There is no nonsense.

Chen Xuan's mind moved, and the three [Bursting Fireballs] suspended behind him smashed towards the booth.

"Boom!"

A loud roar appeared.

Three fireballs the size of a basin exploded in an instant.

The sparks were surging like big waves, and the hot tongues of fire licked everything inside the booth.

"Ahh

When the screams echoed.

It was the moment when the booth was completely filled with orange flames.

The power of [Burst Fireball] should not be underestimated, especially when three of them are detonated together in a relatively small card base, it is no less than three incendiary bombs exploding at the same time.

The flame flow composed of the magic of the fire elemental can be burned by attachment.

When it gets on the body, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bones that is difficult to shake off quickly.

Under such circumstances, after the three powerful [Bursting Fireballs] washed the floor, most of the dozen or so people in the booth suddenly fell down.

The rest was also burned and flesh opened.

The bloodied face screamed.

Smoke was emitting from the entire booth, like a sauna.

Some of the tenacious thugs endured the burning pain and raised their pistols to fight back.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bright orange gunfire flickered in the smoke.

When all the bullets were about to hit Chen Xuan, they would be given a layer of light blue air cover.

That's the effect of the magic skill [Garrison Shield].

Yellow bullets slammed into the shield, and then the visible deformation collapsed.

Finally, it slipped off the pale blue air shield weakly.

It makes a crisp sound when it falls on the tile.

They became the afterglow of the roar of the guns.

After a few dense gunshots, there was a sudden silence in the booth.

In the moment just now, Chen Xuan flashed like a ghost, twisting the necks of the remaining thugs.

Their pistols were stored in the storage compartment.

Save up for two points and get married.

The city of Magdam is now in great demand for mushroom fires.

No matter what kind of gun you have, don't waste it if you can recycle it, and you can find the right ammunition when you bring it to Magdan City.

This habit of being diligent and thrifty is almost becoming Chen Xuan's instinct.

Fortunately, his hand speed was fast enough, and the scene was chaotic enough, and no one cared about what he did.

After those [Bursting Fireballs] were detonated, the entire dance hall was in chaos.

The dancers, the waiters, and the fellows who had come to have fun fled crying and screaming.

I don't know who went off the smoke alarm, and the music suddenly stopped, replaced by a rapid beep.

The flashing laser ball also flashed alternating warning red lights.

The crowd fled in a stumbling crowd down the aisle.

The chaos didn't last long, because everyone ran out.

Only the little gangster Ma Wuyou who laughed madly because of the [Evil Will Pill] was left.

And the little boss in his mouth, Dayi, died under the bombardment of the [Bursting Fireball].

Before he died, he didn't have time to say anything.

The rumor that the villain died from talking too much has been broken, and this Dayi may not know what is going on until he dies.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he knows it or not, Chen Xuan doesn't care.

Dayi and the others usually have fun in the dance hall, and they are also watching the scene.

Every day, take turns sending people out to the nearby snack street or shopping street.

In addition to deterring those businessmen, by the way, it is also to see if there are any fat sheep.

Operations such as blackmailing foreigners are commonplace.

But I didn't expect that the fat sheep didn't eat it today, but it provoked a big bad wolf.

"Alright."

"Take me to the next one."

Chen Xuan hooked the corners of his mouth, and left the place with Ma Wuyou's back collar flashing.

Just four or five minutes after they disappeared.

Naypyidaw's external patrol A sir rushed to this song and dance troupe.

The nearby Dian-Burma police station was also raided by the Qingpa Gang.

Usually speaking, there are hard stubble people who dare to look for trouble here.

If the little boss Dayi is uneven, he just needs to call the police.

Those sirs are their reinforcements.

By the time they stormed the hall, the flames in the booths had reached the ceiling and were spreading, and most of the dozen or so corpses had been burned beyond recognition.

Fortunately, this entire building is the territory of the song and dance troupe.

The previous chaos had scared everyone else in the building away.

Therefore, the raging fire did not affect the idlers, etc.

Only seven or eight bodies could be moved out, and the fire was so big that it was impossible to enter again.

The rising black smoke can be seen even from a dozen kilometers away.

Fire trucks hurried with sirens in their wakes.

