Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 79: Clearance, special forces visit, exit from customs

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 79: Clearance, special forces visit, exit from customs

Los Angeles, a stronghold of the Golden Gate Group.

As one of South Korea's leading gangs, the Kinmen Group has also developed its own overseas business.

They are engaged in human smuggling in various Southeast Asian countries. They help people smuggle into the Federation and charge high intermediary fees.

Because it was an illegal trade, the Jinmen Group's thugs detained them, and buying and selling these illegal immigrants was a common occurrence.

Most of the people in the erotic venues they opened in New York and Los Angeles were Southeast Asian girls they brought from smuggling boats.

These girls who dreamed of coming to the Federation to make a lot of money were beaten, trained, and sent directly to a nursing home.

This kind of pretty girl with some good looks is treated fairly well.

The Golden Gate Group's most profitable business in the federation is actually the smuggling and illegal trade of human organs.

This South Korean-run hospital in Los Angeles is the base for illegal organ transplantation by the Kinmen Group.

The person in charge of guarding this hospital is Wan Xi from the Kinmen Group. He is a subordinate of Li Zhongjiu, the third leader of the Kinmen Group, and is responsible for the organ smuggling business in Los Angeles.

"Axi, where did Zhong Xi die?"

Wan Xi stood in the operating room with his hands on his hips and watched as the two doctors skillfully removed the kidneys, heart, corneas, and other valuable organs from the man on the operating table one by one, and placed them behind a special incubator.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and cursed.

Zhong Xi is the younger brother of Wan Xi, and both brothers are thugs of the Kinmen Group.

"Axi, you bastard, be gentle, if it's broken, I'll take out your heart and replace it."

Seeing a doctor almost falling to the ground while carrying an incubator, Wan Xi was so angry that he threw the cigarette in his hand over and cursed.

The doctor quickly bowed to Wan Xi, then picked up the incubator and left in a hurry.

Wan Xi cursed and took out another cigarette and was about to light it.

His cell phone rang suddenly.

"Axi!"

After Wan Xi took out his cell phone angrily, his expression changed.

"Hey, Brother Zhongjiu!"

"Wan Xi, something happened to Ding Qing's people in New York. You should also be careful in Los Angeles!"

In Seoul, South Korea, in an unfinished building that has not yet been topped off, Li Zhongjiu is sitting on a leather sofa, overlooking the night view of Seoul.

He had just received news that many of the Kinmen Group's strongholds in the federation had been picked.

After reminding his men, Li Zhongjiu hung up the phone and cursed Xiba.

He really didn't understand what the president was thinking. Now that the entire federal underworld was in turmoil, he wanted to touch the territory left by Jin Bin.

"Siba!"

After taking the last puff of the cigarette, Li Zhongjiu flicked the cigarette butt downstairs and threw the suit jacket on his shoulder.

"Let's go, kids! I'll treat you to barbecue today!"

Li Zhongjiu took the lead, and the four or five younger brothers behind him bowed and followed silently.

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Los Angeles, black clinic.

Wan Xi hung up the phone and looked a little solemn. After thinking for a moment, he opened the door and left the operating room.

"Hi, you, and you, come here!"

In the corridor outside the operating room, several big men with different skin colors were leaning against the wall and smoking.

Look at their exposed tattoos and the undisguised pistols on their waists.

You can see the origin of these big men. They are gunmen raised by Wan Xi.

The Federation is not South Korea. If you mess around here without strong strength, you will have been devoured long ago without any bones left.

Wanxi used the money from organ sales to support more than a dozen gunmen in Los Angeles. This is also the reason why he can safely engage in organ trading in this Korean area.

Following Wan Xi's greeting, several big men approached Wan Xi.

"Strengthen the vigilance these two days and don't let outsiders in!"

Wan Xi was telling several gunmen what to pay attention to when the door of the black clinic was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Wan Xi's first reaction was to quickly reach for the pistol at his waist.

His gun hadn't been drawn yet, and he could clearly see the person coming by the light in the corridor.

"Axi, it's your kid, where are you fooling around again?"

