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

Chapter 268 "257" Clash of Blood and Flesh

On the other side, Zhang Chun and his men, holding grenades, had been keeping an eye on the teahouse. When they saw a sudden firefight break out inside, with blood even splattering onto the street, he immediately wanted to go and help.

Chen Yiyuan, who was standing next to him, stopped him and shook his head.

"The boss said we should wait for reinforcements to arrive before we take action."

"But they've already made a move at the teahouse. What if the boss dies?"

"Damn it! The boss can't die! If he dies, who am I supposed to ask for money from?" Zhang Chun said hurriedly, holding a grenade launcher.

Chen Yiyuan laughed and then said, "If the boss wasn't prepared, could he have gone to the meeting alone in the tea room?"

Zhang Chun thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to make sense.

"Don't worry, the boss is smarter than you! With your brain, you definitely don't know what the boss is thinking, so of course you're worried... But the boss is the boss. He's been through thick and thin all these years. Do you think he'd fail here?"

"Damn it, you act like you're so smart, you idiot!" Zhang Chun couldn't help but curse.

These words, seemingly praising Nan Zheng, are actually an insult to him.

Zhang Chun is no fool.

You can tell from the sound.

"I'm definitely not as smart as the boss, but I'm at least smarter than you," Chen Yiyuan said lazily, leaning against the wall.

"At least I won't lose my composure."

Zhang Chun gave him the middle finger speechlessly.

However, at that moment, a gunman suddenly ran over and said, "Brother Chen, Brother Chun, three or four MPVs have arrived, all filled with men in black. Something seems amiss!"

"What the hell?" Zhang Chun looked directly out the window and saw nothing except for some bloodstains and the smell of gunpowder wafting from the tea room.

He turned around and slapped the back of the head, cursing:

"Do you think I'm stupid? Where did this MPV and men in black come from...?"

"I've been watching it the whole time."

"No, Brother Chun, I meant the back window, the one across the street!" the man said, rubbing his head in grievance, and pointed to a window behind him.

Chen Yiyuan immediately laughed: "I told you you weren't very bright, but you didn't believe me. Now you believe me, right? I wasn't lying to you!"

"Damn it," Zhang Chun cursed.

He then stormed to the back window, turned his head and saw several MPVs parked on the street. Looking down from above, he could vaguely see several men in black smoking inside the cars.

This is true for almost every car.

There really is something going on.

This bathhouse is located in the middle; the tea room is in front, and the parking area for the men in black is in the back.

It's like a sandwich cookie.

Chen Yiyuan figured that the other party was probably here to do something, but there had been a sudden commotion, and Bei Mi hadn't given any indication, so none of them dared to make any rash moves...

There's an 80% chance someone's scouting the area.

Once they determine Nan Zheng's approximate location, they will definitely take action.

"It must be someone who's targeting the boss," Chen Yiyuan said directly.

"To fight or not to fight?"

"How should I know? What if I call the wrong person!" Zhang Chun said without even thinking.

Then he slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Damn it! I'll just grab one and ask him, then I'll know!"

"With so many people, they all need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, right?"

Without further ado, Zhang Chun immediately took two people down to the bathhouse.

The bathhouse had been booked out in advance, and the entire place was dark, so Zhang Chun and his group weren't afraid of being discovered.

As soon as someone shows their face, you just need to be quick and nimble.

Chen Yiyuan did not stop him.

Actually, there was something else he didn't say: regardless of whether he hit the wrong person, he'd just kill them first and deal with the consequences later.

After all, with so many people gathered late at night, even if they hit the wrong person, what kind of good people could they be?
However, there was also the risk of it being one of their own, so in the end Chen Yiyuan didn't say much.

He picked up his sniper rifle from the side, set it up, and aimed it downwards.

……

"We're out of cigarettes. You guys stay here and keep watch, I'll go buy a pack."

Inside the car, one of the people opened a window a crack to throw away a cigarette butt, and then opened the car door.

The small MPV was filled with smoke, and there were four or five people inside.

