Chapter 15

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The sound of gunfire interrupted Li Zitao's imagination. When he opened the door and went out, the previously arrogant villagers were kneeling on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, and sincerely repenting on their faces.

"It's not right to bully the weak, it's shameful to bully the Chinese..." Hearing these two words repeatedly under the guidance of Huang Yifang, Li Zitao almost didn't laugh to death by his peculiar hobby.

You have 50 or 60 machine guns pointing at other people's heads and making them repent. Who is bullying whom?

Don't you blush at that line? Really But I like it!

He moved a stool and sat down in front of the villagers. Li Zitao listened to them talking like chanting sutras, until he lost his voice.

"Do you want to follow me?" Although the foreigners also have fun, but they really speak straight, not so many twists and turns.

As for the reason? Li Zitao speculates that their language is too simple to be able to interpret a 3000 word composition like Chinese.

"Are you working for the Italians?" Sammo had to raise his head and ask with hatred in his eyes.

To have so many guns, only Italians in Chicago, and he hated Italians, and his two brothers died in the hands of the Italian mafia.

"No, I work for myself." Li Zitao put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward and said aggressively, "besides, I hate Italians too."

Because if they don't die, I can't get the benefits I want. Li Zitao thinks this reason is very reasonable.

"Then I'll do it with you, boss." Sammoud tried to stand up, but was held in the back neck by the monk with a gun.

"Monk." He waved and motioned for everyone to put away their guns. Li said with a smile, "welcome to join us."

"What's our name, boss?" The black people are very familiar with themselves, and Samoan shows them incisively and vividly. They just want to strike a stroke on the Chinese people, and they will be the boss one by one.

"Er..." What is called? How does my mother know?

To think about it, it seems that they do not have a unified name so far, which is really an embarrassing question.

Red Flower Club? Green Gang? Qing Gang still forget about it. People's orthodoxy is still there. What if they all come to visit relatives when they go back to run?

"Call blue and white chamber of Commerce!" Thinking of the killer organization of Longmen escort agency, Li Zitao shows a meaningful smile.

In May 1929, the blue and white chamber of Commerce was officially established in Chicago.

"Blue and white chamber of Commerce?" Samoan scratched his head a little confused and didn't understand what he meant.

"Just remember what to call it. Besides, I need more people. Can you find it?" Li Zitao walked forward, and Samo had to follow carefully.

"Yes, I have many brothers." Sammy said with pride.

More brothers, another characteristic of black people, as long as they are of the same skin color, meet "Hi, brother." Then they became brothers.

Of course, Li Zitao has never seen this brother before, but it is still unknown.

However, the black people at this time were very united, because the whole society discriminated against and oppressed them, so they could only keep warm with the same brothers and sisters.

"For the time being, 10 US dollars a month is needed. I need to really dare to fight and dare not to die." What kind of welfare, Li Zitao did not promise them, but employed.

Different from the compatriots here, they are the real team members of Li Zitao, and these guys can only be regarded as the tools he needs at present.

As for the future, Li Zitao does not know at present, everything has to be proved by time.

"All right, boss. Do you want me to call them here now?" Sammo had to point behind him.

"Yes." When Li Zitao nodded, he never thought that Samhad could find more than 100 people, and each one looked stronger than the monks.

It was the next day when I saw these people. They were all from samurai's men who knocked at the door.

"Boss, these are the best guys. They are not afraid to die, as long as they have food." Said Sammo, patting a black man on the shoulder.

For these people, as long as they have a chance to eat and earn money, it's nothing to be afraid of. All they need is an opportunity.

Black people at this time are more eager for success and prosperity than anyone else.

"Well, I'll stay here and train with him." Li Zitao wanted to say that there was no need for so many people.

But when he saw the admiration and crisis in the eyes of monks and others, Li Zitao suddenly thought that it would be better to give them some pressure.

The next two weeks were calm, holding a huge sum of $200000 in his hand. With a big wave of his hand, Li Zitao gave Huang Yifang $50000, which scared him out of sleep for two nights.

Piles of beef, chicken, vegetables and fruits were moved into area 22, and trucks came in and out, finally making it a bit popular.For monks and samouds, everyday life is both painful and happy.

The pain is, that bear like guy, from morning till night will try every means to torture them.

Weight bearing running, push ups, pull ups, sit ups, these are just the most basic, and then you have to roll stones, cross obstacles, leap frog, to the final actual combat.