Seeing that the person coming was his younger brother, Wan Xi breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and cursed. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly realized that his younger brother's expression was not right.

Zhong Xi's eyes kept looking to his right, and large drops of sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Axi, I just told you not to go to those Yangma. Aren't the Southeast Asian women in the place delicious?"

Wan Xi walked toward Zhong Xi teasingly. He put his hands behind his back, gestured to several of his subordinates, and then quietly touched the pistol on his waist.

"Pfft!"

Before Wan Xi's hand could touch the handle of the gun, a black cross dart penetrated the back of his hand.

"Ah!" The severe pain made Wan Xi howl out.

He covered the back of his hand and tried to push open the operating room door sideways in a panic.

In front of the operating room door, green lines appeared in the air, and then a strong white man in camouflage uniform appeared out of thin air and stood in front of him.

"Snake Eyes, you should stab him in the head!"

The strong man stopped in front of Wan Xi and punched him hard.

The fist as big as a sandbag hit Wan Xi's head hard, and there was a muffled bang. Wan Xi felt his head black out, and his whole body fell to the ground with a clang. The strong impact made his nose and ears bleed.

Blood.

"I love this job!"

The strong man kicked Wan Xi, who was lying on the ground, four to five meters away. He drew his pistol and fired several shots at several gangster gunmen who had not yet reacted.

Before a black man with a nose ring could react, he was shot several times in the chest. He was beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Fake!"

The other black man who was close was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his hands trembling as he reached for the pistol.

Tsk! A samurai sword penetrated his back directly, pinning him to the ground.

A mysterious man wrapped in black armor stepped on his back and pulled out a samurai sword. With a backhand swing, he chopped off the hand of another gangster who was trying to shoot him.

"Well done, Snake Eyes!"

The strong white man gave a thumbs up to the mysterious man whose head was covered in a black helmet, and strangled the neck of one of the men with his backhand.

Click, with a little force of an arm as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, the unlucky guy's head directly saw his butt.

"Would you like to compete to see who can kill more!"

The strong white man clenched his fist and gave Snake Eyes a provocative look.

The samurai sword in Snake Eyes' hand was drawn into a sword, and he extended his little finger to the strong white man.

The two of them looked at each other with a heated look, and were about to rush to take action against the few remaining minions.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

After several bursts of silenced rifle fire, a familiar voice came from the communicator:

"Stumbling block, Snake Eyes, hurry up, we have a mission. General Hawke ordered us to go to the Middle East to carry out a rescue mission!"

The burly white man shrugged towards Snake Eyes and clicked on his communicator: "Roader got it!"

Just as the two were walking towards the outside of the black clinic, the strong white man stepped on the neck of Wan Xi, who had just woken up, and broke his neck with a click.

"One more than you!" The strong white man smiled, showing a row of white teeth, and stretched out a finger towards the snake eyes.

"Pfft!"

Before the strong white man could be happy for too long, Snake Eyes threw his samurai sword with his backhand.

Zhong Xi, who was hiding aside and shivering, had no time to react when a sharp samurai sword penetrated his temple directly.

Snake Eyes walked over and pulled out his katana, and wiped the red and white liquid stained on the samurai sword with the clothes on Zhong Xi's body.

Putting the clean katana back into the sheath on his back, Snake Eyes also extended his index finger towards the strong white man and shook it gently.

The strong white man spread his hands and the two walked out of the black clinic side by side.

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"I still quite like this job!"

In the passenger seat of a military Humvee, a strong white man was holding a flat wine bottle, drinking and talking to the driver in the driving seat.

"I've long disliked these gangsters, but I didn't expect that the big shots in the Ministry of National Defense would actually ask us to clean up these gangsters. In the words of the East, we are killing a chicken with a sledgehammer!"

"By the way, what mission are we going to carry out in the Middle East?"

"To find a missing billionaire, we are not going back to Serbia. We are going directly to the airport. There are planes there, flying directly to Afghanistan!" The driver answered the questions of the strong white man while driving.