It seems they have indeed been staying here for some time.

"Smoking less won't kill you," said one of the people holding the steering wheel.

The man chuckled and pointed across the street: "There's a convenience store just three or four meters away. It's convenient and won't interfere with your work, so don't worry."

He then got off the bus.

The driver didn't say anything, which clearly meant he acquiesced.

After entering the convenience store, the man stood at the counter and approached the clerk: "I'd like a pack of Marlboro cigarettes."

"Okay." The waiter nodded.

He had just turned around when two or three people suddenly walked into the convenience store through the back door.

They also went to the bar.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black felt a chill at his waist, as if something was pressing against him.

The man in black also changed his expression drastically.

The waiter, holding a Marlboro, turned around and saw a young man holding a Black Star cigarette to the waist of the man in black. He was stunned.

"Go out the back door, and say it out loud: they don't have your cigarettes here, you have to go to another store to buy them..."

"Don't worry, I just wanted to ask you something, nothing more," Zhang Chun said expressionlessly.

“But if you mess around, I guarantee I’ll shoot you dead! At least faster than your friends coming in to rescue you.”

"Would you like to take a gamble?"

"They don't have the cigarettes I want here." The man in black decisively chose the former without any hesitation, and then walked out with his hands on his hips.

This action is to prove that he poses no threat.

This person is intelligent; to be precise, he should be considered an expert.

Knowing what it means to protect oneself wisely.

Zhang Chun followed, but kept a distance, his eyes and head wandering around the convenience store, pretending to want to buy something but not actually wanting to buy anything...

The gun was still pointed at the man in black from his pocket.

This effectively maintains a deterrent effect without alerting the men in black outside.

You could say Zhang Chun is a seasoned veteran.

Knowing how to take precise action.

The two young men bought Marlboro cigarettes and several bottles of water before leaving.

"Huh? Where's Amin?"

"Why did they suddenly disappear?" Suddenly, one of the people in the car noticed something was wrong and immediately became alert.

The driver said casually, "That kid said the convenience store didn't have the cigarettes he wanted."

"You should buy it at another store."

"So that's how it is," the man said, suddenly realizing.

……

Upon arriving at the alley, Zhang Chun grabbed A Ming and began punching and kicking him.

Two or three of my lower teeth were knocked out.

The other person immediately covered their head and cried out for mercy.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

“What do you want? Ask me!” Amin shouted, kneeling on the ground.

"Oh, didn't I ask?" Zhang Chun grabbed his bleeding head and asked with a smile.

The two young men then circled around and met up.

This indicates that no one is following them.

Amin then realized that he was being targeted.

These people aren't robbing!
"I, I..." Amin stammered, and Zhang Chun punched and kicked him again.

In no time, the other party backed down.

He said they were there to do work, all of them were hired guns, working for the boss.

"Who is your boss? Who do you work for? Who is your target?" Zhang Chun asked three questions in a row.

“We don’t know who it is. We only know that once the informant gives us a message saying to take action, we will act! And at the same time, we will get the target’s photo and personality traits, etc…”

"The informant hasn't given us any news yet, so we're still waiting!" Amin didn't dare to hide anything at this point and told everyone everything.

Zhang Chun now understood that the other party's financial backer was quite shrewd.

He must have known the purpose of doing so.

Zhang Chun was also a mercenary, so he knew this method very well.

In reality, the client is afraid that their information will be leaked and discovered by their competitors, so they only provide the target with photos right before the operation.

This was also for the purpose of maintaining secrecy.

However, its shortcomings are now becoming apparent.

Because the gunmen didn't know who they were going to kill, if they were caught, they would definitely confess what they had done.

Since it hasn't been done yet, it doesn't count as a leak.

“That must be the boss,” one of the young men said casually.

Zhang Chun nodded; he thought so too.

click!
He then snapped Amin's neck.

"Grab your weapons, let's get started." Zhang Chun took out the grenade launcher he had hidden at the entrance of the alley.

