Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 267 "256" No one has ever dared to speak to me like this before.
"Liangzheng, are you really going to start a fight?" Bei Mi asked with suspicion. Even now, he still doubted that this bastard was bluffing him.

“Let’s fight! If we don’t fight, how can we prove the general’s strength in Bangkok, right?” Nan Zheng said sarcastically, then turned to look at Gales.

Gails nodded with a smile: "Of course, General Bei Mi is incredibly powerful and will surely be invincible."

"Damn it!" Seeing the two mocking her to her face, Bei Mi slammed her hand on the table, her anger flaring up as she cursed:
"Liang Zheng, don't think you can be so arrogant just because this is your territory! I'd kill you right now! Who do you think you are?"

"And you, Gells, you bastard, you're nothing more than a dog of our royal family. What gives you the right to talk back to me?"

"Don't think you can talk back to me just because you have a few old guys backing you up. I'll kill you before I deal with Liang Zheng!"

After Bei Mi finished speaking in a very agitated manner, the bodyguards behind him immediately became alert.

They were afraid the other party would make a move.

However, the opposite happened. Instead of getting angry and wanting to take action, Nan Zheng smiled.

Gails laughed especially loudly.

why?
If Bei Mi really dared to fight, he wouldn't have been whining and not making a move for so long.

It's clear that the other side is also wary!

To put it bluntly, he wasn't stupid. He knew this was someone else's territory, and there was also the local police station, a local tyrant.

Even if he could actually kill two people, Bei Mi might not be able to get out alive.

Because the people from the North are in the tea room, they are being held hostage!
“General, the way you talk is so arrogant reminds me of someone. He was also a general, but he won’t be born for decades.” Nan Zheng played with her fingernails, her expression playful.

"And he even has the surname Yu! Yu as in the universe. The general of the entire universe, isn't that even more awesome than you?"

"Mr. Nan, you were born decades in the future... so how did you know about the other person?"

Gails didn't take the irritable and crazy Bei Mi seriously at all, and instead asked with great interest.

Chun Chun completely ignored the other party.

"Because I was dreaming, dreaming about decades later, hahaha!" Nan Zheng laughed loudly.

“I see. He’s certainly impressive. For Mr. Nan to dream about him, he must be quite capable,” Gers said with a grin.

Seeing the two joking and teasing each other, completely disregarding her, Bei Mi's face flushed red.

His eyes also turned ferocious.

He slammed his hand on the table again, gritting his teeth, and said, "You two bastards, are you even listening to me?"

"Listen to your mother!" Nan Zheng suddenly produced a dagger, grabbed Bei Mi's arm and held it down, then stabbed it into the table.

A scream immediately followed.

Bei Mi's bodyguard was taken aback and quickly drew his gun, but Bei Mi, who was in pain, was already in front of him. Then, a Black Star gun suddenly appeared in his hand.

However, no one knew how he suddenly acquired a Black Star.

Bang bang bang!

Two or three of them collapsed immediately.

Gunshots rang out in rapid succession in the small tea room, scattering bullets everywhere.

Bei Mi's terrified screams continued, growing louder with each bullet fired, and blood splattered all over his face.

His eyes were filled with fear.

In the blink of an eye, his bodyguards were wiped out by a Black Star rifle.

Eight bullets killed four people.

Smoke was still billowing from the muzzle of Black Star's gun.

He then flipped the table over, pinning Bei Mi's upper body down with it. His hand was still pinned to the table with a knife, bleeding profusely.

He stomped his foot under the table, pinning Bei Mi down so she couldn't move, shook Hei Xing, and sneered, "General, is my marksmanship accurate enough?"

"One shot, one kill; one shot, one more kill."

"You're a madman! You're a fucking madman!" Bei Mi shouted, utterly shocked.

Because the other side really did only have one gun each, and they took care of all four of my bodyguards.

Only for a moment.

Nan Zheng was quite confident in her marksmanship, capable of hitting targets within fifteen meters, let alone here where the distance was less than five meters.

He had been waiting for Bei Mi to slam his fist on the table so he could then use the knife to immobilize her and use her as a shield to prevent her from being shot in the back.

Although Nan Zheng has a buff that allows her to dodge.

But you can't guarantee you won't get away from it; it still hurts a lot when it hits you.

