At the conference table, the leader of the Tomahawk party, Gabrires, looked around, watching the different reactions of each subordinate, and his face was very flat.

Gabrireth has a baby face, a height of 1.85 meters, which is very ordinary in a large country in Russia, and even his appearance is not outstanding at all, with a slightly white face, slightly long hair, and a thin body.

Who would have thought that with such an ordinary appearance and a thin body would contain so much energy, the highest-level berserker in Russia's history is this skinny hairy boy who will not be outstanding in the crowd even yet.

The fact is also the same, there are tens of thousands of gangs and gangs all over the country in Russia, everyone wants to be on top of the throne, they all want to be the leader, but if they don't have the strength, who will obey you? In other places, in other countries, maybe a gang leader has some tricks and can control the overall situation, so good, he can reluctantly be a leader, or he is also a real military advisor, but here, it doesn't work!

Maybe other countries' fists are outdated, but the gangsters here have always followed the law of the iron fist, whoever has a hard fist will be on the throne, and the strong who have continued through history are respected, and they have not changed here.

Gaburreth is the most respected powerhouse since the Russian Tomahawk and the underworld, and the energy that erupted after his madness was a little overwhelming even for the Dark Chairman.

In fact, this is also well-founded, a long time ago, seventeen-year-old Gabrires once went to the Dark Forest alone, and it is said that he fought with the most personal bodyguard of the Dark Chairman, as for the result, no one knows. Some people said that they were tied, and some said that the shadow bodyguard of the dark chairman lost, anyway, there is no evidence in the public opinion.

Gabrireth watched as the gang of outlaws drank the large glass of vodka on the table, some with disdain, some with anger, and even more angrily, all of them were a little dazed before the meeting began, scolding the Dark Council for not being a thing, bastards and so on.

Satisfied with his subordinates' reactions, Gabrirez snapped his fingers, and the messy hall fell silent, and the young party leader picked up the strong vodka on the table and motioned for everyone to raise their glasses, and then took the lead himself and walked down his throat.

After everyone got up and drank the vodka, Gabrireth grinned and said, "What should you do, are you under pressure?" ”

A big guy in charge of the supply of arms to some countries in Eastern Europe staggered to his feet, and one of the people who scolded him just now was him, who seemed to hate the chairman of the dark board of directors, and stabilized his body, this big guy said: "Party leader, it's not that there is pressure, it's that these bastards hiding in the shadows don't take our tomahawks in their eyes at all, and they don't put you in the eyes of the party leader, thinking that we are afraid of them?" What a joke! ”

Many bigwigs nodded in agreement, and the scene was chattering non-stop, yelling, screaming one after another, and it seemed that the meetings of the Tomahawk organization generally did not have much discipline and were left to play.

Gabrires spread his hands and laughed, "Isn't this enough?" Let's all disperse! ”

Many bigwigs looked at each other, staring at each other, not knowing what to do next, the reason why everyone got together was to discuss countermeasures, right? Even if you're not afraid of those ground rats, you have to be on guard, why aren't the party leaders worried at all!

Seeing that the subordinates had not yet dispersed, Gabrireth cleared his throat and shouted: "The sky has fallen, there is support, let's not talk about this matter today, I know in my heart, I said it is over!" ”

Such a simple shout contained the energy of Gabrireth's madness, which suddenly made a group of bigwigs who were not berserkers unable to parry and swayed from side to side. Everyone also knew that the party leader was angry, so they all left the conference room with their heads down.

In less than a minute, Gabrires was the only one left in the conference room, and even his henchmen and his bodyguards were all cleared out by him, and the spacious hall was silent at this time.

Gabrireth looked left and right, frowned slightly, and slowly sat down on the chair, then stretched out his right hand and touched his chest, his face was a little painful, his expression was a little dazed, and after the pain was slightly relieved, he said to himself: "I really didn't expect such a thin body to have so much energy, hey, the world is really not big, it is not small." The civilization inherited by the Chinese people for 5,000 years is really not built! ”

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On the Russian passenger plane to the capital, there were two handsome young men sitting in the front row of the upper class, one was a Western man dressed as a blonde and blue-eyed Western standard aristocrat, and the other was an Oriental evil man with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin.

The two talk and laugh, just like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, very intimate, and the transnational friendship is really reflected in the two people, even if the brothers don't seem to be as friendly as the two of them together, so talkative.

The oriental man played with the ZIPPO lighter, his smile was kind and very friendly, and even the flight attendant who served on the side was fascinated and her heart was pounding.

"Arthur owes you a favor this time, oh no, I can't say that, I don't even know how many times I owe you a favor." The Oriental man shook his head and smiled bitterly as he spoke, feeling guilty in his heart for the Western aristocrat in front of him who met in Pingshui and was also a rival in love. Because people help themselves too much, regardless of companies, organizations, etc., there is a figure of him. And this guy still spares no effort to devote himself wholeheartedly, regardless of returns.

These two people are none other than Yufeng and Arthur, and the place they went hand in hand this time was Russia, and the person they went to find was the leader of the Tomahawk party, Gabrires!

Arthur's smile is brighter, he has been cultivated in the aristocratic circle since he was a child, and his grasp of the balance of smile and conversation is not an ordinary standard, if the demeanor of the wind just now fascinated the flight attendant, then Arthur has the appearance of a Westerner's standard aristocracy, and directly let the flight attendant touch her chest to suffocate.

This may be the characteristic of many women in China who worship foreign charm, who can say that the wind is not gentlemanly enough?

"Hey, I just let you owe me, you owe me a girlfriend, and I won't be able to pay it off in this life, if it weren't for you Lu Hui, you would be a member of our family!"

Arthur said casually, but in fact, he was very focused, it seems that he has always had a mustard in his heart, but for the Oriental man Yufeng, he doesn't know what's going on, he can't have a little hatred, and he unconsciously wants to help him, what is this called?

"I said you still kicked your nose in the face, didn't you? Believe it or not, brother is beating you up now?"

Yu Feng looked at Arthur with bad intentions, and suddenly made this guy who had some gentlemanly demeanor just now feel cold, those rumors are not false, but the living people were skinned by the people in front of them, and they killed thousands of people alone!

"Hehe, don't talk nonsense with you, do you think Gabrireth is reliable?"

Not joking with Arthur, the wind resists and gets down to business. For this trip to Russia and the Royal Wind Society, he said that he was grateful to Arthur, because Arthur had become a traitor temporarily.

In fact, the underworld organization in charge of Arthur, like other gangs, received letters from the Dark Council, but Arthur did not consult with anyone, and rushed to Huaxia non-stop and told Yufeng about the matter.

When Yu Feng found out, he was secretly frightened, he didn't expect Huang Yufeng's movements to be so fast, and he really connected with the Dark Council.

At that time, Arthur told Yufeng about the well-known Tomahawk and the Dark Council of the old gang, and this is how the two went to Russia together.

When Windwind said Gabrires, Arthur smiled wryly and said, "What do you think?" Oh my God, the most powerful berserkers have been abused by you, and they are all internal injuries as you say, and it happens that bad people worship the strong, and more importantly, Gabrireth just looks at the Dark Council unpleasantly, what do you say? ”

"Hehe, I hope so!"

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Underground organizations all over the world have moved when they hear the news, some want to reap benefits, some want to occupy territory, some want to fight for new energy, and some want revenge. The most is for the Dark Council's order! To be honest, this organization really has the meaning of an order, and the clouds move in all directions!

The mafia, hell angels, the Chinese Youth Gang, the Vietnam Gang, the skinheads, the Brotherhood and other world-famous gangs all moved, some slowly settled in China, some were tightly arranged in the periphery, and the final spearhead was all pointed at the red dust of China.

R country, in the base of Yakuzha, the ancestor of Yamaguchi Jingyi, who was tortured to death by the wind, looked at the letter gloomily, and after reading it, his momentum immediately changed, and he was more than eighty years old, his body was erect, the bones of his body crackled, and he waved his hand to the back, and in less than a second, a special ninja shrouded in black tights appeared behind him.

This Yakuza elder's eyes were full of hatred, and the corners of his mouth were inadvertently bitten bloodshots, and he said in a deep voice: "Since the Dark Council is willing to intervene, then let them give me justice and organize people to set off for Huaxia!" ”

As the originator of the ninjas of the country R, the helmsman of Iga-ryu also issued an order, and the ninjas of Iga-ryu were quickly mobilized and set off for Huaxia.

Mohr of the Gambino family in the United States smiled and nodded: "It's almost time, head to Huaxia!" ”

The leader of the Huaqing Gang, Tan Liangce ignored the opposition of his deputy Qiu Tianrui, and insisted on going his own way, and finally he waved his hand, regardless of whether his subordinates agreed or not, and said: "Our wealth is here, return to China, and fight!" ”

And there's another gang that does the exact opposite of them!

That gang is the most populous organization in the world, and he is Hongmen!

The Hongmen is not a vassal of the Dark Council, but the organization has been growing rapidly, spreading all over the world.

In fact, their biggest reliance is very simple, that is, the mysterious dragon protection clan, once Zheng Chenggong established the Hongmen and handed it over to his subordinates to take care of, and at that time, the head of the dragon protection clan was also friendly with Zheng Chenggong, so half of the Hongmen also obeyed this mysterious family. Over time, Hongmen became a vassal of the Dragon Protector Clan, otherwise a Chinese gang would have been inherited for hundreds of years, who would believe it? There has always been the shadow of the Dragon Protector Clan here, and with this giant protecting it, Hongmen can't collapse if he wants to!

Hongmen's dragon head is already over the age of six, this time he can come to Huaxia Hong Kong, it is for the dark council's order, although he did not receive that order, but this dragon head's connections are not covered, this is not secret news, it is easy for him to find out.

Sun Liangji, the head of the Hongmen Dragon, sat on a wooden chair in an old state, holding a dragon head crutch made of special materials in his hand, and his appearance of not being angry and arrogant made Xiang Hua, the helmsman of the Hong Kong Triad, involuntarily lower his head and did not dare to look at him directly, although he did not make a mistake.

Sun Liangji is not an ancient martial artist, but the momentum on his body is very similar to that of an ancient martial artist, his tone is indifferent, but it is shocking.

"Ah Hua, no matter what, as long as the underworld of other countries has any changes in Huaxia, act immediately, and I will send you a steady stream of elites from Hongmen, even if you use people to fill the battlefield, you can't let them be unfavorable to Hongchen! Do you understand? ”

Xiang Hua trembled and agreed, raised his hand and touched his forehead, a handful of sweat.