The two then pulled out AKs.

Then, with a click, all the guns were cocked, crisp and decisive.

Zhang Chun took the lead and went out first. Upon seeing the other side's first MPV, he raised his gun and opened fire without thinking.

dong!

With a crisp spring-like sound, the howitzer flew out.

It smashed precisely into the car window.

Immediately following was a large-scale explosion, with sparks flying everywhere. Several people inside were instantly blown to pieces, covered in blood.

dongdongdong!

Zhang Chun didn't even glance at it, and fired several more shots in a row.

They directly turned the gunmen in three or four MPVs into moles, hitting their targets every time.

Before the enemy could even react, more than half of their troops had been killed or wounded.

Screams erupted one after another in the street.

A few lucky ones managed to push open the doors of the wrecked MPV, which was billowing black smoke, and scrambled out in a disheveled state.

Some had half their faces missing.

They were all dumbfounded and terrified, completely caught off guard.

At this point, they not only couldn't retaliate, but they didn't even know who had attacked them.

Most of them were killed or injured in an instant.

Two young men, armed with AKs, fired in bursts, killing anyone who tried to escape.

Decisive and efficient.

In no time at all, the people in the MPVs were all used up by ammunition.

During this time, some people did think about firing back, but the grenade launcher was too damn powerful. How could they fight back with that thing?

Are bullets and artillery shells in the same category?
"Wow! Awesome!" Zhang Chun excitedly shook the grenade launcher. This thing really is a weapon of war; no wonder so many people like it.

Shui Ling hid this thing in the ancestral hall of the Dongxing headquarters, intending to use it as a secret weapon.

Now it seems she really did not make a mistake in hiding it.

This thing is fucking awesome.

When it comes to dealing with people, it's incredibly effortless!
"Did any of them escape?" Zhang Chun asked reluctantly after he had finished having his fun.

"Probably not, all the missing shots were dealt with," a young man said.

He was secretly astonished.

This thing is incredibly lethal, comparable to a small hand grenade.

Using them for a fierce battle here would be absolutely amazing.

"Brother Chen hasn't made a sound up there either, so he probably really has everything sorted out. Otherwise, he would have opened fire with that sniper rifle," another young man chimed in.

Zhang Chun waved his hand: "Let's go."

"Oh, and remember to dispose of these bodies properly, so they don't frighten the neighbors who are going to work the next day."

"Brother Chun, you're so righteous!" the young man said with a grin.

“Chinese people never disappoint. If I were to disappoint someone… then I must be Japanese,” Zhang Chun said slyly.

I was in such a rush just now that I didn't ask which side the other person was on.

Otherwise, I'd have to keep indulging for a while longer.

Zhang Chun had only just started using it, but he already had a strong interest in the grenade launcher.

So cool.

……

Almost simultaneously, Tian Yangsheng, on a rooftop, witnessed Abu to the east repelling an attack by a group of people.

Zhang Chun in the west caused a huge explosion.

It looks like a vehicle.

"There seems to be no movement here?" Tian Yangyi asked.

"Who knows?" Tian Yangsheng sneered.

"However, both groups have been wiped out. If they had joined forces, they would probably know everything they need to know by now."

"They probably won't come back."

"If they force it... then they're probably really idiots."

Tianyangsheng means keeping an eye on the outside world and seeing where there are any big developments.

Although Bei Mi is not a big shot, he is still a warlord.

Nan Zheng can fight and leave, but that doesn't mean she won't get hurt while fighting.

We definitely need to take precautions.

Just then, Tian Yang'en narrowed his eyes and stared at the south, "Someone's coming."

"Oh?" Tian Yangsheng turned his head in the direction and saw three or four trucks slowly driving by, as if there were quite a few people.

The truck bed was packed with people, each carrying a long gun.

It looks like there are quite a few people.

"Tsk tsk, this is the true strength of a warlord!" Tian Yangsheng revealed a bloodthirsty smile. "It looks like there are at least a hundred or two gunmen here, and several vans behind them... Thai warlords, they're really something else." Tian Yangzhi said with a grin.

