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If you can't beat it, then join.

Moreover, he felt that the current strength of Yihe Matheson could not crush Lin Yao at all.

This is Li Bancheng's philosophy of life, and his figure is extremely soft.

"Sorry, Mr. William.

"This time Cheung Kong Industrial and Yihe Matheson Company compete for the land. This is the preliminary decision made by the board of directors below."

"I took stock and decided I probably wouldn't be able to help, so I wanted to quit."

"Mr. Li, are you serious?" Upon hearing this, William's expression suddenly turned cold.

Li Bancheng nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. William, I have no interest in that land."

"Isn't it right? I think you seem to be frightened by Lin Yao!"

William continued.

"Mr. William, you misunderstood. Mr. Lin and I are actually good friends." Li Bancheng said.

He was complaining in his mind: "This ghost guy doesn't even know how terrifying Wang Yao is. You are a student at a prestigious school, and he started from scratch..."

William stood up and said to Li Bancheng:

"Mr. Li, I think you should not make a decision so quickly."

"The bidding for the land in Saigon is still a few days away. You should go back and think about it carefully, and then contact me after you think about it."

William's commercial ability is still very strong in Hong Kong Island and even in Great Britain.

After all, he came from two famous schools.

It's just that his life is too smooth, so his attitude is very arrogant.

But that doesn't mean he's brainless.

Of course he knew that with the participation of Yangtze River Industries, the possibility of winning the land would be highest.

Therefore, he did not want to lose Li Bancheng, a quasi-ally.

"Mr. William, I'm sorry. Goodbye."

Li Bancheng stood up politely and said goodbye to William.

Then he returned to his office.

After asking the secretary to withdraw, he took off his glasses and wiped them repeatedly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"Father……"

At this moment, his eldest son Li Ju walked in quietly.

"Aju, what's the matter?" Li Bancheng raised his head and looked at his son and asked.

"Father, the person in charge of Jardine Matheson has changed. We can reconsider joining." Li Ju said.

"Replacement? How is that possible? I just came over there." Li Bancheng said in surprise.

Li Ju said: "Father, the news is absolutely true!"

"I just got a call from our friend in the House of Lords, who is the executive director of Jardine Matheson"

There are 96 nobles in the House of Lords of Great Britain. Li Bancheng knows a dozen of them and has deep connections.

Most of those nobles are financial groups, and Jardine Matheson and Taikoo Matheson are the meals of these nobles.

"Ah Ju, please tell me more specifically." Li Bancheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay, father, it's like this..."

In the following time, Li Ju talked to Li Bancheng about the personnel changes of Jardine Matheson.

Ten minutes later, Li Bancheng was already beaming with joy.

After taking a sip of tea, he said to Li Ju: "Ah Ju, continue to layout our real estate projects!"

For Li Bancheng, it is the headquarters of Yihe Yanghang. The power has formed an alliance with itself to win the piece of emperor, which means that its chances are still very good.

It would definitely be a huge fortune to win this piece of land.

For Li Bancheng to build the first business empire in Hong Kong Island, it will be the most powerful tailwind.

Next, the father and son reorganized the relevant plans.

There are currently six or seven Hong Kong consortiums competing for this piece of land, each of which is extremely powerful.

But Li Bancheng believed that his choice to form an alliance with Jardine Matheson would crush other consortiums.

Li Bancheng was determined to get that piece of land.

Other consortiums can only become embellishments and companionship.

No matter what happens to Lin Yao, he is not afraid if he joins forces with other financial groups.

As for integrity, how much is integrity worth to Li Bancheng?

Your soul can be sold for profit, not to mention anything else.

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other side.

Twenty-seven capital islands!

With the Golden Triangle mercenaries in place, the war with the indigenous people officially begins!

The current Golden Triangle mercenary equipment has been fully upgraded.

The body armor is a military grade IBA "Interceptor".

This body armor is composed of Kevlar and Tevlar materials, with SAPI ballistic panels inserted inside.

Can greatly reduce the damage of 7.62mm intermediate power ammunition.

Each person is equipped with a multi-functional electronic tactical watch, which also integrates compass, timer and other functions.

During combat missions, you can know the direction, specific time, etc. immediately.

Mercenaries also carry military-grade walkie-talkies between individuals and groups.

Generally common models are American-made Nokia series.