But when the flames are extinguished, I'm afraid that all that will be left will be ashes.

At the same time, Chen Xuan was quickly strangling the small leader of the Qingpa Gang.

The spheres of influence of these petty leaders are two or three kilometers apart.

We can take care of each other on a regular basis.

Chen Xuan flashed quickly, coming and going without a trace.

Every time he flashed and left the place, only Ma Wuyou's crazy shouts remained.

Because he didn't know enough about Neibi, Chen Xuan occasionally had to flash a few more times to correct his position.

And with his current physique, it is enough to support hundreds of flashes in a row.

On a regional scale, flashing is truly an incredibly convenient way to move.

This is where the superiority of the means of space movement is revealed.

Whether it is concrete or steel, as long as there is no lead layer, Chen Xuan can directly flash into it.

In such a situation, a rather targeted killing is unfolding in Naypyidaw.

……

Ching Pha Building.

It is located on the busiest new street in Naypyidaw.

Next to it is the Naypyidaw Kuojia Museum.

Not far from is Derby Palace Market, the largest farmers' market in the area.

The lanes here are all amazing two-way ten lanes.

If you want to cross the road, you have to walk more than 100 meters.

More than a decade ago, it was a wasteland.

With Naypyidaw becoming the new capital, construction was in full swing.

There is no need to worry about the problem of planned land for wasteland development.

All roads can be filled to the maximum specifications.

Such a spacious and heroic road is difficult to see in those developed Guo Kerry.

I have to say that this is also a kind of spectacle.

After more than ten years of construction and development, high-rise buildings have been built on both sides of the new street.

The average building height is 30 or 40 storeys.

This level is nothing in super cities such as New York in the Bald Eagle and Tianhai in the summer country.

But it is already a very good business building in Dianmen.

And it is also rare to bring a touch of modern urban atmosphere here.

The translucent deflection glass glows in the sunlight.

At this moment, on the 32nd floor of the Qingpa Building, Qingpa, who had just gotten up, was changing into a big-name casual dress under the service of four maids.

Then wash and brush your teeth in the same way.

Unlike those upstart rich people who like smart homes.

Qingpa is more keen to let the maid serve closely, and this "retro" enjoyment can allow him to experience the joy of wealth.

He looked like a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Ordinary in appearance, neither handsome nor ugly.

If it weren't for pampering, he would have cultivated a calm and noble spirit.

I'm afraid you won't be able to see any difference if you throw this guy into the pile.

While changing clothes, his body can be seen covered with staggered scars and bullet marks.

It is enough to prove that it is only his appearance that is ordinary, not his life.

Qingpa rinsed his mouth with a mouthful of mint water under the maid's waiting.

Then he sat down in the dining room and waited for breakfast to be served.

His skin was slightly darker, but not as striking as the black of the Crist.

And he hasn't fought in the market for many years.

This is all thanks to his forward-thinking vision.

At that time, Naibidu was not the capital of the Dianmeng fungus, and it was also in a state of gangs.

The Qingpa Gang is the upper middle one.

While everyone else was doing the same, he had turned his attention to encroaching on land and property.

At that time, no one knew that Naypyidaw would become the new capital.

The price of land here is far less than that of Yangon, the capital city of the time, and the same is true of prosperity.

What prompted him to do so was pure intuition.

You must know that Dian-Burma and Xia are not the same.

There is no obsession with land and real estate in the hearts of people here.

And the concept of real estate was just beginning to emerge here.

From this point of view, Qingpa's intuition was undoubtedly ahead of his time.

It turns out that all this he did did really changed the trajectory of fate.

After Naypyidaw became the new capital, he was able to quickly cut off some of the industries that he hated and stood out from the many gangs.

By the way, he was favored by a fungus axe boss.

That big guy has the right to bacteria.

And the army was stationed around Naypyidaw.

With this relationship, Qingpa is like a fish in water.

Although a part of the benefits obtained need to be handed over to the thighs.

But it's all worth it.

In this context, the original rival gangs were either annexed by the Qingpa gang, or they were completely subdued and disbanded.

The rest was broken into pieces, occupying sporadic streets, surviving on protection money and the opium trade.

In this regard, Qingpa did not rush to kill them all.

