Chapter 529

However, the management of Chinatown is too loose and weak. This is an opportunity to rise. How can I let it go.

After occupying Chinatown, I will kill the dragon club and go back to Southern California. Those big guys will queue up to see me.

The warm sunshine, the beaches and the blondes in Southern California are waiting for me. I'll go back.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

He took a sip of red wine gently, and the mellow taste made his stomach burn again.

Money and beauty, Wall Street and Broadway, New York. I'm here tonight. Let's watch the fireworks in Chinatown.

He gulped down the red wine in his glass.

"Just burn the Hongmen headquarters. Don't let the shops in Chinatown get involved. Let them go. The fire is too big. You'll see it in Manhattan. The big guys on Wall Street and the famous stars on Broadway can't be handled by Sheriff Lockes."

At the same time, Chen Hannan and his team members, Andre, were nervously preparing. They finally intruded into the computer network system of the French Army intelligence department and sent all the information about the Vietnamese in the foreign mercenaries. He watched carefully.

In the photo, Wu Chenglong is the new leader of the Vietnamese gang. He has a fresh face. However, the introduction later gives Chen Hannan a fright.

Wu Chenglong, a retired second lieutenant of the 308 infantry division of the former elite troops of the Vietnamese army, took part in the battles between Laoshan and fakashan and the Chinese troops. After his retirement, his whereabouts were unknown for seven years. Later, he joined the French foreign mercenaries through Nepal and participated in many French overseas Wars.

In the first Gulf War against Iraq, codenamed "Desert Storm", he was promoted to the commander of the fourth foreign mercenary sharp knife battalion, which was mainly composed of Vietnamese and Nepalese, for his outstanding performance. He was good at special operations, enemy's rear line operations and machine cooperation.

In Africa, he participated in several French led military operations to overthrow the current regime, and organized and led coups, assassinations, explosions, subversions and other special operations.

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This is a strong opponent. No wonder Hongmen suffered a loss. Chen Hannan frowned at the ten page personal data of Jackie Wu.

"What's going on with scar?" Chen Hannan turned his head.

Andre, who was operating on the computer, raised his head in a hurry. "Boss, I'm waiting. Rox hasn't come out yet."

Chen Hannan looked at his watch and found that it was more than eight o'clock in the evening. Jackie Wu would start at any time.

Hongmen, which is mainly Chinese, can't let horse faces bring people here and give them control. It's not easy to sing.

I don't know what's going on with President Du's arrangement. There's no news coming from him.

Chen Hannan can only wait now.

Jackie Wu moved.

A black Benz S600 car drove into Chinatown and stopped 20 meters away from Hongmen headquarters. The car stopped in a dark corner and turned off its lights. No one came down from the car.

A car drove by. Under the illumination of the headlights, I couldn't see the inside of the Mercedes Benz. The windows of the Mercedes Benz were covered with dark film.

At the gate of Hongmen headquarters not far away, there are several young people in black windbreaker. They have some drums around their waists, obviously with guys. They are watching the vehicle parked on the side of the road with vigilance.

One young man tried to come and was stopped by another. "Don't leave the gate. It's duty."

The young man was still a little uneasy. He flashed a flashlight and then went back. From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the car.

Sitting in the car, Ruan Zhonglou looks at the brightly lit Baxian restaurant ten meters away. The restaurant is full of people.

He turned his head and looked at the heavily guarded Hongmen headquarters not far away. He took out his phone.

"Chinatown bureau? I want to call the police. There's a fight at Eight Immortals Restaurant on Kennedy Avenue in Chinatown. Yes, hurry up... "

Ruan Zhonglou hung up and waited quietly with a smile on his face.

After a while, a car came whistling and whistling, stopped in front of the door of Baxian restaurant, and walked down two people.

The two men pulled out the pistols at their waists, looked inside the window outside the door, pushed the door and walked into the Eight Immortals Restaurant.

"Ha ha..." Ruan Zhonglou made a laugh. He watched people go in, turned his head and looked at Hongmen.

The young people at the gate of Hongmen headquarters disappeared and hid.

The people who were eating in the Eight Immortals Restaurant were surprised to see the two people who came in, two people with guns in their hands, and all the people who were eating stopped.

"Nothing, nothing, please continue to eat." Man John waved at the crowd and put away his gun.

"Where's the boss? Is the boss there? " He stopped a waiter.

"Restaurant boss, what's the matter with me?" A Chinese came over from behind the counter, smiling with him.

"Did you have a fight here just now?" John turned on the law enforcement recorder, and hooker took out his notebook and began to record."No, sir." The boss is a little confused about people's questions.

"Oh, is there another Eight Immortals Restaurant in Kennedy street?" John was also puzzled.

