Just a few meters from the muzzle of the gun, the heavy motorcycle stopped.

Zhou Qingfeng took off his helmet, stepped on his foot, and there were several more muzzles pointing at his head around him. In addition to the AKM-47 on the opposite side, there were several 'Tokarev-33' units surrounding it.

The tough guy on the opposite side glanced at Zhou Qingfeng a few times, and a few people ran out of him to the mouth of the alley to watch, and the report on the walkie-talkie said that there was no other movement.

"Decrepit boy, you don't look like a bad guy, what are you doing here with us?" The sturdy guy used Vietnamese first, then Cantonese, and finally a few words of English swearing.

A man with a gun came up and searched his body. Zhou Qingfeng pushed the other party's hand away with a palm, "It was you who provoked me and forced me to come to you." ”

After speaking, Zhou Qingfeng pushed away the muzzle of the other party's leader, wiped the other party's shoulder, and walked into the iron room.

"You don't pay much attention to protecting intellectual property. Or maybe you don't have that concept at all. Piracy or something, I really hate it! ”

The printing press inside the tin room was always working. Pirated comics are piled up next to the machine. Flip it over, the paper is poor, the paint is dull, and the genuine version of Tianyang Printing Factory is completely incomparable.

But this thing actually grabbed the genuine market. There are always some people who will choose cheap goods, but this has greatly affected the income of 'Holy Light Entertainment'.

Comics can be pirated, and videotapes can be transcribed. The latter's profits are higher, and Zhou Qingfeng does not allow others to get involved - whoever dares to steal business will be killed!

But what surprised Zhou Qingfeng was not the pages that kept turning out on the cylinder of the printing press, but a number of trade documents on a table.

The documents are all handwritten, Latinized in Vietnamese.

Behind the desk is a rattan chair, where the Vietnamese leader of the tin house works. When Zhou Qingfeng came, he sat on the rattan chair and grabbed a few bills.

The Vietnamese in the house were extremely annoyed by Zhou Qingfeng, who appeared rashly, and they were even more angry that this young man was not only not afraid of himself, but also messed with the documents on the table.

"Bad guy, touch my stuff again, and I'll blow your head off. Who the hell are you? "The Vietnamese leader has never seen Zhou Qingfeng who is not afraid of death. He tried to retrieve the manuscript that had been flipped over.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand slightly, avoided the other party's palm, and asked, "Are you in the rice business?" Vietnamese rice? Anyway, I also want to buy some food. ”

Southeast Asia has good hydrothermal conditions and fertile soils.

Rice in Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand and other places is harvested three times a year. Crop exports have always been an important means of obtaining foreign exchange for these countries.

At present, the level of agricultural cultivation in China is not high. Whether it is improved seeds, pesticides, fertilizers, agricultural machinery, although the growth is rapid, but it is far from enough.

As for HK, grain is basically imported from outside.

Judging from the manifest, these Vietnamese made a small amount of money by selling rice.

If you think about it carefully, Southeast Asia's industrial capacity is worse than China's, and it is close to China, so it is a natural dumping ground for low-end industrial products and a place for purchasing agricultural products.

However, Southeast Asian countries have been following Eagle Sauce for a long time, and the market is occupied by foot basins and southern sticks. The rabbit didn't even drink a few sips of soup, let alone eat meat.

After all, it took 88 years to fight a naval battle of Chigua Reef with Yue Monkey - twenty or thirty years later, the public knowledge also ridiculed the martyrs who did not commemorate the 'sacrifice' of the naval battle in China on the Internet.

Damn, I just lost an arm in this naval battle, where did the martyrs come from?

But ......, that's not the point of handwritten documents on the desktop.

"Jakarta, Manila, Bangkok, Osaka, Hanoi, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Taipei, Seoul." According to the text on the document, Zhou Qingfeng read out a series of ports and cities in East Asia.

"Oh my God, there's a huge trade network, hidden underground smuggling lines, and it's worth a lot. You Vietnamese did it?