He understood a truth, if the community forces in Naypyidaw were cleaned up too cleanly.

Then his Qingpa gang will become extremely dazzling.

If you use the old saying of Xia Guo next door to describe this line of thought.

Then the water is clear, and there are no fish.

I have to say it's a very smart act.

Bought time for part of the transformation of the Qingpa Gang.

However, out of vigilance in his heart, he still did not completely give up on his subordinates.

Gang societies are a double-edged sword for him.

The younger brother was born and died for him.

And it's not good for him to dissolve directly.

So a part of the original industry was retained to feed those small bosses and thugs.

You must know that Dianmian is a Guo Jia who will face war at any time.

Naypyidaw was sometimes attacked by the Civilian Forces.

And the hundreds of thugs he raised can be transformed into armed private soldiers when necessary.

In addition to the more than 200 people scattered under the command of the small boss, the Qingpa Building also has more than 100 people in the name of the security team.

These are the forces in his plan.

For this purpose, he also obtained a batch of small arms and ammunition from his thighs with considerable expenses enough to arm four hundred men, but he kept them in his hands.

When something is wrong, weapons are issued, and that is four hundred light infantry.

And the various small bosses also have some old guns or pistols and other things.

He didn't care about that.

How can you eat black rice without one or two handfuls of guys by your side?

Qingpa sat leisurely at the dining table, and picked up a few newspapers prepared in advance on the table as usual.

In addition to the local newspapers and periodicals in Dian-Burma, he also reads newspapers in Siam and the surrounding Guojia.

This guy is proficient in four foreign languages, and he learned them all from the wild road.

It is no exaggeration to say that Qingpa is still a bit famous.

Newspapers are one of the ways he learns about the outside world.

Even in Naypyida, he has a stable life and status.

He remained concerned about the situation outside.

Trying to sniff out a change in wind direction.

Reading the newspaper was a habit he had developed over the years.

After reading carefully for a while, at this time, suddenly a subordinate in a black suit walked briskly.

"Boss."

"Something's wrong!"

"Half an hour ago, the barrage on Bally's street was served."

"The fire burned down a building."

"Dayi and his men are all dead."

"And more than a dozen dead bodies were found in the Moda snack street a few hundred meters away, which were said to be soft as if they had been run over by a road roller."

As he spoke, Qingpa's subordinate took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on a picture.

The picture shows the tragic situation in the alley.

Glancing at the picture, Qingpa suddenly frowned.

"What a cruel method!"

Although I don't know how the other party did it.

But this kind of death can only be described as "cruel".

"What do the people at the police station say?"

"Is there surveillance nearby?"

He asked, frowning.

The black-suited man shook his head.

"The people at the police station said that they would have to do an autopsy by a forensic doctor to determine the situation."

"Because they can't understand in their experience what kind of means can cause such injuries."

"There's not enough in that alley for even the smallest car to enter."

"But the injuries of those people looked like they had been hit by a speeding car."

"There wasn't much surveillance nearby, and in the past two years, it has been demolished a lot by Dayi's guy who is in the way."

"At present, the police station has summoned the vendors in the snack street to try to find relevant witnesses."

can be used as Qingpa's personal subordinate, this black suit is not a simple gangster.

The report is justified and well-founded.

"As for the dance hall, Sir only had time to snatch out eight corpses."

"Six of the bodies died of severe burns."

"The remaining two bodies were smashed by external forces."

After listening to the report of his subordinates.

Qingpa's forehead couldn't help but burst into a layer of sweat.

He has an unusually intuitive sense of danger.

This incident gave him a creepy feeling.

And it's weird everywhere.

Although it looks like a fight and a vendetta.

But the way those little brothers died was very weird.

With his knowledge, he couldn't imagine how that kind of death could be caused.

Humans have a limited ability to replenish their brains.

Especially in the framework of a logic based on reality.

It is difficult for them to step out of the cage of thinking and think about those wild possibilities in a divergent way.

This is true even if the truth has long been outrageous to 108,000 miles away.

At this time, Qingpa's expression was grim, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

I'm about to open my mouth to explain something.

The phone in the black suit rang.

……

I wish all book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family

(End of chapter)