If all the people in Hongmen still have a hint of Jianghu atmosphere.
The members of the Sanlian Gang seem to have left the world, and they have the flavor of a listed company.
As a custom brought from my hometown, official personnel wear black suits and trousers no matter what the occasion. Decades later, they may be considered real estate agents, but today, decades in advance.
One handsome word can include everything.
For example.
The mourning hall.
According to the rules of Hongmen and Jianghu, the big boss in charge has left, and all his subordinates are wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety. There are few heirs holding the edict in their hands, and the wife and daughter kneel by the brazier to burn paper, and a gloomy cloud condenses thousands of miles away.
However, the Sanlian Gang is different. It has lost the traditional customs and added elements of Western-style funerals, which seems nondescript. The whole process is like a farewell ceremony for the body, and there are even people happily waiting to eat. personnel.
Dian Yuan is the cemetery of the Sanlian Gang in the Thirteenth District of Iron Tower. It contains the burials of members who were killed on the street in order to fight for territory of the gang.
A memorial sign contains the current members and commemorates all the people lying here. After all, the gang has grown from small to weak to strong. Without the deaths of these people, it would not be as glorious as it is now.
In the church nearby.
On the cross opposite the main entrance, Christ the Savior is overlooking the world of mortals and all living beings.
In front of him, all the joys and sorrows may be insignificant, but the open coffin on the altar brought huge emotional fluctuations to the members of the Three Company Gang in the church.
All the official members present were filled with a tragic temperament.
With every prayer of the priest, the white words on the chest of the black suit trembled in the wind.
“May he share the blessings with your Son when he is resurrected in the future.”
“I ask for the above because of our Lord Jesus Christ. You are the Holy Son.” Son, he is God, and you and the Holy Spirit live forever and ever."
"Amen"
With the standard "Amen", all the people present were in unison. lowered his head.
Feng Wanshan has always stood in the front row, mourning others, but now he has become a member of the coffin. I wonder what he will think when he sees this scene.
As the priest closed the book in his hand and stepped aside, the big guys in the front row who came to pay their respects walked around the coffin one after another.
"Second brother, third brother swear to avenge you, leave Cheng Cheng to me, you can go without worry"
Achen pretended to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. , personally placed the purple carnation in Feng Wanshan's hand on his abdomen, and patted the back of his stiff hand. Then he pressed his lips hard, walked around the coffin, looked at him, and covered his face. pocket square.
After finishing speaking, the big boss of the execution hall threw the carnation in his hand directly into the coffin. Then he glanced at the "priest" standing aside and slapped him heavily on the shoulder. Go up and nodded to him.
The priest lowered his head in fear, and his body was trembling like a quail. It seemed that the punishment he had received in the execution hall was still fresh in his memory.
"Old Feng, Wutang has sworn to avenge you. My eldest brother is not drunk. He is angry and is helping you find those big gangsters. The people from Hetang didn't come, so they went to calm you down. If there is no news today, they will have to be punished."
He patted the edge of the coffin with both hands, and then the Wutang boss also threw out the white carnations in his hands, but he might not have left. The heart was thrown onto the lid that had been closed on the lower body of the other half, and slid down.
For the rest, those with good relationships will personally deliver flowers to their chests. Those with average relationships and hot tempers may not be able to stand this kind of formality for a long time, so they can learn to do it directly. The tulip in his hand was thrown away.
As the coffin was closed, I didn’t know whether it was the part-time housekeeper or the part-time priest who came today. He picked up the white ceramic bottle, like Guanyin, and placed it on the coffin. The lid is sprinkled with holy water.
After the process was completed, several big bosses had no intention of carrying his coffin. Before he was alive, we were all brothers. After death, then you can be brothers with the people who went down before him.
As the coffin was carried to the dug grave by several gangsters, the farewell and burial ceremony for the old and new remains was successfully concluded.
The paper flowers on the suit were thrown into the trash can at the door after leaving the house.
As more and more white paper flowers grow, the overburdened trash can gradually tilts like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
"What are you talking about? The person must have run away. He must be someone hired by Hongmen. He doesn't dare to work with us openly. He only dares to use such despicable methods to hire big gangsters."
The most fiery-tempered leader of the faith hall, Gui Jiewen, cursed and lit the cigarette in his mouth. With a fierce look in his eyes, he took off the unlucky paper flowers on his chest and threw them in. In the trash can.