"In my family, there is no one by that name." The boss was confused, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Just now someone called the police and said there was a fight here. If not, you can sign and we'll go." Hu Ke handed over the record book, pointed to the book and motioned for the boss to sign.

After the boss signed, he sent two people out.

The car roared away.

Ruan Zhonglou looked at his watch. Ten minutes later, "fan Wentong, call the bureau with your phone."

"OK, ha ha."

Fan Wentong, a member of Ruan Zhonglou's staff, called the Chinatown Bureau, "is it the Chinatown bureau? I want to call the police. Yes, there's a fight at Eight Immortals Restaurant on Kennedy street. Did you come just now? Now there's a fight. Come here quickly... "

Fan Wentong put down the phone and laughed with Ruan Zhonglou.

Soon, the same car came back whistling.

It was the same two men. They looked through the window, opened the door and went straight to the counter.

"I said, boss, is there really no one fighting here?"

When the boss saw that two people were coming, he was surprised, "no, officer, I will call the police if I have any..."

"However, we just received the alarm that there was a fight here. Do you have surveillance here? Let's have a look." John looked around. The restaurant was the same as just now. There were still so many people.

These Chinese people all look the same. I really can't see if they are the people just now. Let's take a look at the surveillance.

The boss called out the surveillance video in the hotel just now. John and hooker looked at each other and shrugged, "OK, boss, you sign. This is the record."

Two people returned to the car, "hooker, do you think we should call the police, someone is harassing us..."

"Maybe..." Hooker started the car and the two left again.

Watching the two leave, Ruan Zhonglou and fan Wentong, who are sitting in Mercedes Benz, laugh together again.

"Who thought of it?" Fan Wentong couldn't help asking.

"Of course, it's the elder brother and Rox who have negotiated, otherwise Hongmen will be burned, and Sergeant Rox won't have to do it..."

Ruan Zhonglou looked at his watch. "It's almost time. Wentong, go on fighting."

Fan Wentong called again, "Chinatown bureau? Yes, I want to call the police. Yes, Kennedy Avenue in Chinatown. Yes, Eight Immortals Restaurant. Have you been here? Now there are two groups of people carrying weapons. They are going to fight soon. OK, hurry up... "

Fan Wentong put down the phone and gave a thumbs up to Ruan Zhonglou, "brother, this move is too powerful. I think these people are getting tired of it. Just now they have a bad attitude..."

The car came again, John and hooker. They stood at the door of the restaurant, looked inside, turned on the law enforcement recorder, recorded the situation in the hotel, turned and left.

"Damn, it's that bastard who's making trouble. If you catch him, I'll tear his mouth..." Hooker has been angry, and the three calls have made him feel like a monkey.

"I'll call later, and we'll report it to Sheriff Rox and ask him to give orders. I'm tired of it too..."

Huck slammed on the gas and sped off Kennedy street.

Ruan Zhonglou sneered and watched the car leave. He turned his head and looked at Hongmen headquarters. The young people came out again.

"What's the situation? This car's been here three times? Can it be the Eight Immortals Restaurant One young man asked another.

"Eight Immortals Restaurant will tell us if there is any situation. Now let's guard here. The Vietnamese gang will come tonight..."

"Is there any problem with the Benz S600 parked at the gate of Baxian restaurant?" The young man is still a little worried.

"Well, can the poor Vietnamese afford that car? It's supposed to be the driver who comes to pick up the boss. It's our dereliction of duty to guard here and leave the door... "

The older man patted the young man on the shoulder, and several people stood at the door talking about something else.

Ruan Zhonglou called, "Chinatown bureau? Yes, I want to call the police. Yes, there's a fight at Eight Immortals Restaurant on Kennedy Avenue in Chinatown. It's shooting. What? You're not coming? I want to complain about you... "

At the police center of the Chinatown Bureau, hooker and John are flirting with the female staff on duty. When he heard that it was the police situation of the Eight Immortals Restaurant on Kennedy Avenue again, before Ruan Zhonglou finished speaking, Hooker snatched the beginning.

"You go to complain, boy, don't let me catch you. I'll tear your stinky mouth. You'll be happy if you use the electric stick to insert your chrysanthemum. Ha ha..." Hooker hung up and shrugged at John.

"Hooker, it's strange. I think something will happen there. Is it right if we don't go?"

"What's wrong? We've been there three times. Besides, we've reported it to sergeant Rox. The sergeant said it's a harassment call and will inform the bureau to investigate..." Hooker patted John on the shoulder.The two men continued to molest the female staff on duty in the Bureau.

At the sign of Ruan Zhonglou, fan Wentong called the Chinatown bureau again, "officer, I want to call the police, Kennedy Avenue in Chinatown..."