"I just don't know how strong they are."

"No matter how strong he is, he only has one life! No matter how good he is, can he beat a liquid bomb? What kind of life can be so tough?" Tian Yangyi said dismissively.

Although there were only four of them, they were not afraid of these private soldiers.

It's not that they are invincible.

They had already prepared liquid bombs before going up to the rooftop.

These were all made starting the day I arrived in Thailand.

There are three or four in total.

One comparable to TNT.

If a real fight breaks out... Yang Sheng wouldn't mind throwing all these things into the crowd that day, since this isn't his home anyway.

How many people die is none of his business.

Even if things get really bad after that, it's time to go back to China.

"Should we do it?" Tian Yangzhi raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing some excitement.

They had previously carried out blasting operations in Southeast Asia, which resulted in numerous deaths and injuries.

I want to come again this time...

It's obvious that he's addicted.

As a group of child soldiers who had been through countless battles, they naturally didn't care what would happen to the local order after the explosion.

Human life is worthless in their eyes.

"They've stopped. Let's assess the situation first," Tian Yangsheng said calmly, looking at the trucks that had suddenly stopped on the street.

The teahouse is a few hundred meters away, three streets away.

Although it's unclear why these private soldiers stopped, it's still necessary to be on guard.

Tian Yangsheng told Tian Yangzhi to take two liquid bombs downstairs, and then made a phone call to Nan Zheng.

"Hey?"

……

“It’s me,” Nan Zheng said lazily, sitting on the sofa.

"Several truckloads of people have arrived..." Tian Yangsheng briefly described what he had seen.

"Oh? It's General Bei Mi's private army?" Nan Zheng said with a smile.

"Did you give them a warm welcome?"

“You can do it now if you want to,” Tian Yangsheng said directly, of course he understood what Nan Zheng meant.

"No rush. I always prefer to be polite first, then take action. We'll do it later." Nan Zheng thought for a moment and then added:
"Of course, there are exceptions."

"If they rush in, we can just take action without asking me."

"OK!"

After shifting gears and hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng pondered for a moment and realized why Bei Mi's people had suddenly stopped by the roadside.

They probably haven't received any notification.

To put it bluntly, they are Bei Mi's people, so naturally they have to listen to them and eat their food.

Otherwise, how can I be a lackey?

If they suddenly rush in, they might not help Bei Mi, and could even kill her.

Who will they eat with from now on?
Every faction has its own allies and cliques. If someone from Beimi goes to another clique, they can't integrate into the whole; they'll just be living under someone else's roof.

Even children understand this principle.

Not to mention those soldiers.

"General Bei Mi, things are almost over now."

Nan Zheng casually tossed the mobile phone aside, then got up and stretched.

Bei Mi didn't speak, but her lips trembled and her whole body trembled slightly without her noticing.

I don't know if it's from excessive blood loss or fear.

"Liangzheng, let me go, okay?" Bei Mi said through gritted teeth.

"General, you were so arrogant before! Now you're asking me to release you? Are you kidding me?" Nan Zheng lit a cigarette and said with great interest.

"Furthermore, your men have arrived, and there are several hundred of them—your private soldiers!"

"If everyone had a Type 38 rifle, I reckon they'd all be riddled with bullets. What are you afraid of? Where did your courage to come in go?"

“This is where you were born, this is your base of operations, and you still have hundreds of guns outside… Be tougher, don’t be so weak,” Nan Zheng couldn’t help but add.

His eyes were full of mockery.

Nan Zheng was naturally unaware that if Bei Mi were to actually send his private soldiers out to fight, his mortal enemy would also step in and attack him.

They'll at least get involved in military courts.

After all, it was common knowledge that warlords kept their own private armies, and everyone did it that way.

However, despite the consensus, few people would actually use their private armies to fight openly, commit arson, murder, and looting.

This is tantamount to openly telling the Thai government that I'm fucking rebelling!