"Achen, brother, are you confused? Hongmen has been doing a lot of tricks recently. Such a good opportunity has been given to everyone. If they messed up, the second brother's death was not in vain."
Stretching his hands hard, Jiao Wen was quite unwilling. What a great opportunity that day was. Hongmen didn’t bring heavy firepower, and he was fully armed. Only a killer like him would know how to get this opportunity. How good.
"Brother Wen, Brother Xiong has his own ideas. People say that he was taken away by the military police. We must at least have a name when we send troops. Otherwise, if we kill their boss for no reason, we will really look like an eagle." The Zhigongtang next to it is vegetarian." Zhigongtang Hongmen
Achen loosened his black tie. Needless to say, this suit really suited the current scene. He was all black and didn't even need to change his shirt. Normally He seemed very handsome, but when he arrived at the cemetery, he looked very handsome.Very unlucky.
After such a reminder, Zhuojiao Wen took a deep breath and finished the cigarette in his mouth. He became more and more irritated. What was irritating was not Feng Wanshan’s death, but the fact that the second boss said that he would be popular if he liked the ashes. Hui, these hall masters have a great sense of crisis.
After living on the streets all my life, I have been able to drink foreign wine and ride foreign horses. Suddenly one day, I find that I and the bad boy have only one life, and they may eat ashes together with the bad boy at any time. Then The contrast between falling from the sky to the ground was really hard to accept in their hearts.
"Crunch, crunch"
In the overwhelmed trash can, as the sparks from the cigarette end sputtered, the white paper flowers inside showed signs of burning.
A gust of wind passed by, and the trash can was finally dumped. The burning paper flowers were instantly carried into the sky by the strong wind, flickering in and out of sight, and scattered over the cemetery. The scene was very spectacular, like countless Xiao Yans. is releasing the i version of the Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus.
White flowers are extremely flammable, not to mention that with the wind, if a spark floats to the edge of the petals, the entire paper flower will be completely ignited.
Ashes like snowflakes were floating all over the sky, and the broken black ash was scattered all over the sky. The cemetery instantly seemed to be transformed into Silent Hill.
The ashes seem to comfort the restless souls in the cemetery, and they also seem to be sending an elegy to the lives of these men in black.
"Bad Luck"
A few hundred meters away, in a dilapidated residential house, Li Feng, standing behind the curtains, put down his military binoculars and looked at hundreds of people. People gradually left the scene, and Colonel Fernand put down the telescope in his hand almost at the same time.
The two people sat at the old table and looked at each other silently.
Sanlian Gang Yi Zhutang is in the main hall.
It looks like a European-style conference room, with an area of about one hundred square meters. There is a large round table made of oak in the middle, and a dozen high-back chairs surround the wooden table.
Facing the door, the leader of the Third Company Gang, Hei Xiong, had his legs crossed, his back to the table, his right hand holding his cheek, looking at a plaque hanging high on the ceiling behind him. Lost in thought.
This plaque is engraved with the four characters "Yi Bo Yuntian". It was specially brought from the main altar. I am afraid it is the only object that does not match the decorations in the house, just like the European-style decoration. In the model room, a Z-style large wardrobe suddenly appeared.
"Remove that chair, Achen stays, and everyone else goes out."
Heixiong, wearing a black slim-fitting vest, changed his arm to support his chin, without even looking in his eyes. With a signal, the people next to him knew which chair it was, and the one on the left was immediately removed.
"Mr. Xiong"
"The dick is gone, but you can't come, don't ask why"
"I know, Mr. Xiong, I know myself Achen is not capable enough."
Achen quickly lowered his head. He knew what his elder brother meant. He had neverI have coveted this position, because if I sit on it, I might be the next Feng Wanshan.
"This has nothing to do with ability. When you figure it out, you can sit in my position."
He pointed at his chair and stood up directly. He picked up a cigar, cut it with cigar cutters, and started puffing away.
Achen quickly shrank his neck, not even looking at his elder brother's chair, trying to figure out the meaning of his elder brother's words.
"The results of the embassy bombing have come out"
"Yes, the results of the investigation have come out. They have been published in Le Monde de Gallo and are still the headlines, saying that after being drunk, because of There was a conflict at the bar over the Yangma, and there was a fight in the back. Four Ferbero policemen were killed."
"Then let me teach you one more thing. If you want to get in power, first of all, don't believe any newspapers." Please remember. Collection, the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft