Turtle is Chen Wenqiang's collective name for those who don't know the depth and try to make trouble for themselves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAmong them, there are unpleasant associations with the Chinese trade unions in Shanghai, gangs that conflict with Xingyitang, and underworld characters who are not so obedient.

To build an uprising brigade, demonstration and deterrence are one thing; Thunder strikes, bloody threats are another tough tactic.

In Shanghai, an industrial chain has been formed around opium, but it is not Chen Wenqiang who can easily cut off the forbidden orphans. There are rogue organizations that steal **, headed by the head of the old water worm "Fan Gaotou"; There are also thieves' dens who harbor and sell stolen goods, and one of the leaders is Ma Dekuan. He has a lot of apprentices under him, specializing in collecting, harboring and selling stolen goods, and the gathering place is in the "Golden Silk Niang Temple" near the wharf on Dongchang Road on the other side of Pudong. The ** stolen by the old water worms from the water and the dock are almost all unpacked and collected here, and each box of tobacco is worth thousands of yuan.

People related to opium seem to be the main targets of Seven Kills, but to Ma Dekuan's happiness and puzzlement, his name is not on the blacklist released by Seven Kills. Of course, the downturn of Teochew local merchants and the death of Fan Gaotou had a great impact on his business. But despite this, relying on the previous accumulation, Ma Dekuan felt that he could still support it.

It's a pity that he is not on the blacklist, which does not mean that Seven Killings has forgotten him. A letter asking him to meet made Ma Dekuan feel frightened and panicked, and he didn't go to the appointment until he figured out the intention of the Seven Kills. And the blow came so suddenly, violently and terrifyingly.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the air shook, and the walls of the house shook and collapsed. The rubble crashed down with a loud bang, and the shock wave swept across Ma Dekuan's back like a tsunami, and the rising dust obscured the view.

Ma Dekuan's ears were buzzing, as if thousands of bells were ringing at the same time, and he did not dare to open his eyes or breathe. In the pungent smell of gunsmoke, it took a long time for him to open his eyes.

In his eyes, there were horizontal rafters and wooden beams, pressing on his apprentices, Ma Dekuan just got up, "Poof! There was a muffled thud, and a rafter slammed off the face, followed by a choked cough and screams of pain. The momentary silence was shattered by these gimbled voices.

"This-" Ma Dekuan was stunned, staring blankly at the apprentice opposite, whose face was a thick layer of dust, and his eyes blinked.

Shaking his head, Ma Dekuan wanted to get rid of the buzzing in his ears, and turned his head to look into the room, where billowing smoke poured out like gray waves. An apprentice staggered out of the collapsed room with the empty sleeve of his left arm that had been blown off. There was still a piece of flesh stuck to his blood-stained clothes, and he obviously didn't feel any pain, but he just had a frightened look on his face.

Those who stayed in the yard and those who were pushed out by the air wave struggled to get up, and the injured people who came to their senses rushed to the rescue.

Ma Dekuan was helped up from the rubble, and an apprentice helped him remove the dust from his body. After a long time, his dull gaze became a little angry, and he was helped to walk towards the dilapidated house. There was debris and blood everywhere, and those who didn't have time to escape were killed in the violent explosion, and the huge wave of air smashed the surrounding walls beyond recognition.

Several apprentices were carrying a corpse, and Ma Dekuan walked over and found that it was one of his most capable men. The deceased's head was not blown up because it was blocked by one leg of the table. The pale face and curly beard also looked quite complete.

"Lao Tzu is almost finished!" Ma Dekuan sighed secretly, and a chill rose in his heart in the bloody breath after the explosion.

"Master, this, this is done by seven killings?" An apprentice walked up with a cloth wrapped around his head and blood dripping from his right ear.

acts ruthlessly and does not pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes. One is not to "participate in teaching", the other is not to the bottom, and only care about the killer with his head stuffy, who is not the seven kills? Ma De glanced at the apprentice, and then sighed helplessly and depressedly.

It's just a time when you didn't go to the appointment, can you commit this earth-shattering cruel method? According to the style of seven killings, he didn't take his life this time, but he won't give up easily. In addition to showing weakness and giving in, he still has Ning Ri, can he still be in great trouble and not die?

It seems that he has no other choice but to be obedient. Ma Dekuan's gaze swept towards this piece of ruins. Broken calligraphy and paintings, pieces of clothes, blood and flesh all over the ground, flattened gongs...... All covered with a thick layer of dust.

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Without the support of the government and a vigorous crackdown, it would be impossible to ban opium by individuals or groups.

When cracking down on local merchants and tobacco houses, Chen Wenqiang has clearly understood this. Therefore, he is reducing the harm of tobacco, and at the same time grabbing black gold to continuously inject capital into his industry. Kidnapping and extortion are good, but they are quite troublesome. kidnapping, detaining, handing over ransom ...... These links must be carefully planned, and they must not be sloppy.

Wouldn't it be easier to get the opium dealers to take the initiative to send the money? It may sound like a fantasy, but it can be turned into reality through clever planning. Ma Dekuan, Chen Wenqiang didn't notice it; And the opium * that robbed the local merchants of Chaozhou is not waste, and the combination of the two is a black and black operation.

If Ma Dekuan doesn't give in, Chen Wenqiang will think of another way and find someone else. Ma Dekuan, who had experienced the bomb attack, was obviously not a person who regarded death as his home, and now he took his two apprentices to walk slowly in the wilderness, marching towards the designated meeting place of Seven Killings.

The path winds through the woods, and the shoes sometimes sink into the muddy water, but the apprentice's complaints are stopped by Ma Dekuan's loud voice. Weeds, bushes, and messy piles of rotten wood, and crooked tombstones look eerie and dangerous. The symmetry of life and death is more profound in the vibrant contrast of the surrounding trees and shrubs, and it feels mysterious, not sacred.

Ma Dekuan stood in this place full of dead people, looked around, and his ears seemed to sound a voice of worry and fear, yes, the voice of fear. Since it's a book appointment to meet, presumably the seven killings have conditions to talk about, otherwise it will be over if you kill yourself directly? Therefore, it is estimated that the loss of wealth is inevitable, and there should be no problem with this life, right? He kept comforting himself, trying to pretend to be calm in front of his apprentices.

The rustling sound sounded in his ears, and he couldn't tell whether it was the wind blowing the leaves or the footsteps, and Ma Dekuan's heart was pounding. Then he saw, and saw a man in a black cloth hood suddenly appear like a ghost, holding a gun-like thing in one hand, half on his shoulder, and walking towards this side.

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