Boss Gao seems to have an unusual stubbornness about selling RPGs in the United States, and according to incomplete statistics, this is at least the third time he has recommended it to Huo Bingkun.

"Can be sold to the black community, do you know why Batman's mask has half of his face? He has to let white Americans know that he is white, or he will be shot to death by the police! ”

Gao Jun said with a smile, took a piece of meat dumplings on the table, dipped them in vinegar, stuffed them into his mouth, hummed twice with satisfaction, and continued, "You have to let the blacks fight for their rights and interests with weapons, and you have to let the whites learn to use submachine guns to kill the blacks who try to covet the throne, don't you think this is wealth?" ”

"What do you mean that I am deliberately creating hatred?" Huo Bingkun asked.

"No, no, no, hatred is cumulative, and when the black pastor who was shot at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, violence, assassination, and other means will become the ultimate means for people of color to defend their interests, and if Asians grow in power, perhaps..."

"Tomorrow at the entrance of Chinatown, you can see a military exercise!" Gao Jun said with a smile, "The Nimitz aircraft carrier can fly to land." ”

Discrimination is everywhere.

The poor tried their best to emigrate, but they didn't know that in other places, he was still poor and couldn't change anything.

"What we're going to do is try to keep a low profile, or rather, to make the network more complicated, and you can try to develop some downlines, like black clubs, where they have guns, they're going to do more activities, and black people, the only thing that can tell the difference is whether they should eat or eat." Gao Jun gave him advice.

Huo Bingkun could hear the strong discrimination against blacks in the other party's tone.

Even in my heart I doubted.

"Has he ever been ravaged by blacks?!"

Otherwise, why is there so much resentment?

"They don't have that much money to buy weapons." Huo Bingkun frowned, "There are only a handful of black communities that can become a climate in San Francisco. ”

"Then you rent them weapons and let them go and get the money, and they'll have a way, won't they?"

"In this way, we will be arrested!"

"Really? What crime? Gao Jun didn't care at all, "The biggest advantage of paying attention to the law in the United States is that it gives those poor people the opportunity to understand their mistakes, and gives the rich people the opportunity to find someone to scapego, I heard that every day in the San Francisco court lawyers find more legal loopholes than bullet holes on black people." ”

"It's a big deal to live in another place for two days, and you can't be released, and when you come to the United States, haven't you discovered its characteristics? The smell of dollars wafted through the air, too. Gao Jun took a deep breath, his face intoxicated.

Huo Bingkun nodded slowly, "You can try..."

"In two days, there will be a batch of RPGs about 8 and 10 shells on the Mexican border, in a slaughterhouse in Tijuana, you can pick it up, this batch will be sent to you first, we will first test the market demand, by the way, this time don't leave the goods in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Sacramento, Santa Clara, these are all needed."

"Thank you, Mr. Gao, then I'm not welcome, I'll replace water with tea, I toast you with a cup."

"I'm rich and everyone makes money together, but no matter how awesome we are, we can't compare to the White House gang of money printers, and people use Franklin to wipe their butts."

Huo Bingkun laughed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a little brother walked in very nervously, looked at Boss Gao, hesitated, and was about to bow his head to talk to Huo Bingkun, so he waved his hand, "These are all brothers here, what can't you say?" ”

The younger brother nodded, "Master Tong is dead!" The San Francisco community elders opened at the big hotel (funeral home) in the evening, asking the leaders of various associations in Southeast Asia to be present, Myanmar, the Philippines, Vietnam and other prefixes have sent people, and they asked Brother Kun to go by name! ”

"It's not good." The younger brother said very cautiously.

Huo Bingkun raised his eyebrows on the right side, and looked at Gao Jun, "These old immortals like to be lively, they are all about to enter the coffin, and they are still so noisy." ”

"Still, their words are quite heavy."

"What? Scared? Gao Jun smiled and said, "Then kill them, no, kill and live, it has nothing to do with me as a businessman, I don't recommend you to fight, make money in harmony, you look at Mexico Quintero, integrate all the forces, let everyone get rich together, you can earn tens of billions of dollars from the United States every year, they are all bad guys, you have to think, why can he be so crazy." ”

"Make a condition they can't refuse!"

"At such an old age, there are always a few sons and grandchildren, they should also be very concerned, Asians care most about their bloodline, you can take the children to the amusement park to play." Gao Jun seems to be making a "moderate" suggestion.

But Huo Bingkun understood it at once.

I can't move, I can't move your family?

"I see."

Gao Jun said in a teachable tone, "That's right, fighting and killing is not the royal road after all, if you want to be a big brother, you have to be virtuous and respectful!" ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch, "Okay, I have to go back to dinner, my cousin made pigeon soup." ”

Huo Bingkun immediately got up and pushed his little brother away, "Mr. Gao, let's go together at night." ”

Gao Jun glanced at him and groaned, "Bring more people, don't learn to be a fool to go to the meeting alone, a hundred is not too little, two hundred is not too much, the guy has enough things, I'm afraid that when the time comes, someone will be unstable." ”

"I understand."

"Then you eat slowly, I'll go first."

