Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Harmed by the person who hired them?

Amidst the cries of misery at the scene, the surviving small-time gangsters began to think with their simple brains.

That's right, if they hadn't taken this job, they wouldn't have needed to come to the capital, and so many wouldn't have been killed or injured. The other side was too ruthless, showing no mercy. Although their Kitchen Knife Gang wasn't afraid of offending the other party, needlessly provoking such a god of death wasn't a good choice for them either.

Seeing these guys starting to think, Qin Yang continued to bluff: "Do you know my identity?"

"Aren't you just the boss of a company?"

"You wouldn't dare! This is a society ruled by law. You wouldn't dare kill me directly?"

"I already said, I'm not the boss of an ordinary company. I can kill you without any trouble. Want to try?"

"Try what?"

"Lin Ge, give me the machine gun and blow his head off!" Qin Yang said to Lin Heping on the tank turret.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Do you guys who play with kitchen knives know about tank machine guns?" Qin Yang said: "The one installed on this kind of turret is a 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun, which can directly blow a person's head off. Everyone else, stay away!"

Whoosh! The small-time gangsters scattered instantly. Big Lockhead looked at the dark muzzle and was also a little frightened: "Why would you kill me directly? I'm your prisoner now. Shouldn't I be treated with leniency?"

"Yes, of course, leniency, but you're not willing to be a prisoner. You're trying to run away. When you run, we only plan to scare you with a machine gun. Who would have thought you'd be so blind and use your head to block the bullets? A bullet costs three yuan. You don't need to pay for it. We'll spend another two yuan to send you to the crematorium."

"Yes, I saw it. He was fleeing in fear of punishment," Zhang Chao said from the side.

Clang! Lin Heping pulled the bolt.

"How about it, do you believe what I'm saying now?" Qin Yang looked at Big Lockhead: "I know you Kitchen Knife Gang are a bunch of heroes who keep their promises, but it depends on the situation, right? Someone wants to use my hand to get rid of you. Why don't you believe it?"

"Okay, then tell me, what company are you the boss of?" Big Lockhead asked through gritted teeth.

"Fangbei Company. Have you heard of it? From small arms and ammunition to large aircraft and artillery, it's all within our business scope," Qin Yang said: "Those who do business with us are all big bosses. Even those bigwigs with faces you see in the newspapers are good friends of mine. Is someone like me someone your Kitchen Knife Gang can deal with? Do you believe that if I just make a phone call, the army will be dispatched and your Kitchen Knife Gang will be uprooted?"

Looking at the tanks all around, Big Lockhead couldn't help but believe it. He gritted his teeth: "President Qin, if you want to turn hostility into friendship, it's possible. As long as you sell our Kitchen Knife Gang a batch of arms and ammunition, we'll be friends in the future."

Zhang Chao frowned. These guys already dared to rob on the road with just kitchen knives. If they had arms and ammunition, wouldn't they become kings themselves?

Yangzi definitely couldn't agree to this condition.

"You're my prisoners now, and I can kill you at any time. You still want me to sell you arms and ammunition? Are you kidding me?" Qin Yang said: "What's in your heads, you guys? Poop? Lin Ge, blow his head off and let me see."

Seeing Qin Yang's finger pointing at his head, Big Lockhead's pants got even wetter.

"The conditions should be set by me," Qin Yang said: "As long as you go back and kill the person who hired you, I'll give you a Type 54 pistol."

"Really?" Big Lockhead widened his eyes. He would never have thought there would be such a reversal.

"Really. As long as you do well, not to mention a Type 54, even an AK is fine," Qin Yang said, taking out a handful of large bills from his pocket and scattering them casually.

"Take this money to treat those who are injured and buy coffins for those who died," he said, walking towards the Hummer: "Everyone, disperse!"

"President Qin, are you really planning to let them go?" Zhang Chao couldn't react.

"Those of us in this business always have to do both wet and dry work," Qin Yang said in a very low voice, but the small-time gangsters pricked up their ears and could still hear clearly.

"I also know that they were instigated, so there's no need to kill them all. As long as they do well this time, they can follow our company and live the good life in the future. Those small deals worth a few million can be left to them."

A few million is still a small deal? Big Lockhead widened his eyes. Seeing the tanks around him starting to retreat, the other party was indeed doing big business. The Kitchen Knife Gang would follow President Qin in the future, and it would be enough to do some small deals worth a few million.

This time, the employer only gave them 30,000 yuan to cut Qin Yang! President Qin scattered 20,000 yuan of pocket money on the ground!

In the future, following President Qin, they would live the good life!

"Quick, pick up all the money." Watching the Hummer leave, Big Lockhead finally came back to his senses from his thoughts: "Arrange things for the brothers, and then we'll go chop that damn employer! Damn it, daring to trick our Kitchen Knife Gang, we have to chop him to death!"

Capital Military Academy.

"Why didn't President Qin come to participate in our war game today?" Wang Chongming looked at the people around him: "Didn't he say he was going to conduct tactical discussions and see what naval warfare tactics should be adopted?"

"I heard President Qin is in the hospital."

"The hospital?"

"Yes, on the way here, he encountered a group of people holding kitchen knives and robbing on the road. President Qin was sent to the hospital after being injured by them and is undergoing surgery."

"Is that so? How could this happen? Is President Qin seriously injured? Should we go see him?"

"I don't know, but they said President Qin needs to rest and we don't need to visit him."

Good, it really worked! It's best if Qin Yang is chopped to death! Wang Chongming was excited all day. When the day's work was over, he left the Military Academy and returned to his home.

Because he no longer had power, Wang Chongming no longer had a special car. He rode a 28 bicycle to work, which was good, low-key, and good for exercising.

However, just as he was passing an alley, a person stood in front of him.

The middleman, Lao Huang?

Why is he looking for me at this time? Shouldn't he run as far as possible?

Something's wrong!

One, two, three… five or six people stood out from around.

"Lao Huang, what are you going to do?"

"Chop him to death!" Big Lockhead drew out his kitchen knife and rushed towards Wang Chongming. The other small-time gangsters also rushed over. This was the kind of action that belonged to their level!

Chopping melons and vegetables, flowing smoothly.