After coming out of the hospital, Li Anran and Lin Ziyang drove back to Fuwo Building. At this time, the place was heavily guarded. Not only were all security personnel on duty, but there were also several police patrolling outside.
At this time, workers were already repairing the glass door. Except for the area where the cordon was pulled, the other areas had been cleaned up.
"An Ran." Kong Xiansheng, deputy director of the Department of Security, came up to him.
He was recommended by Han Man. He was from the famous Long Live Army. He had strong personal ability and was Han Man's right-hand man.
"Let the brothers have some snacks and work hard during this period." Li Anran ordered in a low voice.
"Don't worry, if there is still a blind thief who dares to come over and cause trouble, I will hang him on the roof to dry him." Kong Xiansheng said through gritted teeth.
"Don't be reckless. The lives of brothers are the most important. The loss of property is not a big deal. We have asked the canteen to improve the food standards. If you need anything else, just ask." Li Anran patted his arm, Then he strode toward the elevator.
There is no other way. People can shoot with assault rifles. At most, the people in Fuwo Company have only one wooden and steel-wrapped hand crutch. How can they fight?
When I got to the top of the building, I saw that many office lights were still on. I raised my wrist to look at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. After thinking about it, Li Anran turned and walked into Huang Wei's office.
When they arrived at the door and saw Monica still there, they couldn't help but be surprised, "Why didn't you go home?"
Monica quickly stood up and replied, "Sister Weiwei is making arrangements for this year. There's a meeting going on inside about the movie project."
Li Anran hesitated and nodded to Monica, "I have nothing to do. Since she is in a meeting, I won't disturb her. By the way, tell her. If you work overtime, don’t take the bus when you go home at night. Ask Baoquan to arrange a familiar taxi.”
“Okay, I’ll notify them immediately.”
Return to your office. Li Anran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the dimly lit Victoria Harbor, but his mind was racing rapidly.
There was a knock on the door, and Camili came in with a tray, "Come and eat the noodles, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Well, it should taste good. It's time to have a peaceful meal." Li Anran said to himself without looking back.
For several days, Fuwo Building was deserted. Except for the security guards who were still patrolling in accordance with regulations, there were almost no people in the building.
The entrance to the Hesheng Gang Hall is heavily guarded. There are only a few young men loitering at the door. There are five troops and one sentry at three steps and one post upstairs. Everyone is armed with live ammunition, and the atmosphere is extremely tense.
In the living room, the heads of the Hesheng Gang gathered together and were banging the table and arguing.
"Is it a big deal to kill a few mercenaries? Others are afraid of him, but I don't care about him." A guy in his thirties wearing a vest and covered with tattoos yelled, his face His flesh was trembling wildly, his expression was extremely noisyZhang is domineering.
He is Chen Guangyuan, the red stick of the Hesheng Gang, and his nickname is Si Mao, which comes from the four hairs growing on the mole under his left ear.
Chen Guangyuan’s fierce reputation is well-known on Xiangjiang Road. It is different from the 30 swords of the 14th K. Beard Yong and the invincible iron fist of Ma Yumin. He is a South Vietnamese refugee and has been fighting since he was seven years old. He carried a gun and fought in the war, so his reputation was not due to how good he was in fighting, but because no one could tell how many lives he had on his hands.
The boss of the gang is naturally the hall leader and the incense master. The leader of the martial arts under his command is Hong Guan, who is responsible for watching the scene, using force in fights, kidnappings and assassinations. The writer is a paper fan, who is mainly responsible for finance, bribery, spying and other matters.
The red stick is usually held by the most powerful person in the gang. Chen Guangyuan escaped from the South Vietnamese refugee camp and took the position of the red stick in Hesheng because he dared to kill and fight. It was spelled out ruthlessly.
The three largest gangs in Hong Kong, such as Sun Ngee Ann, Fourteen K, and Sheng Wo, have all completed primitive accumulation at this time. Although they are still engaged in dirty business, they all intend to go ashore and want to go through serious business. Cleaning up business is not as ruthless as the newly emerged small gangs such as Hesheng, with no limit.
Cheng Zhimin and Ma Yumin discussed investing in movies with Li Anran with money, and there was naturally a threat behind them, which was at least more civilized than Chen Guangyuan's threat, or even the threat of murder.
