Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

Mr. Fu is really angry now! He talks to these people in a nice and angrily manner, but it has no effect. He repeatedly treats himself as a soft persimmon.

After finding the dispatcher, after some negotiation, these people were all united in wanting to make more money.

Master Fu turned his head angrily, did not reply to these people, and called Jiang Shan. Without Jiang Shan's order, Master Fu could not lead his brothers to do anything violent. After all, he did not know the arrangements and plans under Jiang Shan.

After receiving a call from Mr. Fu, Jiang Shan rubbed his nose after listening: "Are you done? Ask them how much money they want. I'll take Huida and the others over to have a look later."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Shan frowned.

Are you being bullied? Is this time too low-key? Jiang Shan frowned, vomited angrily, put on his coat, said hello to Murong Yueyan, and went out to drive to the city.

On the way, Mr. Fu called back: "The driver of each car will charge 200, and the dispatcher will charge 20,000!"

In the blink of an eye, it quadrupled. I really thought my money was brought by the strong wind! Jiang Shan squinted his eyes: "It's okay, I'll be there in a minute. Let the brothers in the city gather at the headquarters. More than 20

Just people.”

When we rushed to the Shanhai Gang headquarters building, more than 20 brothers who had received the call rushed over from home. These days, they have been really frustrated.

In order not to cause friction with the Ghost Gang, Jiangshan ordered these brothers to be strictly prohibited from entering and leaving entertainment venues. If they were ordinary gangsters, they would really be unable to hold back. But these brothers who followed Mr. Fu and Jiangshan to the end, all of them are against Mr. Fu.

Brothers who are extremely loyal to the country and the Shanhai Gang naturally obey their orders and stay at home and do not go out to cause trouble.

Looking at the brothers gathered together, Jiang Shan got out of the car.

"Go to the garage, pick up some cars, and follow me to the dock. Take the guys with you!"

As soon as Jiang Shan finished speaking, these brothers who had been holding back for several days looked like hungry wolves, with their eyes shining and gearing up.

Equipped with machetes, iron rods and five consecutive sand sprays, more than 20 people entered the headquarters building and took them out from the warehouse. After all, the Shanhai Gang building is now empty, and only some brothers are left guarding the door.

Driving the car, Jiangshan asked for the location of the pier on the phone and rushed there with everyone.

Two hundred per car, so many cars, after half a month, it is definitely a huge expense, and it is also an expense beyond the budget.

After getting off the car, Jiang Shan put his hands in his pockets and nodded with Mr. Fu.

Looking at the neatly arranged forklifts not far away, Jiang Shan grinned: "That's them? Are they all here?"

"Hmm...Brother Shan, what should we do now?"

Pinching his nose, Jiang Shan exhaled, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's completely useless. Paralyzed. Where is the great monk who is our brother who eats fast and chants Buddha?" After saying that, he turned around and waved his hand. In the few cars behind, there were more than 20 people.

All the brothers walked down.

The driver and dispatcher not far away looked at this side in confusion. Jiang Shan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Go over and ask them if the fifty-one car is installed. Those who don't want to do it have two legs and two legs."

My arm was broken! Be careful and don’t let these grandsons hit you with their car!”

With that said, Jiang Shan turned back and sat back in the car, fished out a handful of small micro-flush from under the back seat, and picked it up openly.

The drivers, who were watching the excitement from a distance, saw Jiang Shan coming down with a gun, and their eyes were a little straightened at that time. However, they saw more than 20 people carrying swords, guns and sticks, rushing towards the forklift in an aggressive manner, one by one.

There was a murderous look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel anxious and uneasy in his heart.

"Fifty-one cars, do you want to do it?"

"Ah?" A driver poked his head in, dumbfounded and didn't understand the situation.

"Ah, you're paralyzed!" Without saying a word, a brother quickly jumped up, opened the door of the production truck, grabbed the driver, and with a clang, he was dragged out of the forklift and kicked from the car.

"Get down here!" The other brothers shouted angrily, holding sticks and banging on the bucket of the forklift.

The more than ten brothers who were following Mr. Fu and who were at the scene quickly returned to the trunk of the car, took out all the things, and rushed towards the dispatchers.

I also asked the driver about the dispatch of these Port Authority branches. Without even asking, he was knocked to the ground by two sticks. The leg bones of both legs were hit hard by the iron rods, and there was a constant cracking sound.

The screams of pain are even more miserable.

These brothers from the Shanhai Gang were merciless in their attacks, and the eyes of the drivers on the side almost fell out of their sockets.

"Should we load the car? Fifty-one cars!"

Jiangshan, Master Fu, and Monk Huida leaned against the car, smoking leisurely and looking coldly at the drivers not far in front of them.

"Damn, you're just shameless!" Jiang Shan smoked a cigarette and sneered.

Huida pursed his lips, glanced at Jiangshan and Master Fu, and said nothing. His eyes were a little dazed. After all, the gangsters he had been seeing on the mountain had never experienced such a big battle. He stared helplessly in front of him.

More than 20 people who were jumping around had their legs broken in the blink of an eye. They were rolling on the ground, and their arms were smashed and kicked. Monk Huida was completely shocked.

"Call and take them to the hospital. We'll cover the medical bills! Don't even think about compensation!" Jiang Shan said, waving to his brothers and sitting back in the car.

"Brother Shan, these goods?" Mr. Fu hesitantly sat in the passenger seat and asked.

"It's okay. Tell the drivers to rest for a while and start working in half an hour." Jiang Shan pointed at the truck drivers coming from all over the country with great determination and said in a deep voice.

After arranging for a few brothers to buy dinner for the truck drivers who came from out of town, Jiang Shan drove, with Master Fu as his guide, and went straight to the office of the boss of the Port Authority.

Xing Hai from the Port Authority was about to get off work when he received a call from the department manager below. Just a few minutes ago, all the dispatchers and forklift drivers at the Fourth Pier had their limbs broken.

Just as he was asking about the situation in confusion, the door of his office was pushed open, and Jiang Shan and Mr. Fu walked in slowly.

"Is this the CEO of the port company?" Jiang Shan turned around and asked Mr. Fu calmly.

"Brother Fu, what are you doing?" Xing Hai said a few words to the phone and hung up the phone with a very ugly expression on his face. Although he was very familiar with Mr. Fu, he didn't even knock on the door and barged in directly.

Xing Hai was very unhappy.

However, Jiang Shan casually stepped forward, stretched out his hand in front of Xing Hai, and said simply: "Mr. Xing, hello Jiang Shan..."

"Uh... hello, hello! Brother Shan, I've heard for a long time... what are you two?"

Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows and briefly explained the situation: "In half an hour, my cargo ship will continue to work. Mr. Xing, please take a look and arrange some decent workers. The driver will go over and start work?"

"This is really a problem. Brother Fu came to know the situation in the morning. I still want to know those drivers..."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Shan took out a pistol from his waist without hesitation, clicked, pulled hard with his left hand, loaded the bullet, and pointed the muzzle of the gun diagonally at Xing Hai's face.

"I don't understand these difficulties. Is there any problem with loading in half an hour?"

Cold sweat... flowed down Xinghai's cheeks. Who is this country in front of him and what does he do? Xinghai knows it very well. He even knows it more clearly than others.

A note to readers:

Rolling around asking for monthly tickets, my face is filled with bullshit...