Roll a stone, a stone bigger than a calf. Everyone should grasp it and roll forward 2-3 times on the soft soil.

Don't think it's simple. From putting your hands into the soil, lifting the stone, and finally rolling it, you have to mobilize your whole body's strength to do it. It takes about half a life for two or three times.

Oh, it's been six next week.

Frog leaping, carrying 15kg of wood on your neck.

In actual combat, naturally, it's a duel. Monks and samouds are models.

Every time who wins, he can ride on the other side's neck, let him carry himself to run around the training ground, so that everyone can see that two people have won or lost.

However, every time a monk loses, he is "guided" by Wang Dagou himself.

In his words, "you're a real disgrace to the Chinese. Stand still, or I'll slap you to death."

Wang Dagou is more dignified than Li Zitao, because he always laughs, and Wang Dagou shows himself the power of a bear.

After he kicked a 50kg sandbag five meters away, no one dared to dance in front of him.

And happiness is very short every day, only when you taste delicious food can you notice, beef, chicken tube enough.

All kinds of vegetables are also fresh, unlike the rotten leaves that they once picked up from the vegetable market.

Although the fruit is not many, but can taste fresh every day, they have been very satisfied with this.

As he grew stronger and stronger, he never reduced the amount of food he ate every day. People looked at Li Zitao more and more grateful, but there was less awe in it.

So at the end of the training, Li Zi Tao stood in front of all the people, pointed to the monk and Samhad and said, "choose 10 of them that perform best."

They thought they had something to do. They went to pick people with bright eyes, and young men with bright muscles and big bodies were selected.

It has to be said that the training effect during this period is very significant. The skin and bone of the past has long been gone, and everyone's height has taken a section, not to mention the body.

"Come on, practice with me. Come on." Li Zitao put on a shelf, clenched his hands, alternating back and forth, keeping parallel with his chin, and said with a smile.

"Boss, this Not good The monk scratched his head, "or let me accompany you to practice."

Although Li Zitao is very sensitive in manor performance, whether in terms of speed or jumping force, it is amazing, and his shooting skills are even more fierce, but this does not mean that he can fight!

This is 40 people, plus two of them is 42 people. It's hard to beat four hands with two fists. The master Fu was killed by random fists. 1vs42 is looking for abuse.

"Come on, give me all your strength." Li Zitao did not speak, but Wang Dagou stepped forward and looked at them with disdain and said, "just you guys, don't be beaten to doubt life for a while."

Wang Dagou rubbed his shoulder. Li Zitao punched him on the shoulder last night. He is still swollen up to now!

If Li Zitao didn't keep up his strength when practicing with him, Wang Dagou suspected that he would blow his shoulder directly.

After last night's injury, Li Zitao lost his opponent and practiced blindly in the open space. When he rose, he hit the big stone for training.

At that time, the stone split into several pieces from the middle. Wang Dagou almost didn't stare out his eyes. He ran to the river and dug a stone back at night.

"If you don't come, I'll come." Li Zitao grinned and rushed directly at them.

"Up." Sammy had to wave at him. Since the boss had spoken, he had to do it. He had to be gentle when he started. The chance to beat the boss was not everyday.

"Let's go, too." The monk also considered whether to explain to everyone. With a little light under his hands, he saw that Samhad rushed to Li Zitao. Just like being turned to his chest by a huge hammer, he shrank into a bow and flew back at a faster speed than before.

The wheels were rolling on the ground for several times. This time, Sammo was lying on the ground and groaning.

"Hold the grass." Turn around to see Li Zitao side kick right leg slowly lower, the small partners are stunned, this is to encounter the monster?

Samoud had 100kg, but Li Zitao stood in the same place and kicked him to fly as soon as he raised his foot. This simply broke their understanding.

"I seem to be hurt." Sammy finally got up and sat on the ground powerless. He put his hand on his chest and said painfully.

"Let the doctor show him, and the others go on." Li Zitao told Wang Dagu that in order to ensure that there would be no accident in the training of these people, he specially invited a doctor.It's $300 a month. I live here during the day. I don't accept any other guests. I have to say that the profession of doctor has always been very profitable since ancient times.

When the famous doctor was invited out of his villa, he thought that he had been robbed by refugees, and he was almost scared to pee his pants.

"Keep your spirits up. The boss is a pervert." The monk lowered his head and said a word. A group of people rushed forward with a cry of "yiyiyiya", as if they could defeat the great demon in front of them and win the victory.

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