Huo Bingkun sent him downstairs and watched Gao Jun leave.

"Brother Kun, you don't have to be so polite...", some younger brothers muttered.

"You know what a fart, the condoms you buy now are all earned from him, am I being polite to him? I'm polite to bills. Huo Bingkun paused, "Moreover, I have a hunch that his business will do a lot!" ”

"Hunch? Boss, do you still believe this? ”

"My mother dreamed, believe it or not!"

……

Gao Jun is ambitious!

He just said a Quintero, and he wanted to make the entire San Francisco Asian community work for him, just like he did.

What is it called?

Positioning: Precise customers!

Gang fights in San Francisco in 1989: 667.

On average, more than two per day.

Of course, there is no way to compare with the first-line "big brothers" like San Diego, New York, and Detroit, and their main business is to eat, wait for death, and shootouts.

How many societies are there in the United States?

Close to 40,000!

The battles between cities are often bloodier, and Gao Jun intends to use San Francisco as his dumping ground.

Those group members like Huo Bingkun are their own downlines or workers.

Isn't it good to make money while lying down?

"Boss, Mr. Nie." Victor, who was sitting in the co-pilot, suddenly spoke, and Gao Jun looked outside and saw Nie Zhenbang, Wu Wenwen, Lan Jieying, and the man who looked like an agent.

Several people walked side by side into a watch shop.

"What are they buying watches for? Stop the car. Gao Jun shouted, opened the window, and screamed, Nie Zhenbang turned around, smiled on his face, trotted over, and pressed his hands on the car, "Cousin." ”

"You're going to buy a watch?"

"It's my dad's birthday in two days, and I want to buy him a present."

Gao Jun suddenly realized, pushed open the door and got out of the car, "Uncle cousin's birthday?" That's to be well prepared, let's go in and have a look. ”

Sometimes the birthdays of the older generation, they don't say it themselves, how many juniors remember?

"Mr. Gao!" Wu Wenwen waved excitedly when she saw him.

Gao Jun nodded at her and looked at Lan Jieying next to him, "Miss Lan, I see you again, your hairpin is very beautiful." ”

"Thank you." Lan Jieying said with a polite smile that in her acting career, she has heard this kind of praise a lot.

"You girls are here today, help us with the staff officers, go, go in and have a look." After Gao Jun finished speaking, he took the lead in walking into the watch store.

The store is large, with several counters separated, and you can see common and luxury brands.

"Welcome, sir, what do you need to see?" A blonde-haired saleswoman came over and asked, but her eyes swept over the clothes, shapes, and expressions of Gao Jun and the others.

It's called observing.

Being able to accurately assess a guest's purchasing power can greatly reduce unnecessary time.

Many luxury cabinet ladies have such skills.

What kind of underwear you wear determines your psychological price, and how much attention can a person who buys underwear so "picky" spend money on other things? (I don't wear it!) ）

"Give the elders a birthday present and show us."

"Okay, please come with me, here are the Nations, Rolex, Omega, perfect for mature men." The saleswoman opened the counter and took out several watches.

Nie Zhenbang and Wu Wenwen were very enthusiastic to go up to see.

It was Gao Jun and Lan Jieying standing behind.

"Miss Lan is coming to San Francisco, is it for tourism?"

"I'm here to perform at the San Francisco Opera, and Wu Wenwen used to be neighbors with my family, and she came to the United States later." Lan Jieying's voice reached people's ears, a little soft, and it tickled the ears.

"That's fate, how are the tickets for the stage play sold?"

"The Americans... I don't really like Asian stage plays, so I wanted to come to Chinatown to promote it. ”

The agent next to her pulled down his sleeve towards her, this scene made Gao Jun see it, and said with a smile, "If you need it, you can find me, don't worry, I will go to see it when the time comes." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Gao."

"When you're out and about, help each other."

When the two were chatting, Nie Zhenbang also picked out, a Rolex worth $6,000, and when he took the gift box, he held it in his hand with joy.

"Cousin, you've picked it out, do you still want to take a look?"

"You buy it, then I can't buy a watch too, Uncle Cousin has two hands, hahaha, when is your birthday, I'll pick it up when the time comes." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"Number 26."

"That's the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, tomorrow Christmas, there will be Santa Claus in Chinatown." Wu Wenwen said.

Christmas...

Gao Jun looked at Ambrera, who nodded lightly at him.

"Pick it, let's go."

As soon as a few people walked out, they heard a loud explosion, boom!

I saw that the gate of a bank diagonally opposite blew up directly because of the shock wave, and took a middle-aged woman walking next to me directly out.

That hangs Robinson. The cards of the Harriet Bank have fallen.

As you can tell from the name, it is a small regional bank.

There are a lot of such banks in the United States.

"Go inside!" Tonikov was in a triangle, guarding several people to retreat into the watch shop, and the employees inside had already sounded the alarm bell, which was linked to the police station.

This is...

Grab a bank!

Gao Jun saw four people getting out of a small car, wearing gray shirts, jeans, black bags, and AK47s, shooting at the security guards.

Kill directly!

Wu Wenwen and the two women couldn't help but scream.

Gao Jun felt that the figures of these people were very familiar.