"You'll find out soon enough whether I'm crazy or not." Nan Zheng raised her hand and overturned the entire table to one side, tearing open flesh with the dagger in the process.

Bei Mi clutched her crippled hand and screamed in agony again.

"General, didn't you want to play? Then I'll play with you properly." Nan Zheng raised her foot and stepped on Bei Mi's head again.

He bent down and patted his face.

"You think this is Thailand, so I can't do anything to you? Huh?"

“I’m telling you, no matter where in Hong Kong or Southeast Asia… no one has ever dared to talk to me like that! Never.”

"If he does exist, then he can only be a dead man, skinned alive, his tendons pulled out, and his body crushed to pieces."

"You think I don't know what tricks you're playing?" Nan Zheng released her foot, pulled Bei Mi up, and stared at the terrified Bei Mi up close, sneering:
"If you used your brain and thought about it properly, you wouldn't be spouting nonsense and talking so arrogantly when there isn't a single one of my people here in the teahouse!"

"You sent all your men to ambush us? Do you know how many men I brought tonight?" Bei Mi asked tentatively, a look of horror suddenly flashing in her eyes.

"You planted a spy among my people?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you think I need to plant a spy next to you?" Nan Zheng said with a disdainful look.

"With your stupid long hair and that tiny brain of yours, I could have figured it out when I was eight years old!"

Bei Mi looked desperate yet unwilling to accept it.

If Liang Zheng really guessed that he had brought people with him and wanted to catch him off guard.

So it's obvious that Liang Zheng could also lay in ambush and catch Bei Mi's people off guard.

Both sides made predictions, but Nan Zheng's prediction was clearly more likely to succeed.

Because it's using the known to deal with the unknown!
"Don't worry, I definitely won't kill you so quickly. You brought so many people here tonight, it would be a shame not to let you enjoy the show," Nan Zheng said with a grin.

Then he called out to those outside:
"Uncle Kun."

"Mr. Nan!" Not long after, Uncle Kun arrived with several henchmen.

"Wash the floor and bring over a new table. I want to continue drinking tea!" Nan Zheng sat back down on the sofa and waved her hand.

As if nothing had happened.

Uncle Kun nodded expressionlessly.

He was actually quite surprised; he hadn't expected Nan Zheng's spear skills to be so remarkable.

No wonder he sent all his people out.

He himself was quite skilled in combat and marksmanship.

Uncle Kun ordered his henchmen to quickly clean the floor, and only then did Giles recover from his stunned silence.

He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with awe and shock as he looked at Nan Zheng.

The scene unfolded too quickly; Gails didn't even have time to react before Nan Zheng made her move, and all of Bei Mi's bodyguards were taken care of in an instant.

Beneath the black star, all beings are equal.

This statement is incredibly valuable.

Looking at the trembling Bei Mi, Gales hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Nan, if you really kill him, your business will be in trouble. After all, he is a member of the royal family."

"What, are you afraid of him?" Nan Zheng crossed her legs, her expression playful. "No, not at all. He's just a small fry, not worth mentioning." Gails' tone was relaxed, not at all fake.

"However, if the royal family loses face, it will definitely cause you trouble."

"I also find it difficult to handle."

That's really the truth, after all, they're all people involved in "legal" procedures.

People like to come back again and again, what can you do about it?
However, Nan Zheng didn't care.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to handle things now, and I won't bother you later either."

"After tonight, just clean the floor."

“Okay.” Gails nodded; he didn’t know what Nan Zheng was up to either.

But they take money to do things.

He didn't want to say or ask too much.

In reality, Nan Zheng never intended to do any business in Thailand. If she were to do something, she would only do some legal things on a small scale.

The remaining projects are, of course, highly profitable.

He has experience in gambling and arms dealing, so why not just bring it over here?
If we really want to do legitimate business in this godforsaken place, how long will it take to break even?

With a little thought, it becomes clear which businesses can maximize profits.

Just then, gunshots rang out outside.

And it's getting bigger, denser, and noisier.

Nan Zheng slowly looked at Bei Mi and smiled: "General Bei Mi, our game begins."

"How about we guess who will die more? Or who will win?"

Bei Mi's wound was still bleeding. He clutched his palm tightly, trembling all over.

When he heard this, his heart sank even further.

Because Nan Zheng's attitude was too certain.

