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Under the night, accompanied by the crisp and sweet sound of gunfire, the intoxicating smell of gun smoke floated in the air.

Windbreaker, top hat, black leather shoes, stepping on the clear blood on the ground, slowly appeared in the night.

A group of people suddenly took out machine guns from their arms and fired mercilessly!

Apart from anything else, the aura is very well managed!

It doesn’t matter whether you are a Qing gang or a South American gang, let’s come together!

"Damn it, it's finally here!" Seeing that several members of the F Qing Gang were attacked and killed in a row, Sean immediately opened the door and rushed out.

"The Yan family shovel, kill these street boys!"

Bill and the others couldn't understand what Sean was shouting, so they picked up the M16 equipped with an infrared sight and fired in bursts.

"Da da da" "ta da da" "ta da da"

The four forces started fighting randomly, and the scene became a mess.

He took out a series of grenades from his waist, pulled out the safety and threw them directly.

After two "boom" and "boom" sounds, Bill rushed forward with a combat team.

The firepower of Sean's side that suddenly appeared was outrageous, completely beyond the imagination of several gangsters.

In a short period of time, the Italian gang suffered heavy losses.

F Qing and the South American gang were so frightened that they stopped fighting and hid from a distance to watch the performance.

"What the hell are you looking at? Is the guy in your hand a fire stick? Oh no!" Sean threw out a grenade and yelled loudly.

"Our people?" Leader F Qing was stunned. Aren't all our people here?

"No, I don't know!" The boy next to him looked confused.

When did the gang hide such a fierce group of people!?

However, if I am not a Qing person, my accent is not fake. Foreigners cannot speak it so fluently.

After more than a minute, the Italian gang was almost wiped out.

The people from F Qing Gang yelled and asked: "Which brother is this who burns incense?"

"We are all one family. You're welcome. I'm Lei Feng. I'll ask Mr. Huang for tea later." Xiao Xiao shouted and turned around to leave.

After getting in the car, he immediately called Yuri and said, "Your boss and the others have gone to see God. Do you need me to come over and help?"

"No, leave the rest to me!" Yuri said with a smile.

It's not like Yuri's wandering around was in vain for more than a year. Without these people on his head, he was absolutely confident that he could swallow up the two Italian gangs in one go.

It was his turn to take the lead.

…

A gang fight like this at night is like a late-night snack to Sean.

It's quite fun to eat once in a while at night.

But, it's also interesting.

The next day, as soon as he got up, Mr. Huang came to the door angrily, "Sean, you did a good job!"

"Has it been spread that I like to do good things to others?" Sean said with a smile.

Mr. Huang almost couldn't hold back his breath and said, "You, you, you, I mean you betrayed me yesterday!"

When the old man went back and heard that a group of people who spoke authentic Mandarin helped destroy the Italian gang, he knew it was Sean.

Why do Italians suddenly appear?

Mr. Huang is so cunning. He immediately thought that Sean had released the information about him.

I found him soon this morning.

"You can't say that. I obviously showed up at the scene because I thought I should have a back hand as a back-up to prevent accidents from happening. Italians have nothing to do with me!" Sean denied flatly.

"Do you dare to swear!"

"You are questioning my character. Tell me if you don't believe me!"

"You!" Mr. Huang laughed angrily. Don't you have a good idea of ​​your own character?

"What are you talking about? Are the Italians your enemies? Should I help you kill them? Is it enough that the results are good? I really want you to slowly write down your ink. When can you kill them? Be more mature.

Children only look at the process, adults only look at the results!"

"The result, the result is that the New York Police Department arrested 8 of us today and closed down many of our stores!" This is what made Mr. Huang angry.

The discrimination faced by the Chinese is all-round, even when it comes to gang wars. It's not that F Qing can't get the firepower, it's that it doesn't dare to use it. F Qing's consistent policy is to grind slowly.

"I'll just arrest him, because I want someone to take the blame."

"Can't these few work?"

"No, could you please arrange for the manpower to surrender as soon as possible?"

"I..." Things happened so suddenly last night. Old Man Huang was so busy taking over the territory and expanding his power that he forgot about it.

"Okay, come out with some money and prepare the people to take the blame. I'll say hello to you later and take a look."

"Hahahaha, Brother Sean, I knew you were a friend of our Chinese people." Mr. Huang switched seamlessly.

"Ha, there's no need to say so much, just think of a way to buy me the land I want." Sean rolled his eyes to avoid this.

"Don't worry, I will arrange this." Mr. Huang promised, patting his withered chest.

In fact, buying land is a matter of cooperation between the two parties. The Chinese are expanding and expelling, so it is best to buy it. If you encounter such die-hard elements, the Italians will come forward to take over the purchase.

It's nothing more than coercion, inducement, intimidation and other means, but Sean doesn't feel any burden about it.

Mr. Huang achieved his goal, and he happily had a meal with Sean. The Chinese food was on point, and the chef was specially found by Sean from China without any connections. He was very authentic!

But the old man is old and can't eat much.

After talking about sending people to the ring again, Mr. Huang stood up and left.

As Sean was about to go out, the head of Sean's bank, Monroe Deaf, suddenly came to the door.

"Boss, your current capital structure is a little too unhealthy?"

"What do you mean?" This sentence made Sean completely confused.

"Have you ever calculated how much money you have borrowed in total now?" Monroe Deaver asked solemnly.

Uh... Sean was stunned, this really doesn't exist.

However, even though he knew that he had been working so hard for two years, serving God and doing business, he still felt that he had no money all day long!

Monroe Deaf took out a document and handed it to Sean.

The above is the debt status of various properties under Sean's name.

Sean Fitness: $40 million.

Sean Transport: $35.4 million.

Sean Environmental: $59.5 million.

Film company: $30 million.

Construction company: $11 million.

Greg Chemical: $45 million.

Correctional Corporation: $190 million.

Total loan facility: $410.9 million.

Annual interest expense: $22.5 million.

"Shit!" Sean looked at the amount on it and exclaimed for a long time, "I owe so much fucking money?"

"What kind of international joke are you kidding!?"

"How come there are so many!"

"How much assets do I have!?"

"Yes, the numbers don't lie. Boss, your debt ratio is too high and has exceeded the dangerous level of 150%. Most of your properties are purchased with loans. If you don't take measures, once someone tries to

If you take action against the industry, you are likely to be in danger of having your capital chain broken, causing all the industry to become someone else's overnight." Monroe Deaf said solemnly.