Time flies, time changes.

It has been a few months since the safe return from Vietnam, the weather is gradually getting colder, and there are many more pedestrians wearing down jackets on the streets of Hong Kong Island, and the New Year is approaching.

But the Philippines, which is thousands of miles away, is still sunny, and compared to summer, it is just an extra coat.

In the eastern part of Luzon, Manila, the largest city in the Philippines.

On the east bank of the Bashi River, a villa mansion in the middle of the mountain.

In the antique study, a middle-aged man with a big back and a handmade Italian suit is painting, and on rice paper, a colorful tiger is roaring on the rock, lifelike.

From the appearance alone, you can't tell at all that this middle-aged man with considerable painting attainments is actually the largest and most powerful local gangster - Wang Shan.

"Knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door of the study.

Wang Shan was a little displeased, when he was painting, he didn't like others to disturb him.

"Come in."

Wang Shan frowned and said, his demeanor was not angry and arrogant.

"Cluck!" The door was gently pushed open, and a rugged man with thick eyebrows and a nose strode in.

This big man who looks like a primitive man is Wang Shan's righteous son - Fu Rong.

He came to Wang Shan's side and saluted respectfully, "Father-in-law, the scum Xiao Cui, who confessed clues to Lei Zi last time, was caught by us, what do you think of it?" ”

Wang Shan came to the window, and downstairs by the pool, several of his subordinates were beating a man with a blue nose and swollen face.

Wang Shan said lightly: "Follow the rules." ”

After receiving the instructions, Fu Rong waved downstairs.

A group of subordinates who were beating Xiao Cui pushed him into the swimming pool.

Xiao Cui struggled violently for a while, and soon stopped his movements and became a floating corpse.

Wang Shan said: "Ah Rong, remember that the corpse should not be wasted, a large batch of white powder can be transported." At present, the drug investigation is relatively strict, and the use of corpse transportation is the safest way. ”

"Yes! I'll arrange it, father-in-law. Fu Rong nodded in agreement, and then suddenly remembered something: "Father-in-law, the arms we traded with the Tokyo Nisin Gang last time were investigated, and it is suspected that it was caused by internal ghosts. ”

Wang Shan frowned, "What's going on with the bottom?" ”

Fu Rong replied: "We suspect that the newcomer Chen Chao is an undercover Interpol agent sent by the mainland public security, but he is just ...... We don't have conclusive evidence yet......"

Wang Shan's eyes froze, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he said, "You don't need any evidence, just kill him!" It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to spare a single person. ”

Fu Rong kowtowed, "Understood." ”

"Also," Wang Shan smiled, "don't waste his corpse either." ”

"Yes, father-in-law." Fu Rong followed the wicked smile, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in." Wang Shan sat down on the sofa.

Walking into the study, it was a young man in his twenties, wearing a straight suit and tie, although he was quite handsome, but the hooked nose hanging on his face made his handsomeness a little more evil.

He is Wang Shan's only nephew - Wang Biao.

Wang Biao's gaze swept over Fu Rong's face, and he snorted coldly with disdain, didn't hold him, and went straight to Wang Shan, bowed his head and said: "Uncle, our new version of the fake dollar bill has been successfully printed, I brought you the finished product, please take a look." ”

He handed over two identical hundred-dollar bills to Wang Shan, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, can you tell which one is real and which one is fake?" ”

Wang Shan twisted his fingers again, and he saw through the light, and he tossed for a long time, but he really couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Wang Biao smiled triumphantly: "Uncle, this time we really picked up the treasure, the new Chen Boyuan is the master of the Hong Kong Island Song Zihao Counterfeit Banknote Group's royal template, color matching, and carving, and the fake US dollar banknotes produced are the best of the best." If you don't carry a glow stick with you, you won't be able to tell the real from the fake. ”

"En......" Wang Shan was quite satisfied, "Ah Biao, I will give you all the power to counterfeit banknotes." Also, the newly invested Uncle Chen must not treat others badly, we must reuse the really capable people. ”

"I see, uncle." Wang Biao proudly swaggered to the mourning next to him, so angry that the primitive man stared dryly.

"Uncle, if there is nothing else to do, I will go down and get busy first." Wang Biao said.

Wang Shan nodded.

After Wang Biao left, Fu Rong immediately said to Wang Shan: "Father-in-law, I have always been responsible for the counterfeit banknotes, and now you give it to Ah Biao, this is not ......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Shan waved his hand and interrupted him, "Ah Rong, be a man, don't be insatiable." There is a truth that needs to be understood, that is, greedy and chewy. You now have karaoke, nightclubs, and casinos under your name, and you don't have any skills. In the future, there will be white powder things that you need to take care of, and the counterfeit banknote will be handed over to Ah Biao to reduce the burden for you and allow you to better complete the work at hand. Father-in-law arranges this for your own good, do you understand? ”

"I see." Fu Rong sincerely kowtowed and nodded. "Father-in-law, if there is nothing else to do, I will also go down and get busy."

"Yes, go ahead." Wang Shan waved his hand, and after Yoshiko had left, he began to continue his unfinished ink painting.

……

U.S. imperialism, New York.

An Asian-faced man had just bought a wad of counterfeit dollar bills from a sneaky guy when he sneaked out of the alleyway and was caught by a tall plainclothes foreigner.

"Stand against the wall, I'm CIA Mark, and I'm now ordered to search your whole body." Mark pinned the Asian man against the wall and searched him up and down.

The Asian man took advantage of Mark's unpreparedness and suddenly bumped into him, then pulled his legs and ran into the alleyway.

"Oh, FUCK!" Mark was furious and hurriedly pursued after him.

The Asian man was running very fast, and he was about to shake Mark off, when a figure in a red sweatshirt suddenly appeared from the oblique stab, and with a stretch of his right foot, he tripped the Asian man who was running away in a panic and fell to the ground.

"I'm CIA Beatty, you've been arrested, please don't resist again." Beatty said condescendingly, she has the face of an Asian woman, a red sweatshirt on the top, a pair of jeans on the bottom, and a short hair cut very stylishly.

At this time, my colleague Mark also rushed over from behind, and soon found the pile of counterfeit dollar bills from the Asian man's body.

Beatty smiled and asked, "Where did this fake dollar bill come from?" ”

The Asian man flatly denied, "I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"Well," Beattie smiled brightly, "I'll give you a chance, you can fight me, and if you can beat me, I'll let you go." However, if you lose, you have to be honest with me. How is it? ”