74 How many more trump cards does boss have?
No. 3 tilted his head and saw the newspaper section, but he immediately frowned.
âA beauty contest for rare animals?â
third brother knew about this competition. it was organized by shandu entertainment news. it was held once a year in shandu, and this was the fifth one.
However, most of the participants were Uptown ladies and socialites, so it was a small circle.
âBoss, maybe you just came to Shandu, so you donât know much about some things.â
Third brother gave link an out, then continued,âAlthough itâs written that everyone can sign up for this event, itâs mainly targeted at the Uptown ladies and socialites. Itâs considered an event within their small circle, and itâs difficult for outsiders to squeeze in. Itâs just the preliminary registration now, and the finals wonât start until late May.â
â even if we win the championship, the reward will only be 150000 yuan. it wonât be enough to solve our urgent needs. â
Now that the Jack gang had lost their territory, there were no signs of the animals in the basement being sold.
There was still a week before the monthly payment to the White Crane Hall, and the road ahead for the Jack gang would become more and more difficult.
Previously, when boss came back, he confidently said that the Jack gang would be glorious. Third brother thought that boss was confident.
However, after hearing his bossâs suggestion, third brotherâs heart instantly felt as if it had been doused with cold water.
Link took in the changes in his expression, but his expression remained unchanged.âItâs fine, Iâm just using the animal beauty pageant as a stepping stone and taking the opportunity to make the Jack gang famous for their wild animals. right, third brother, arrange for someone to make a copy of an empty room, the bigger the better. i need it. â
third originally wanted to advise him again, but after hesitating for a moment, he couldnât say it. if he said it again, he was afraid that it would make boss hate him, and it would have the opposite effect.
This time, the White Crane Hall was aggressive and had directly grabbed the lifeline of the Jack gang. The boss was still thinking about the animal beauty contest and ignored the depressed mood of his gang brothers.
He was finished, completely finished!
No. 3 pointed at three to five people listlessly.âYou, you, you, and you, come with me to clean up the house.â
The thugs âfaces were also filled with unwillingness, and those who were called out had extremely ugly expressions.
we donât even have a territory anymore. Why are you cleaning up the house now? are you training us to be nannies? â
âIf this continues, we wonât be able to last two months, right?â
when boss Jack was still around, our revenue and expenditure were just at the same level. Now that the territory is gone, itâs bound to collapse. Itâs only a matter of time.
Third brother clapped his hands. alright, stop complaining. It wonât be good if boss hears you. Hurry up and move the things.
Link was in his office. He opened the file and took out all the information.
Many of the hatchet menâs words were crooked, and the strokes were trembling. It could be seen that writing was a very difficult thing for them.
This had to do with the education environment in the slums.
There were schools in the slums, but they only taught the most basic reading and literacy.
The rulers and the nobles did not want people to cross classes, so they had always adopted a policy of pen-farming for the slums.
Two days ago, link had just taken over the Jack gang. Due to external pressure, he had not had time to get to know his brothers in the gang.
Now, he was taking the opportunity to read the files and get to know more about his subordinates.
Because it was previously stated that they had to write their specialties, everyone was racking their brains.
Link glanced at it. Picking locks and stealing were all common. There were also driving and dice rolling.
Link focused on the specialties first. The one that left the deepest impression on him was a young man with the words âventriloquismâ written on it.
this specialty made link shiver, and he memorized the manâs name-quentin.
after a while, third brother knocked on the door and came in with sweat all over his head. â âBoss, the room has been tidied up.â
gather Fu and everyone else to the rest area. I have something to announce.
Link stood up, smoothed the creases on his shirt, and walked out of the office.
Third brother and the other thugs were like frosted eggplants, their heads lowered and listless.
Lin Ke remembered that when he had left the house in the morning, the eyes of the hatchet men had been filled with a brilliant glow. It was the anticipation and yearning for the future.
But now, everyone was listless and stood in line in the rest area.
She was like a doll that could be played with, but also like an emotionless zombie.
Their territory was gone, and white Crane Hall had made their move. Not only did their boss not lead them to counterattack, but they had also been hiding.
They could only watch Jack gangâs âterminally illâ old man die bit by bit, but there was nothing they could do.
A deep sense of powerlessness took root in everyoneâs hearts.
Fu was the last to arrive. He ran back in a hurry, sweating profusely.
âFu, what did you do?â
Link asked curiously as he looked at Fuâs panting face.
Iâm practicing my driving in the alley. Didnât boss tell me to practice properly last night? â
Link crossed his arms, half-sitting at the dining table.âWipe your sweat first and then take out the things in your backpack.â
The Lackey quickly handed over a tissue. Fu simply wiped the sweat off his forehead and took off the strengthening backpack.
âboss, are we just going to leave it here?â Fu pointed at the empty concrete floor.
Third brother and the thugs looked at each other, confused. They didnât know what their boss and brother Fu were talking about.
he didnât know why their boss had gathered them together to show them.
Fu reached into the strengthening backpack, and something fell to the ground.