This is no different from trying to overthrow a dynasty in ancient times.

It's even the same principle.

This is the main reason why the people from Beimi arrived halfway but didn't fully enter.

Even if they win, Bei Mi will be in deep trouble when she gets back.

Even his powerful backer will suffer.

This is the point!
A private army won the battle, but both sides suffered heavy losses.

Without private soldiers, if you lose, you're instantly wiped out.

In any case, Bei Mi is now in a difficult situation and cannot achieve a complete victory...

The main problem was that he didn't know this young man from Hong Kong Island was actually so awesome that he dared to confront a Thai warlord right there in Thailand!
"Liangzheng, all you want is money and business, right? I can give it to you right now," Bei Mi said, her face full of resentment.

"But if you kill me now, you won't be able to stay in Thailand! You'll be hunted down by warlords anywhere in Southeast Asia after that..."

"Why put your life in danger at any moment just for a moment of pride?"

"What a coincidence, I hold the opposite opinion! If you can't even breathe, what the hell are you living for?" Nan Zheng sneered.

Bei Mi was even more desperate.

Go to the street!
This bastard's thought process is really different from ordinary people.

That's crazy, really crazy!
A short while later, Abu returned, followed by gunmen carrying several corpses.

Cola, Mark, Che Baoshan...

Then Zhang Chun also swaggered in, carrying several corpses as well.

They were all dressed in black.

Their faces were blown to pieces, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Except for gender.

"All done. A dozen gunmen were taken care of in one go, and the rest were all knife-wielders. After we took out a few, they all scattered," Abu said after glancing around.

Zhang Chun followed closely behind: "Me too! Except there were no knife-wielders, only gunmen. I blew them all up like hornets last time."

"General Bei Mi, is this your trump card?" Nan Zheng asked, glancing sideways.

"Is there any more?"

"My brothers don't seem to be having enough fun! Hahaha."

A chill ran through Bei Mi's heart.

That bastard is insane.

Nan Zheng went out and looked around; all the men in black had Southeast Asian features.

It must be someone from Khun Sa or Guan Chai Ba.

If Nan Zheng knew that Guan Cai Ba was cooperating with Bei Mi, and that a couple hundred people hadn't yet crossed the border... then she could tell they were Khun Sa's men.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Bei Mi.

Another burst of bullets.

Empty the magazine directly.

With all his limbs broken, Bei Mi knelt on the ground screaming in pain.

"Damn it! You think you're so tough as a warlord? You think you're the only one with a powerful backer? I have one too!" Nan Zheng walked over, stepped on the other person's hair, and sneered.

Then he looked at Abu:

“Take men to Che Baoshan’s headquarters, wipe out all his men, and take over all their boxing gyms and businesses.”

“I’ll take care of it right away.” Abu nodded.

"Zhang Chun, keep an eye on those private soldiers. If they dare to step into this street, don't hold back on the howitzers, use them all and wipe them out!"

"No problem!" Zhang Chun shouted excitedly, knowing that tonight would be even more exciting.

There were only a couple hundred people, and Nan Zheng didn't take them seriously at all.

It's not like we haven't done it before.

The Hung Hom Tunnel has resulted in over a thousand deaths and injuries.

Before leaving, Zhang Chun glanced one last time at the long-haired, corpse of Cola and said regretfully, "What a pity, that girl was really beautiful, I never thought she'd die like this..."

"Damn it, Abu is truly inhuman!"

"This is Coca-Cola, the younger brother of the immortal Coca-Cola. He got his scrotum ripped off and became sexually altered." Chen Yiyuan had heard a bit about it, then grinned mischievously.
"If you want to go, now's not out of the question; you can do it while it's still hot."

"What? A man?" Zhang Chun was startled when he heard that.

The cola was made too smoothly.

He still thought it was a woman.

"Don't be afraid! Even though your body is covered in bloody holes, it's just right..."

"Fuck you, Chen Yiyuan!"