Hesheng White Paper Fan Li Chuan was so angry at Chen Guangyuan that his lips were trembling. He pointed at Chen Guangyuan for a long time before he could say anything, "You... do you think you are the best in Xiangjiang? You Do you know that Li Anran has a military background? Ma Yumin of 14K didn't dare to do anything to him. He obediently offered five million to ask for cooperation, but you want to share other people's money without getting a dime... You... have A day you regret."
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Liu Dexiang, the boss of Hesheng, has been expressionless and silent, and no one knows his inner thoughts. The two top cadres under his command were quarreling. Chen Guangyuan was not as arrogant as he was for a day or two. If he had not been arrogant, he would not be where he is today. Without Chen Guangyuan's ten years of fighting, Hesheng would not be where he is today.
However, he already felt that Chen Guangyuan was a little out of control. He had mastered more than half of He Sheng's military power. If it weren't for the Zhao family who was behind the scenes, this kid would have been ready to take over.
But if Chen Guangyuan is killed, Hesheng will immediately fall into internal strife, and the situation that was finally won will return to its original shape overnight, which makes him even more taboo. Even though the Zhao family had hinted at him several times, he had no fundamental reason for taking action.
Liu Dexiang took a puff of his cigar and took the opportunity to check the time. No one noticed that a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face behind the smoke.
"Stop arguing, let's let Uncle Xiang make the decision." Zhao Bingrong, a red stick, knocked on the table a few times with his knuckles and said sadly, "Brother Yuan, Uncle Li, are you worried about an outsider?" headWhat are you doing with a white face? "
Maybe he didn't feel satisfied. Zhao Bingrong took out a pistol from his waist and slapped it on the table, "So what if Li Anran has a military background? This place is under the jurisdiction of the Xiangjiang government, and it is not their turn to speak. "
Liu Dexiang glanced at him sideways and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
Zhao Bingrong is the representative of the Zhao family in Hesheng. He has hundreds of subordinates, and his strength is only Worse than Chen Guangyuan, but this guy has a tough background. Not to mention that the Zhao family is one of the richest people in Hong Kong. Let’s just say that the son-in-law of the Zhao family holds the third highest position in the police force. Even the boss of Xin Ngee Ann will bow his head when he sees him. What’s more? Where are the others?
He glanced at the tall man standing behind Chen Guangyuan, feeling a little proud. This man was Chen Guangyuan's deputy and had been a fierce figure in the gang for many years. , has made a lot of achievements. Now he has more than a hundred people under his command, and his power is not small, so he also wants to make progress.
But Chen Guangyuan has become a roadblock for others to make progress... ...Hehehe!
The man felt Liu Dexiang's gaze and did not respond. Instead, he kept standing there, his eyes lingering on the back of Chen Guangyuan's head and neck.
Lou. The next few boys were smoking cigarettes, talking dirty words together, and laughing together from time to time.
The two men were walking slowly along the street, and a gangster glanced at them without noticing. Abnormal, he joined the discussion again.
When the two men passed by the gangsters, they suddenly became violent and their hands were filled with cold light. The gangsters did not have time to react instinctively. Lying softly on the ground. In an instant, red liquid seeped out from under his body, flowing and spreading.
Then, six masked armed men quickly came out of the tool truck across the road. They were dressed very strangely, with hoods on their heads, large headphones on their ears, tactical vests with magazines and grenades inserted into them, and a backpack on their backs.
The two men threw two bags to them when they were next to them. The two men quickly opened the bag, took out the hoods from inside and put them on. Then they put on their tactical vests, took the gun from their partner, pulled the bolt and checked it. Thumbs up.
The leading masked man waved his hand, and the eight people immediately formed two battle formations and tiptoed up the stairs
to the second floor. , there is a glass door between the stairs and the corridor.
The leading masked man squatted down, took out a rope and hooked it to the door handle, and nodded to the person behind him. The man immediately took out a strange object, and when the leading masked man moved his handle to open the door, the object rolled in.
"Boom..." There was a loud noise. Immediately, the corridor was illuminated by a burst of light as if it were daytime.
The guards in the corridor were immediately struck by a ball of light and a loud noise.Stimulated, his eyes suddenly darkened and his ears buzzed. He couldn't help but bend down in pain and cover his ears.
At this moment, two masked men broke in, firing out heavy bullets from the submachine guns in their hands. The people in the corridor were like blind and deaf people at this moment. They did not react at all and were knocked down one after another amidst the painful shouts.
"Grenade." The leading masked man shouted.
Two grenades flew out from behind, drew two perfect arcs, fell to the end of the corridor, and then exploded violently, and several more wailing sounds came from the stairs.