Everyoneâs eyes were focused on the black pistol on the ground, and soon someone exclaimed.
usp1995 classic semi-automatic pistol! â
âisnât this just a handgun?â The surrounding thugs couldnât help but say.
âThis isnât an ordinary semi-automatic pistol. This is the USP1995 classic model! If it was in the underground black market, this pistol could be sold for 6000 wasteland coins!â
âwhat? Itâs ten times more than what we have?â The thugâs mouth was wide open as he looked at the ordinary looking wasp pistol. He did not expect the price to be more than ten times more expensive than the ordinary one!
â 6000 from the wasteland gang is enough for us to collect protection fees for half a street. â Many of the thugs gasped and lit up.
Fu didnât care much. He didnât care how shocked the men were. He just followed his bossâs orders and took out all the guns in his backpack.
Fuâs enhanced backpack was like a bottomless pit, and the pistols fell out of it.
The thug who knew guns was amazed.
none of the guns brother fu took out from his backpack were common.
âM2000,P29,M1911â¦â¦â
âHiss! The collectorâs edition Colt six-shot revolver, fixed price of 11000 in the underground black market!â
The thug saw the gun fall to the ground and his body trembled.
in his eyes, these were all works of art. it was heartbreaking to see them fall to the ground like this.
Third brotherâs mind was blank. There were already more than a dozen pistols on the ground, but looking at Ah Fuâs posture, it didnât seem like he was going to stop. Instead, he was even more energetic.
Although the others didnât understand, seeing so many guns being taken out of their backpacks, they also became excited.
âYouâre Zhang Ming, right?â Link flipped through the file. There was a guy named Zhang Ming who wrote âgun knowledge.â
Zhang Ming was a little flustered when his name was called. At the same time, he was happy. He didnât expect his boss to know his name.
âBoss, itâs me!â
âSince youâre feeling heartache, then help Fu with the cleaning.â
âAlright!â Zhang Ming couldnât hide the bright smile on his face. To be able to touch his beloved baby with his own hands was simply a dream come true.
zhang ming quickly walked forward and placed all the guns on the floor on the table.
Fu took out the last pistol, patted his hands, and let out a long breath. âIâve already taken out all my pistols!â
Zhang Mingâs eyes lit up as he looked at the dozen or so pistols on the table.
These were simply works of art!
the other thugs âeyes were also shining. boss had gotten so many guns at once. he was clearly going to cause trouble!
âboss, what are you doing?â fu interrupted third brother before he could finish his sentence.
âDonât worry, thereâs still more in the bag.â
All sorts of submachine guns, single-bore grapeshot guns, and assault rifles.
The weapons that Fu took out from his backpack were more powerful, and their shapes were more and more exaggerated.
In addition to the original guns, there were also enhanced versions that had been modified. There were even a few assault rifles that Zhang Ming couldnât name.
When Fu finally came out with the sniper rifle in both hands, Zhang Mingâs mouth was so wide open that a fist could be stuffed in it.
The gazes of third brother and the other hatchet men behind him had gradually turned into that of a dumbfounded statue. Their eyes were dull, and their brains had completely shut down.
Other than the firearms on the table, the capacity of Ah Fuâs backpack made them feel unreal.
âthis, this is the butcher dismemberment suan niâ
Zhang Ming said the name of the sniper rifle with a trembling voice.
8x optical sniper scope, specially customized extended silencer, specially modified length and detachable module setting, hand-sewn rhinoceros skin gun stock, and custom-made high-energy armor-piercing bullet, Pixiu. This gun is completely customized.
âHow much is this gun?â Fu asked curiously.
Zhang Ming shook his head with a serious face. âThe underground black marketâs normal version is also priced at 60000 to 80000 wasteland coins. This one was completely customized, so the price would only be higher! If itâs priced at 100000, Iâm afraid the underground black market will go crazy!â
hiss!
Everyone except link gasped in shock.
A gun worth 100000 Yuan, what kind of concept was that?
Looking at the firearms piled up on the table, it was like a small Arsenal.
most of the guns in the hands of the bouncers were bought from second-hand stores in the underground black market.
The price of a new gun usually fluctuated between 700 and 800 Yuan, while a simple second-hand pistol could be reduced to 300 or 400 yuan.
But the guns on the table in front of him cost at least two to three thousand.
The thugs felt like it was a rare sight for Granny Liu to enter the Grand View Garden.
Oh, right, I forgot. Thereâs still something I havenât cleaned up.
Fu said as he took out four more bulletproof vests from his backpack.
The dazed thugs gradually came back to their senses, and their eyes lit up with the flames of revenge.
F * ck, take this gun.
They even had the courage to go out and fight the other three gangs head-on!
now, move these guns to the room inside. In the future, that room will be our Jack gangâs Armory.
This time, there was no need to make specific arrangements.
As if they had been injected with stimulants, the thugs took the initiative to help move all the firearms and equipment into the room.
On the side, third brother looked at his eldest brother, who had a well-thought-out plan and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He couldnât help but sigh. Boss, how many more surprises and trump cards do you have?
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