The AK models used by mercenaries are generally lightweight versions of AKM, called AKMS.

This model uses a metal folding stock, which is lighter and more portable than the AKM model with a solid wood fixed stock.

In addition to the main weapon AK rifle, mercenaries will be equipped with self-purchased 9mm pistols.

In addition, long-range artillery of various calibers are also available.

There are even battleships, fighter jets and artillery support.

Around Twenty-Seven Capitals, the combat effectiveness of this mercenary force can crush any indigenous armed forces.

Even if Manla and regular troops come, they will still be able to fight.

The Golden Triangle mercenaries merged with the 27th City Civilian Self-Defense Force to face the natives of Manchuria.

These natives were also mixed with some military police in civilian clothes.

After all, this is a fight between Erqidu and the two major families and the natives.

The Malacca government dared not openly help the natives, but only secretly.

Although the native armed forces also had guns and cannons, they were more cold weapons.

It can be imagined how asymmetrical this war is.

Erqidu simple airport.

The fully armed mercenaries boarded the plane in an orderly and fast manner.

Six Soviet helicopters roared and pierced the sky.

This time their mission was to reach Plock Island. Malacca is a real country of ten thousand islands.

Plock Island is 50 times larger than Erqidu, with a developed economy and dense population. There are 6 million residents on the island.

The two major Chinese families in Malacca, the Zhang family and the Xu family, have lived on Plock Island for generations.

At this moment, this prosperous island is already in a mess.

Those holding cold weapons and wearing all kinds of strange clothes.

Some natives with various feathers on their heads are smashing and looting here.

At the gate of Zhang's villa, the natives were gathering, and the number of people was increasing.

At this moment, Zhang Jiabao's three sons, with their tribesmen and bodyguards, were fighting fiercely with the natives.

As the number of natives increased, the Zhang family was obviously unable to bear it.

At this time, Zhang Jiabao had not returned yet.

Zhang Jiabao's wife Chen Danhua looked anxious and kept calling Zhang Jiabao.

Zhang Jiabao told him that reinforcements would arrive soon.

However, the situation outside the villa was already precarious.

A section of the wall was even knocked down.

Zhang Jiabao's eldest son Zhang Wenping was personally directing the operation, holding an AK in his hand and shooting wildly.

Behind Zhang Wenping, there was his 17-year-old brother Zhang Wenhang, who was also holding an AK in his hand.

"Wenping, how much ammunition is left?" Chen Danhua asked.

"There are still 10,000 rounds and 50 grenades," Zhang Wenping replied.

"Take them all out, and never let them rush in."

Chen Danhua is 55 years old and has experienced a lot.

She knew what kind of humiliation her family would suffer if the villa was captured by the natives.

"Okay, mother!"

Zhang Wenping responded, and then shouted loudly: "Shoot, use up all the bullets for me, and kill these bastards!"

Da da da da da...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Boom boom boom boom...

Various firearms and grenades were fired at the gap in the villa wall.

Afterwards, the natives were killed and wounded, and then retreated like a tide crying for their parents.

The natives outside the villa could only retreat helplessly after leaving more than a dozen corpses.

"Fuck, come on, don't retreat!"

Bang bang!

Outside the villa, a middle-aged native in a suit with feathers on his head held a gun in his hand.

He shot a short man who was retreating in the head.

The man with feathers on his head was the chief of the natives, a wealthy man in Malacca, who controlled a large number of rubber plantations.

They had long been eyeing the wealth and women of the Zhang family.

In addition to his wife Chen Danhua, Zhang Jiabao also has three concubines, two sons, and five daughters, all of whom are as beautiful as flowers.

"Azaji, where are our troops?" One of the leaders asked the servant beside him.

"Chief, we'll be there soon. This time, we will definitely take down the Zhang family villa!" The servant named Azaji replied.

The next moment, there was a roar of cars.

Not far away, dust rolled up to the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Dozens of trucks and pickup trucks drove quickly towards this side.

A few minutes later, a group of soldiers in white clothes jumped off the trucks.

Then they began to line up.

These soldiers are Malacca military police, and the firepower of their weapons is very powerful, not comparable to those indigenous armed forces.

This time there are 500 people, a reinforced battalion.

Obviously, these soldiers are not here to maintain order, nor to take sides, but to attack the Zhang family directly, without even pretending.