"Billionaire, when did this become our job?" The strong white man took a sip of wine with some dissatisfaction.

"The optical stealth camouflage you are wearing and many of the equipment in our base were developed by him, what do you think?"

The driver glanced at the burly white man.

The strong white man touched the large camouflage uniform on his body and asked, "Tony Stark?"

Thinking of the news that had been buzzing for two days, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that they had to mobilize their special forces to find people. Tony Stark was the favorite of the Ministry of National Defense.

In the back seat of the Hummer, Snake Eyes folded his arms and watched the strong white man chatting with the driver beside him.

Suddenly, Snake Eyes looked out the window, and two Mercedes-Benz cars passed by them.

Through the open car window, Snake Eyes met a big man wearing a black skull shirt.

Danger was like two wild beasts meeting on a narrow road. The sixth sense between the same kind made Snake Eyes reflexively touch his hand to his katana.

The three cars passed each other quickly.

The strong white man sitting in the passenger seat seemed to have also seen the person in the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz. He muttered to himself in confusion:

"Why is he here?"

"Who is that?" The driver did not see the person in the passing Mercedes-Benz, but through the rearview mirror, he noticed Snake Eyes' reaction.

To put it bluntly, Snake Eyes is the most skilled member of the entire Special Forces.

It is definitely not an ordinary person who can make him react immediately.

"Frank Custer! A former captain of the Marine Corps! I have dealt with him. He is a very powerful man!"

The strong white man looked at the taillights of the departing Mercedes-Benz through the rearview mirror, as if he was afraid that the two of them would not know how powerful Frank was. He added:

"He received the Medal of Honor, Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts and the Presidential Medal of Freedom while in the Marine Corps!"

Hearing the almost Grand Slam honor, the driver took a deep breath.

Snake Eyes was sitting in the back seat of the Humvee. His expression was blocked by his dark helmet, but from his eagerness to try, as if he was about to draw a sword, we could see that he was aroused to have a competitive spirit at this time.

!

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Frank, the co-pilot of the Mercedes-Benz, was leaning against the window, holding a phone in one hand and reaching out of the window with the other hand, playing with a catapult knife.

The sharp blade rotates at the fingertips, and you can faintly see blood-red spiritual patterns on the blade.

As Frank's five fingers rotated rapidly, the ejection knife seemed to turn into a line of fire, and there was a faint light of fire flashing in the night sky.

"Okay, I understand, I will definitely win the smuggling business in Los Angeles before the boss leaves the country!"

…………

"Sir, we found out that these are bearer accounts opened in Swiss banks!"

In the CEO's office in Stark Tower, two agents were busy sorting out the information in their hands.

With the help of artificial intelligence Jarvis, they quickly sorted out a file.

Records in the files are all Wall Street accounts that abnormally sold shares of Stark Industries before Tony Stark's accident.

"Jarvis, can you check these accounts and the identity information of the heads of households?"

Phil Colson raised the document in his hand and said to Jarvis.

"Sir, my setting is not to do anything illegal!"

Jarvis's voice rang out from the room.

Sitting aside, with a tired face, Pepper rubbed his forehead and said:

"Jarvis, help him retrieve the identity data of these people! Tony needs us!"

"Okay, ma'am!" Jarvis' voice said without any pause.

Phil Coulson always had a gentle smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

Soon a data file was transferred to Phil Coulson's laptop.

Looking at the names that appeared on the computer, Phil Colson's face suddenly became serious.

…………

The South Korean Kinmen Group suffered devastating losses in various strongholds of the Federation.

These South Koreans used their lives to illustrate the cost of attacking the legacy of Kim Binh.

Many hyenas that were ready to move were frightened and put away their claws.

At this time, Don, the scavenger in New York, sent a large number of gunmen to seize the money and infiltrate New York's casinos, smuggling channels, and powder fields...

For a time, all the gangs in New York, big and small, were hiding in the dark to watch the excitement of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Two days passed. To everyone's surprise, people from the Tang and Song Dynasties successfully occupied Kingpin's territory in New York, and soon extended their reach to Los Angeles and San Francisco...