……

Watching Bei Mi's unrestrained screams and Nan Zheng's condescending disdain, Nan Zheng's satisfaction grew.

He really doesn't like seeing blood.

But these warlords with buffs are still acceptable. After all, they are arrogant and conceited. Now they are being trampled underfoot like dead dogs, with their arms and legs broken. Isn't that a perfect sense of superiority?

A moment later, Nan Zheng picked up her mobile phone and called Da Fan.

Gails witnessed the whole thing but didn't say much.

He had investigated who Nan Zheng was from the beginning, so he naturally had a general idea of ​​her background.

However, it was still unexpected.

This guy is too ruthless and audacious, he doesn't care about anyone.

A complete desperado.

In Gails' memory, only notorious bandits would act so recklessly and without fear.

In retrospect, Nan Zheng is indeed this kind of person, and an exception among notorious thieves.

"Hello?" Da Fan answered the phone quickly, then smiled:
"Mr. Nan, is everything settled?"

"That's about enough." Nan Zheng picked at her ear, and seeing that the shouting had just stopped being annoying, she stepped on Bei Mi's throat again, causing him to suffocate repeatedly.

He couldn't say a word.

“Business and various locations, you can come and talk to me now,” Nan Zheng said.

“Where is the location?” Dafan asked.

"The old headquarters of the motorcycle gangs."

“I understand,” Da Fan said after a moment’s thought. “I just heard screams… Mr. Nan, you didn’t just take care of Che Baoshan and his gang, or even wipe them out completely, and then you immediately called me, did you?”

“You guessed right,” Nan Zheng said with a smile.

"Mr. Nan, most people don't have such ruthless methods as you. I'm starting to admire you."

"Oh, right." Nan Zheng glanced at Bei Mi, who was covered in blood, and slapped her forehead.

"I have someone here, who should be your faction's mortal enemy. Do you want him?"

"Who?" Dafan asked again, though he already knew the answer in his heart.

"Bei Mi, Jiang Tianyang's backer."

The Great Brahma's secret passage was indeed true.

He had guessed from the beginning that Nan Zheng had probably captured Bei Mi alive, and then, after settling all the businesses previously owned by Jiang Tianyang, she would come to him to transfer them.

Now it seems that it is indeed the case.

Similarly, Dafan's scalp also felt a little numb.

He never expected Liang Zheng to be so bold, daring to even mess with warlords.

This guy brought Hong Kong's lawlessness to Thailand.

"I have no use for Bei Mi," Da Fan said after a moment's thought.
"But my friends, they might come in handy... Let's keep them for now."

"I'll go over and take a look first."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Nan Zheng said casually, then hung up the phone.

After making that call, things were almost settled.

As for Bei Mi's private soldiers...

He was never afraid.

Bei Mi isn't dead yet, is she? If she's not dead, that means she's still useful!

Since Nan Zheng planned to sell all her Thai businesses and then leave to live a carefree life, she naturally didn't have many concerns.

Gails also received a call, exchanged a few hurried words, and hung up. His expression was somewhat unpleasant. He stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Nan, there's something outside..."

"There's an army, right? I know." Nan Zheng took a drag of her cigarette, her tone still calm and indifferent.

"Don't worry, this time, it will be just like before, all will be fine."

"Just wait and see."

"Really?" Gails was somewhat incredulous, yet inexplicably believed it.

Because Nan Zheng needs to calm down.

"Of course it's true. We're good brothers, why would I lie to you?" Nan Zheng smiled and let go of Bei Mi's foot, allowing him to catch his breath, before sitting back down on the sofa.

He grabbed Gails' neck, grinning from ear to ear.

"By the way, it's still early. How about we order two Golden Lion King games and play them together?"

"The clash of blood and flesh must be incredibly exciting!"

Gails stared at Nan Zheng in disbelief.

Blood is flowing like a river right now, and you still have the mood to have sex?

How do you train such mental fortitude?

“I’m fucking impressed, Mr. Nan,” Giles couldn’t help but say.

Nan Zheng burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)