Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 40 Flour Arms

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 40 Flour Arms

"Dududu..."

Hearing the busy signal of being hung up on the phone, Jin Bin's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his eyes.

Sloan, the Assassin Brotherhood, useless things, and those vampires, the damn dark nobles, he took a big risk to get a hundred pure virgins from all over the world.

This group of bats actually screwed up.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Kingpin exerted force in his hand, and an encrypted phone was crushed into pieces by him.

The fragments flew away, leaving a gash in Kinami's thick palm.

The blood instantly stained his sleeves red.

"Haha!" Kingpin took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood stains from the wound slowly, and laughed angrily.

Jin Bin's sneer made the atmosphere in the office seem to freeze. Several people in the office all lowered their heads and did not dare to breathe.

"How has the smuggling business in New York been in the past two months?"

Jin Bing didn't even raise his head, but his gloomy voice made a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit tremble all over.

As a man known as the Emperor of the Underworld, Jin Bin's business is not just about collecting protection fees and selling flour like gangsters.

After more than 20 years of operation, Jinbin's business can be said to be diversified.

Jinbin can be seen in many industries in New York, including flour, smuggling, casinos, arms, real estate, finance, and physical factories.

However, the business with the fastest money and the highest profit is naturally his gray business.

Smuggling is a major source of income for him, especially things with high tariffs and high unit values ​​such as cars, high-end watches, and luxury goods.

The profits from smuggling can reach 50% or even higher. The smuggling market in New York City alone makes profits of more than one billion US dollars a year.

This was also the reason why Kingpin looked down on the scavenger profession at the beginning.

In the Tang and Song Dynasties, a group of people worked hard for a year, and their income was less than Jin Bin's fraction.

The middle-aged man with glasses is the leader of Kingpin's smuggling business in New York.

"Business in Europe has not been affected, but business in East Asia is not ideal. The Hand Association has now suspended cooperation with us.

Regarding Japanese car smuggling, we are now looking for alternative suppliers!"

As he spoke, large drops of sweat oozed out from the forehead of the middle-aged man with glasses. He didn't dare to wipe it and let the sweat drip onto the carpet.

"Hmm!" Kingpin wiped the blood from his palms and did not comment on the report of the middle-aged man with glasses. He turned to the bald man beside him.

"What about the flour business?"

The person in charge of the flour business in New York was a big Mexican man with a black scorpion tattooed on the back of his bald head. He heard Kingpin's inquiry.

The bald man took credit and said: "Boss, our shipments have increased by 40% in the past two months!"

"Increased by 40%!" Jin Bin pressed his hand on the handkerchief for a moment, then raised his head for the first time and looked at the bald man.

"What's going on?"

"Boss, that Chinese Tang is not in the flour business at all. After the collapse of the Hand Club, our factory is the only one in New York that still has goods. Now we are the largest flour supplier in New York!"

"Don't do the flour business..." Kingpin sneered, a glint flashed in his eyes. "Raise the price of flour by another 10%!"

"No problem boss, now we are the only ones in New York who have the goods!"

The bald man's face was full of flattery: "Those drug addicts don't care about the price as long as they are addicted!"

When the tall man, nearly two meters tall, was talking to Jin Bin, his waist was barely straight.

But no one present laughed at him. No one would be afraid of Kingpin, a moody boss!

"Well done!" Jin Bin's suppressed irritability eased slightly.

At this time, a tall figure opened the door and walked in.

Bullseye ignored everyone present and walked directly to Kingpin, lowered his body, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After Kingpin heard Bullseye's words, the expression on his face immediately disappeared, and his huge body stood up directly from the sofa.

He picked up the cane beside him and wiped the fist-sized crystal ball on the head of the cane with a bloody handkerchief.

Jin Bin walked directly to the bald man with a cane and looked at him with an unusually calm look.

"Do you know what Bullseye just told me?"

The bald man's legs trembled uncontrollably, and his lips trembled as he said, "No, I don't know!"

Kingpin patted his shoulder calmly, and then raised his cane expressionlessly.

The next moment, Jin Bing's face turned extremely ferocious, and he swung his cane hard at the bald man's temple.

Once, twice, three times...

"Trash, the warehouse was burned without even knowing it,"

The bald man fell to the ground when he received the first blow to his head, and blood splashed all over the face of the man with glasses next to him.

However, Jin Bin was not relieved and wildly waved his cane to beat the corpse until the corpse on the ground was smashed into a puddle of flesh.

"Tug the body out and clean it up!"

Kingpin wiped the blood from his face, took a new white handkerchief from Bullseye on the side, wiped the head of the staff, and gave orders to several people in the room.

As if they had been granted amnesty, these people were handling the scene in a panic.

"Who did it? Have you found out?" Kingpin came to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the street downstairs, and asked Bullseye on the side.

"It's the vigilante who's been active in Hell's Kitchen recently!" Bullseye put his hands in his pockets, revealing a row of throwing knives on his waist.

"Do you need me to deal with him?"

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The villa area where Down's Manor is located is in a wealthy area of ​​New York. The environment is quiet and densely forested, and a few kilometers away is the towering commercial building, CBD.

There is a bit of elegance amidst the bustle, which can be said to be tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.

The combination of convenience and tranquility naturally comes with a high price tag, and the price of land is so expensive that it is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Just from the fact that you can see a mobile police car every 15 minutes in this villa area, you can tell the status of the residents here.

After all, in a civilian community, even if you call the police, you won't see the police car so fast.

Tang Song was walking slowly on the tree-lined road in casual clothes. At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan drove past him and stopped at the entrance of the manor in front.

A man in a black suit got out of the driver's seat of the car, looked up at the gate of the manor, straightened his suit, and walked towards the manor.

"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?"

Two bodyguards blocked the man from the door.

"Hello, my name is Yuri, and I'm here to visit Mr. Tang!"

The man pointed to the gift in his hand and smiled broadly at the two bodyguards.

"Yuri?" Tang Song had already walked behind the man.

"Boss!" the two bodyguards quickly bowed to him.

"You are Mr. Tang, and I am Yuri Orlov!" The man quickly turned around and stretched out his hand towards Tang Song.

"Yuri Orlov, shouldn't it be Yuri Orlov?"

Tang Song looked at the extremely familiar face in front of him and stretched out his hand.

The smile on Yuri's face did not diminish: "As an arms dealer, I have many identities. Mr. Tang knows me by my former name. If you like, you can also call me Yuri!"

"Mr. Yuri, welcome to my humble home, please come in!"

In the living room, the maid brought two cups of coffee.

Yuri got straight to the point and said: "Mr. Tang, I heard that my cousin had a conflict with you. Here is ten million US dollars. I hope you can forgive my cousin for being presumptuous towards you!"

Yuri took out a Wells Fargo check from his bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Your cousin, you mean Vigo!" Tang Song gently flicked the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, "I'm curious, how did you find this place?"

Yuri crossed his arms: "Mr. Tang, I have been in the arms business for a long time. Even the large arms deals in this world cannot be hidden from my eyes.

A batch of AK47s were sold to the Middle East two days ago. This batch of goods came from New York, and the actual delivery location was a warehouse in the Far East. That was an arms warehouse before Vigo!"

"Mr. Tang, those warehouses and the market in Vigo belong to you. There are 10 million US dollars here! My uncle only has one son, and I just hope to take him home!"

(End of chapter)