Bei Mi always felt like she had been tricked.

……

On the other side, Cola heard the gunshot and thought Bei Mi was sending a signal, so he immediately ordered Mark to lead his men to attack the teahouse.

"Quick, kill Liang Zheng tonight!"

"The gunshot was about a hundred meters away. It sounded like Black Star," Mark said from the car.

"But Bei Mi didn't call. Should we ask her?"

"What the hell are you asking?!" Cola said irritably.

"They've already started a gunfight, how could they possibly have a phone call at this point?"

“That makes sense.” Mark nodded thoughtfully, but his identity as a professional gunman still made him feel a vague sense of unease.

Logically, BeiMi should have called ahead to notify them.

Then we'll take action...

Could something have gone wrong?
Mark had considered that Liang Zheng might have fired the shot, but the question was, would he really have done it?

Not taking action at the negotiating table is a rule that is universally accepted.

But there was no time to think about it now. Mark quickly made a phone call, and the three or four cars parked on the street immediately turned on their lights and started up.

They rushed to the tea room.

Cola made a phone call from the car, signaling the knife-wielders who had been hiding to act immediately.

However, before Cola could finish giving instructions, a dump truck suddenly drove across the road and blocked the way.

"Oh no!" Mark's expression changed drastically, and a bad premonition resurfaced in his heart.

Sure enough, a dozen or so AKs, all with identical barrels, were quickly set up in the dump truck's bed.

Da da da da da da da～～～
The dozen or so gun barrels, like fiery serpents and centipedes, spewed out ferocious flames in a dense, continuous stream.

In an instant, Mark was riddled with bullets, and Cola was hit three or four times in the chest.

The entire car was riddled with black bullet holes and was even still emitting smoke.

Despite the pain, Cola was terrified and pushed open the car door, scrambling out as fast as she could.

Before he could run two meters, a burst of bullets rained down on him.

In an instant, people were riddled with holes.

The gunmen in the car also became a swarm of hornets.

Mark's car was in the very front, so it was the first to be hit.

The gunmen in the following vehicles, although they reacted in time and stopped, were still killed or wounded by a hail of bullets.

You know, there were over a dozen AKs on that dump truck! Not just a dozen Black Star rifles.

The intensity of the firepower was like a torrential downpour; even those wearing bulletproof vests would be torn to shreds. Where could they possibly hide?
Most of them can't escape because they don't have time to react, let alone dodge.

Seeing that he had quickly tidied up the vehicle, Abu expressionlessly emptied the magazine, reloaded it, and then jumped off the vehicle with one hand.

The gunmen behind them also jumped out of the car one after another and scattered in the four directions.

In any gunfight, you must spread out your positions, otherwise you'll be targeted by concentrated fire, and even if you don't die, you'll be turned into mincemeat by stray bullets.

Aren't these car teams examples?

Bang bang bang!
After emptying two AK magazines, Abu quickly pulled out a Desert Eagle and took down the two gunmen leaning against the back of the car on the left.

Another shot knocked down the man in black who was running away.

Then he said coldly, "Eliminate every single one of them who has a gun."

"Anyone who resists, give them a burst of bullets and send them to meet the boss!"

"Yes!" came the immediate reply from behind.

A little over a minute later, the gunmen that Cola brought had been mostly taken care of.

The rest was just finishing off the enemies.

The main reason we were able to strike so quickly was because we had prepared in advance.

Otherwise, no matter how high the veteran's professional skills are, it would be impossible to resolve the issue so quickly.

There might even be deaths and injuries.

During the incident, many knife-wielders rushed over, but upon seeing that it was all a contest of firearms, they all turned and ran away.

These are all people who are fed by Coca-Cola.

But they're not stupid. Their boss is dead, so who would fight him to the death?

So, with a little extra effort, everything was taken care of.

"Brother Bu, we've taken care of all of Cola's gunners." One of them said as he walked over.

"Should we have the floor cleaned?"

“Cleaning the floor? That’s what the police do!” Abu grinned wickedly.

Then he waved again:
“Keep squatting here. Bei Mi has many allies, and the boss has many enemies. Who knows, they might team up... If they dare to come, then we'll take care of them all.”

“No problem.” The man nodded, then turned to tell the other veterans.

Prepare them for the second fierce battle to come.

(End of this chapter)