This time, everyone couldn't sit still.

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In a nightclub in New York, Ryan, dressed in a butler uniform, was holding a mobile phone, making calls and mobilizing manpower.

In just two days, 14 of the 17 newly occupied Jinbin territories were attacked to varying degrees.

However, Ryan had already prepared adequate countermeasures.

With Kane leading a group of gunmen and the elite assassins from the Assassin Brotherhood, so far, except for the two locations in Los Angeles that have been lost, the others are still in their hands.

However, a scene in Los Angeles involved drug smuggling and was extremely profitable, so Frank had already led people to deal with it.

"Hey, okay, I'll be back right away!"

Just after handling a small weapon fight, Ryan's phone rang.

The call came from Down Manor, someone came to visit the boss.

When Ryan returned to the manor, a slightly bald middle-aged man had been waiting in the living room for a long time.

"Hello, I am Agent Phil Coulson from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau. I am here to visit Mr. Tang and I would like to ask Mr. Tang some questions!"

Phil Coulson has a warm smile on his face, which makes people feel more friendly.

Looking at the ID that Phil Coulson took out, Ryan frowned.

"Mr. Colson, our boss is temporarily inconvenienced. If you have anything, you can tell me!"

The maid on the side brought two cups of coffee, and Ryan politely asked Phil Coulson to sit down:

"Our boss mentioned you before on the cruise ship. Are you here about the Costa cruise ship?"

"Our boss said that you are a federal government department and it is your duty to help you. No thanks are needed!"

Phil Coulson's smiling face was a little stiff for a moment. He didn't expect Ryan to mention what happened on the large passenger ship.

Although Tang and Song originally saved Hawkeye's life, S.H.I.E.L.D. also opened up part of the New York gang database to Tang and Song, otherwise Tang and Song would not have been able to occupy Kingpin's industry so accurately.

"You misunderstood. I came here this time to ask you something!" Phil Coulson picked up the coffee cup: "According to our understanding, Mr. Tang Song purchased some shares of Stark Industries before!?"

Ryan smiled: "That's true. Our boss has always been keen on stock investment in the financial market, but it's not just Stark Industries. Our boss has invested in shares of Osborne Group and Hammer Industries! This is true.

What’s the problem?”

"There is no problem in buying shares of Stark Industries.

However, the shares of Stark Industries held by Mr. Tang were suddenly sold before Mr. Tony Stark disappeared." Phil Coulson stared at Ryan's eyes: "Mr. Tang's financial sense is really keen. He seemed to mention

It’s like you guessed something would happen to Stark Industries!”

"What do you mean?" Ryan said with a look of realization on his face: "Mr. Colson, you don't suspect that Tony Stark's disappearance has something to do with our boss, do you?"

Ryan said dumbfounded: "The reason why our boss sold off the shares of Stark Industries was just to follow the trend!"

Following the trend? Phil Coulson's expression perked up and he stared at Ryan closely.

"Not long ago, we had a business in Rome that competed with Stark Industries. The person in charge of this project at Stark Industries was their vice president Obadiah!

Out of professional habit, the boss asked us to investigate this competitor. Unexpectedly, the vice president secretly sold a large number of his own company's stocks.

Our boss thought there was some inside information, so he asked us to sell all our shares together!"

"So, there is something wrong with Obadiah," Ryan looked at Phil Coulson with a stunned expression: "Could he be related to Mr. Stark's disappearance?"

When Phil Coulson heard Ryan's words, he stood up as if there was a thorn in the sofa.

He shook hands with Ryan and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. I still have some things to deal with, so I won't interrupt you for now."

………

Send Phil Coulson out the door, who hurriedly left as if his butt was on fire.

Ryan drove directly back to the venue. The boss was in retreat. He needed to be stationed in the venue. If there was an enemy invasion, he himself would be the first line of defense.

When Ryan pushed open the secret door in the box, a figure making tea came into view.

"Boss, you are out of quarantine!"

Today, my father-in-law and mother-in-law came to my door. They were very drunk. I will pay 5,000 first.

(End of chapter)