but he stopped them all.
"Brother Wu, Brother Wu"
Ahua, who was holding a piece of sesame seed cake in his hand and eating it while running, came out from nowhere, and all the dregs fell on his clothes. Don't forget to stick it on your fingers and stuff it into your mouth.
When he saw the three corpses on the ground, his stomach bulged, his chin tilted up to the sky, and then he knelt down beside the sidewalk and vomited loudly.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on them?”
Lao Wu’s face darkened. Looking at the filth Ah Hua had vomited, he twisted his forehead into the Chinese character Sichuan and looked at it. Seeing that Zeng Ada was also taken away from the barber shop, his heart dropped to the bottom of his heart.
"He, they"
"I, I saw the two of them went into the Yangtze Hotel for dinner, uh, vomit"
Wiped his mouth tightly, After hesitating for a while, he stuffed the sesame seeds into his pocket. Ah Hua didn't even dare to look over there. Just after finishing two sentences, the lingering smell of blood in the air made him vomit it out again.
“It’s hard to get over this matter today. Xiaohu, go and send the children of Zeng’s family to her mother and tell them not to come back tonight. Ah Fei will go and inform the Third Company Gang to let them know. They came to collect the body."
"Others are watching here, wait until I go and notify Mr. Dong."
Looking at Ah Hua vomiting, and because he went to eat at noon, it turned out that It was hard to blame him, so Lao Wu, who felt that he had done something bad, kicked his ass, which was considered punishment for being so anxious now.
Before, he was blocked by the red stick Ayao and did not even enter the private room to report the matter. But now that the matter has become like this, it needs to be dealt with.
After watching Xiaohu take away the two children from the attic, he waved to A Fei, indicating that he could pass.
"Go now"
"Brother Wu, I'm a little scared, Daheixiong won't kill me"
"Go if I tell you to , I will kill you and let Ah Hua take care of your mother in old age, td, isn’t it just that the second in charge died, and the eggs are all scattered, it’s not our fault, go quickly”
Wait for Ah Fei to leave , Lao Wu trotted to the Yangtze Hotel in a hurry. The river dragon withdrew under the protection of the government's military police. The matter still had to be solved by the boss. After all, it was his boss Zeng A.The trouble caused.
After being unable to find the rightful leader, it doesn’t take much to figure out that the Third Company Gang will have to rely on the death of their second boss to keep causing trouble for themselves.
The stairs on the second floor.
The people who came to attend the meeting left one by one from the back door of the Yangtze Hotel, except for the one nicknamed "Dong Ye". At this time, his hands were holding black sticks, and his eyes were watching Li Feng and the military police leave. , eyes unblinking.
No, it’s one eye to be precise. The eyeball of the other eye is white and cyan, which is obviously a prosthetic eye. It’s like the hazy haze in the eyeball of late-stage glaucoma, giving people a strange look. illusion.
The black staff is three feet, three minutes and one meter long. Sunlight penetrates the glass, and the light shines directly on the staff under the Tyndall effect. The coating on the head of the staff exudes a message from the past. As the person holding the staff picks up the staff, , the word "dragon head" looms on the head of the staff, and the "phoenix tail" carved on the tail of the staff, the font is vigorous and powerful, showing a mellow and simple heritage.
This staff is a Gaul-Hongmen dragon-headed staff. Compared with the traditional leading staff, its appearance is more in line with the characteristics of Western-style civilized staffs. It does not add any exaggerated decorations and is very restrained.
The stick holder is the authority of the gang. In the outside world, there are various titles, such as the boss, the talker, and the gang leader. However, in the Iron Tower, the Red Sect disciples prefer to call him the leader.
Mr. Dong looked haggard, in his sixties, but he was full of energy. When he was going down the stairs, Manager Hu wanted to help him, but his arm was thrown away.
Staffed on the spot, Manager Hu watched Ayao and Han Baoer follow behind him. After they went downstairs, he returned to the kitchen.
"Still crying"
Seeing Manager Hu coming in person, Jasmine, who was squatting next to him to comfort him, quickly stood up and placed the handbag on the table.
Lan Xiang received a slap on the face. At this time, her right cheek was swollen into a bread. The marks on it were as clear as chisels and axes. There was a faint smell of safflower oil. When she saw Hu The manager came to find her, and the eldest girl, who still had tears in her eyes, quickly stood up.
"Stop crying, he's dead"
Rubbing Lan Xiang's head and looking at the two one-dollar bills in her hand, Manager Hu said with a smile.
"Ah"
"Ah"
The two girls widened their eyes for a moment and looked at their manager, subconsciously avoiding that His name is because he is the second in command of the Sanlian Gang.
"This slap, in exchange for his life, is considered a profit. The young man who tipped you must have just heard the gunshots outside."
Hu The manager could see it clearly from upstairs, especially since there was the oil paper used to package the roast duck from the Yangtze Restaurant on the ground.
"He"
Thinking of the generous "young master" just now, Jasmine looked at Sister Lanxiang's cheeks and never imagined that the one who couldn't eat General Tso's Chicken , and the young man who disliked scrambled eggs with persimmon actually killed Feng Wanshan after he went out.
Lanxiang is moreUnexpectedly, those two people were wearing Western-style clothes, especially the younger ones, who looked like international students. Unexpectedly, they turned out to be the king of hell who was seeking his life.
The swollen cheeks, and the painful burning sensation just now were either due to the medicine or because of the news. Now they are cool, as if ice cubes have been applied, and the pain is gone.
Looking at the knife that Jasmine had given to her, Lan Xiang suddenly felt as if she was holding a red-hot coal and hurriedly wanted to return it to Jasmine. The two of them pushed it back and forth, but Hu was pushed. The manager laughed. < /p>
On the street, the Hongmen disciples of the Yangtze Hotel, led by Mr. Dong, the general manager, walked step by step to the scene of the crime.
The neighborhood shopkeepers who were watching saw this posture and skillfully closed and locked the doors. Unfortunately, there were no rolling shutter doors in this era, otherwise, they might have heard a neat "clatter" sound.
Dong Ye, who was leaning on a dragon-headed staff with steady steps and strong waist, met Lao Wu who was running over to report the news.
After listening to Lao Wu's description, Mr. Dong still did not speak. He slowly walked to the side of the three corpses, but did not mean to look at any of them.
Instructing Lao Wu to finish smoking the young man, he picked up the cigarette butts left on the ground. Mr. Dong held them in his hand and looked at the two bright red characters on the cigarette butts.
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