No, not quite like that. You lost dogs don't have that power. This should be a network of gangs and forces in various places. That's exactly what I need for a network. ”

Zhou Qingfeng did it too steadily, and the Vietnamese leader was annoyed and angry, and pulled the bolt to open the safety, and the AKM in his hand pointed at his head.

But as soon as the muzzle of the gun was raised, a huge force was pulled in the hands of the Vietnamese leader. His hand holding the gun was in severe pain as if it had been struck by lightning or overpowered.

The finger that pulled the trigger could not be released, and with a thud the bullet was fired, and a shot was fired into the roof of the tin house.

Hearing the gunshots, the Vietnamese horses who followed behind were fierce, and they raised their guns to aim, about to shoot the inexplicable young man to death.

didn't wait for them to pull the trigger, Zhou Qingfeng only sighed......

Outside the iron door, the sound of separation and reorganization of mechanical parts rises and falls suddenly.

In an instant, the heavy-duty 'Jialing' motorcycle turned into a standing machine and turned into a two-meter-tall humanoid machine and rushed into the tin house.

The Vietnamese in the room were all facing away from each other, and they were unsusceptible to the sudden change. I saw the tall mechanical magic queen's hands turn into the barrels of guns, and a series of gunshots exploded.

Several bullets pierced the back of the Vietnamese horse's head, splattering bones and blood, and smearing the brain.

This is a structural transformation that Arcie can only accomplish in the real world, transforming between a heavy motorcycle and a humanoid machine. As she continues to evolve, her combat effectiveness grows stronger.

The sudden gunshots rang out far and wide, and could be heard in nearby neighborhoods.

The warblers on the street were frightened and fled in all directions, and the nearby residents closed their doors and windows tightly, not daring to make a noise.

The Vietnamese leader, whose fingers ached sharply, slammed down at the sound of gunfire, and when he looked back, he saw a picture he had never imagined in his life—a humanoid machine staring at his head.

"Master, are you going to kill him?" Arcie asked.

The Vietnamese leader breathed a 'ho-ho' rattling breath from his mouth, and his head was covered with sweat.

Zhou Qingfeng searched the desktop and rummaged through several drawers, except for a few grenades, there were only a few hundred documents.

"A bunch of poor people who don't have oil and water." Zhou Qingfeng threw the grenade to Arcie, "This thing may be of some use to you, but it is of little use to me." ”

The American-style M26A1 grenade was widely used by the U.S. military during the Vietnam War.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't need it at all.

Arcie regained the shape of her palm with one hand, and after taking the grenade, she also shook her head and said, "Unless you want to fight someone, master, I won't need this thing." ”

After taking a look around the tin house, it was finally determined that the Vietnamese were really poor. So they can't even steal pirated copies, and the 'eco-friendly' comics they make can only be bought at a low price.

This is a serious disruption to the market!

"Blow up the equipment here." Zhou Qingfeng put away all the documents and threw them into the air. Sophia's shadow emerges, and a 'scholar's touch' contains all the information in the receipt.

With this information, the 'Holy Light' will replace the Vietnamese and embed a ready-made underground trade network.

As for the printing factory in the tin house, Zhou Qingfeng only smashed a piracy den by himself, and finally recovered the subsequent losses.

"By the way, I blew this guy up too."

The grenade 'ding' on Alsie's fingertips popped out of the safety loop.

The Vietnamese leader saw the mechanical magic queen, saw the phantom of the book, and went insane. But the pre-detonated grenade still pulled his mind back, and he raised his hand and shouted, "Stop, don't kill me." I am willing to surrender. ”

The grenade was thrown, and Arcie blocked the iron doorway, blocking a heavy shield in front of her. Shumei left with Zhou Qingfeng.

The flames burst out, and the iron-clad house swelled and collapsed. The underground printing house was blown up and in a mess.

With a loud bang, the glass windows of the surrounding streets and alleys shattered. Hundreds of families felt the devastating blow.