It seems that when I first came to San Francisco, I met those people at the hotel.

The figure can be seen.

The police station on this street is not far away, after all, it is all luxuries, who would protect the poor?

In the United States, the money of the rich is called money!

The assets of the poor are called... Litter.

Two police cars came quickly.

But these robbers seem to be waiting on purpose.

The two men guarding the doorway, armed with AK strafing, but very methodical, when one of them finished strafing, quickly ducked behind his companion, while the latter moved forward and continued to strafe.

The robber slammed his palm, the magazine dropped, and then quickly took out the spare from the backpack and stuffed it back.

And so on and so forth.

Keep the fire going.

And at this moment, a Patton military off-road vehicle appeared in sight, and I saw the words written next to it: SWAT!

This is similar to a kind of sign of the special police.

It is considered the elite armed system of the San Francisco police system, most of which have been experienced in many battles and dealt with many complex incidents, including the kidnapping of the famous opera house in San Francisco.

"Xiao Zhong, give them a shot!"

The leader looked back and said loudly.

"Okay, Brother Xing, get out of the way!"

One of the gangsters opened the pack behind him and pulled a large amount of fire out of it.

"Grass!!" Gao Jun couldn't help but scold.

The weapons of these bandits are too fierce...

Are you sure it wasn't an attack?

NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU ARE BATTON, HOW CAN YOU BE HEROIC AT 66MM?

You can see the deep horror in the driver's eyes!

Rumble!

A fireball, exploding on the spot.

This combat group was directly scrapped.

"Brother Xing, it's done." At this time, the remaining two gangsters came out of the bank, carrying bags left and right, which were obviously full of dollars.

This...

It's just a no-brainer!

So much money, enough for this small bank to go bankrupt directly.

It is no wonder that bank robberies often occur in the United States.

Even Gao Jun's heart was beating a little fast when he saw it, but more importantly, he was frightened about his own safety, if he encountered such an attack, would he be able to survive?

Will you be killed by the RPG you sold to the United States?

The more money you make in the future, the more powerful and peers you will offend, and even the president of the United States can be assassinated on the spot, will he be spared?

No kidding.

God is not a high surname.

Of course, not surnames for the time being.

He decided to increase his security team, and after buying a house in San Francisco, he must build an arsenal, all of which came from a lack of security in his bones.

Buzz...

Police air support in San Francisco arrived, and a helicopter hovered in the air, and the main task was to track the ground vehicle, and of course it was impossible to strafe the ground.

Are you kidding.

The gangster Brother Xing raised his head and looked, got into the car, and walked away.

"Bandit of the century!" Commander Gao exhaled, said with a cautious expression, and looked at the others, "Are you all okay?" ”

"No... It's okay. Nie Zhenbang was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Feel the bank robbery up close...

It's exciting for everyone.

Gao Jun nodded and hurriedly left this place, but he couldn't sit in the car, it was not simple, for Tonikov, finding a car and building a line was so chaotic anyway.

Who cares but the owner?

"You escort Miss Wu and Miss Lan back to make sure they arrive." Gao Jun faced Alva Road, who was driving.

The latter responded.

Drive out of the danger zone.

"Get in the car." Gao Jun patted Nie Zhenbang, got into the car, and drove towards Chinatown.

It's only a few kilometers from the law firm, and the news is faster than the speed of a car.

When they got home, the neighbors were talking.

It's nothing more than watching the excitement and not thinking it's a big deal.

Of course, there are also people who are worried about the security of San Francisco, who knows if they will come to Chinatown?

This place...

It can be deliberately rendered as a golden place by some media.

If it weren't for some local associations, the black and white associations would have come over a long time ago, of course, this is not called protection, this is called: safeguarding their own interests!

"Do you still have comrades or colleagues in the Soviet Union? I needed a better, professional bodyguard group. Gao Jun grabbed Tonikov and asked before entering the law firm.

"Boss, this should ask Banikles, compared to our GRU, KGB is more representative and professional in this regard."

Gao Jun felt that it made sense and looked at the other party.

Banikles thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "Because of the particularity of the organization, maybe many agents will not retire, but some members who are not seriously involved in secrets will still choose to come out on their own, and in the current Soviet Union, they can only eat depressedly." ”

"Then help me connect with some professionals, I don't need mercenaries, I need security personnel."

The duties of bodyguards and special forces are completely different.

Special forces need to master a lot of combat skills so that they can kill as many enemies as possible on the battlefield. One of the most important meanings of their existence is to protect the country.

As an important part of the armed forces of various countries in the world, the military also focuses on "how to effectively kill the enemy" when training them. It can be said that the special forces are a very sharp knife for a country.

Bodyguards need to have sharp judgment and a sense of crisis so that they have time to react before criminals prepare to attack, and of course, in order to better protect their targets, bodyguards also need to undergo systematic, large-scale physical and combat training.

However, due to the nature of their work, they rarely master the fighting skills that can kill people in a single time, in fact, it should be described as "shield", which is more appropriate.

Of course, this refers to reliable.

There are unreliable ones.

You're going to get two shots.

I have to go back and take a second look.

……

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