Soon a man who looked like an officer walked up to the chief and gave him a standard military salute.

The native chief winked at the servant, and the servant quickly handed over a large bag of cash.

The chief said:

"Thank you for your hard work, Colonel Subleka!"

"Mr. Chief, it is said that the Zhang family attacked you and killed your people. I was ordered to catch the murderer!"

On the other side.

Zhang Jiabao's eldest son Zhang Wenping held a telescope and watched the native chief and the military and police chief outside bribing directly in broad daylight.

"Beasts, a bunch of beasts!"

Zhang Wenping cursed fiercely.

At this moment, there were more than 500 military and police standing outside, all armed with live ammunition.

There were machine guns and grenade launchers on those trucks.

It was obvious that the Zhang family would definitely not be able to resist these soldiers rushing in.

"Brother, fight them, we will never surrender and will not be insulted by them!" Zhang Wenhang said angrily.

More than 50 women in the Zhang family have been killed by these natives and tortured to death.

If their family members were caught, they would have a gentle end.

Therefore, the Zhang brothers would rather die in battle than surrender.

Zhang Wenping said: "Ahang, take your mother and sisters to hide in the basement first."

"I will lead people to hold them outside. If I can't hold them anymore, you can pull the grenade downstairs. Don't let them capture and torture you."

"Okay, brother!"

Zhang Wenhang nodded solemnly, and then walked into the villa.

At this time, the transaction outside had been completed.

The native chief patted the major on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Mr. Colonel, thank you for helping us catch the murderer. After the matter is done, I will give you another 100,000 US dollars."

Subleka was like a chicken blood when he heard it.

Then he turned around, raised his hand, and shouted: "Brothers, charge for me, catch all the Zhang family members!"

"Leave the women of the Zhang family to Mr. Chief to deal with, and we will take all the men away."

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers responded in unison, and each of them had a high fighting spirit.

This time, they will be rewarded by the natives for going to battle.

For these hard-working soldiers, it is definitely a good job.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, gunshots rang out.

The soldiers deployed tactical formations to encircle the Zhang family villa.

After only seven or eight minutes, more than a dozen members of the Zhang family and bodyguards died.

The ammunition was almost exhausted. .

Facing the well-trained military police, how could the Zhang family members and bodyguards be opponents?

They just fired randomly, without any tactics at all.

At this moment, Zhang Wenping, who was commanding the clansmen to defend their homeland, was desperate!

His face was full of gunpowder smoke, as if he had climbed out of a coal mine.

Looking at the soldiers rushing in like a tide, he slowly raised his gun and pointed it at his temple...

He thought that the big family that had existed for hundreds of years would be destroyed in his hands today.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, he suddenly heard a huge engine sound from the sky, like a storm.

Zhang Wenping looked puzzled.

Before he could think about it, he saw several planes diving at low altitude...

Da da da da da da...

At this time, the Mi-10 helicopter group had begun firing!

More than a dozen fire dragons tore through the sky.

They fired madly at the ground at a rate of 2,000 rounds per minute.

Six helicopters hovered in the sky, ruthlessly shooting at the 500 soldiers and the natives who surrounded the villa from different directions!

The rain of bullets poured down like hail, harvesting the lives of these people.

In just three minutes.

There were corpses everywhere outside the Zhang family villa, blood and flesh were all over the place!

Then, two helicopters went to the big trucks.

Woo woo woo...

Dropped a bunch of bombs.

Those bombs immediately caused the trucks to explode violently and flames soared into the sky. They also ignited the fuel tanks of the trucks next to them.

They also detonated other trucks together!

The scene was like doomsday!

A raging fire burned.

The truck drivers and the machine gunners were soon burned to ashes.

The scene made the soldiers lying on the ground tremble.

The helicopters in the sky had no intention of stopping at all, and they further lowered their altitude.

Hovering at low altitude for a new round of harvesting and slaughtering.

Those soldiers who tried to escape would be shot into sieves as long as they stood up.

The Malacca natives and soldiers had no power to fight back, like lambs to be slaughtered, and were completely desperate!

Ten minutes later, the helicopters formed a tactical formation.

Under the blue sky, they made a low-altitude dive and dropped bombs on the Malacca people below.

This round of firepower was even more fierce, with broken arms and limbs, black heads, and blood flying all over the sky! (End of this chapter)