Do you know how clean American police can clean the floors?

Like a dog licking it.

When Gao Jun returned to the law firm, Nie Dakuan and A Qian were straightening the sign at the door. When they saw him, they asked nervously, "A Jun, are you okay?"

Holding his arm, he looked up and down.

"It's okay, cousin, who was the one who was refuting the fire just now?"

"The big circle guys and the Burmese guys are his grandma's, a bunch of bastards." Nie Dakuan complained a lot in his tone.

Ordinary people certainly don't want to get involved with these associations. Making money and living a good life is what the Chinese want.

Gao Jun comforted him for a few words before letting him calm down.

"Where's Abang?"

This is when I finally found my son.

Gao Jun talked about the acquisition of the cannery, "I plan to let Abang help me manage it in the future."

My cousin had a complicated look on his face and sighed, "Ah Jun, you are so serious. I really don't know what to do with this guy. Yesterday, your cousin told me to ask Ah Bang to follow you to exercise..."

Gao Jun's brows jumped.

"It's okay to let him accompany you." He said carelessly.

Follow me, life or death...

After Nie Dakuan thanked him, he took the garbage to take out. A Qian raised her head and glanced at her godbrother. Gao Jun happened to look over and smiled at her. The little girl shrank her head.

"Aqian..."

"Cousin." The little girl stiffened and turned around with a half-crying smile.

Gao Jun looked amused, "Am I that scared? Are you afraid that I will eat you!"

"No, no!" A Qian waved her hands hurriedly.

"Let me ask you something, what is this big circle?"

"My godfather said they are a bunch of little gangsters. They usually hang out at the Chaoshan Restaurant in the market. He told me and Brother Abang not to go there."

Just by hearing the name of this restaurant, you can tell it is quite ruthless.

Gao Jun nodded thoughtfully, smiled and touched the other person's head, "Thank you." He took out 200 US dollars from his wallet and handed it over, "Buy some cosmetics and dress up the child. He looks very beautiful."

Forced into her hands.

"Tell your cousin that I'm going out to meet my friends."

A Qian looked at the money in her hand, then raised her head to look at Gao Jun, and whispered, "Oh."

…

I don’t know since when, clubs have become a trend. Bars, KTVs, and restaurants have become good places for clubs or big bosses to negotiate.

Two huge lion sculptures lie across the door.

Pedestrians passing by subconsciously walked away and tried not to pass by the door. Those rumors that overseas societies do not beat compatriots are nonsense.

What is a society?

Do whatever is wrong, do whatever is wrong, bully the weak and fear the strong...

Do you really think that Chinese people don’t fight Chinese people?

The brain is funny.

As the saying goes, fellow countrymen, a shot in the back.

Gao Jun looked up at the plaque, stood outside and lit a cigarette, then walked in. Two strong Asian men stood at the door, blocking the door.

"What are you doing?" One of them shouted, looking at Umbrella and the three of them cautiously.

"Of course you come to the restaurant to eat, but can you still find a woman?" Gao Jun said with a smile and pushed him away. The two strong men tried to stop him, but Bancroft glared at him and pushed him away with his body.

"It's very deserted. Let's order food."

The restaurant was quiet. Gao Jun pulled out a chair, sat down, and shouted loudly, but he could still hear the echo.

The sound of footsteps.

I saw a few heads peeking out from the second floor.

"Hey, who are you? They're causing trouble, Ah Fa, hurry up and get them out of here, let's talk about business." A steward shouted from the second floor.

The horseman downstairs responded and was about to rush up to greet people.

I saw Umbrella take out a Glock 18, put the extended magazine on it, and pull the trigger while facing the ceiling.

Have you ever seen... a submachine gun in a pistol?

The rate of fire is as high as 1200 rounds per minute!

He was hit with countless bullet holes on his body.

"I like talking about business the most, meeting your bosses." Gao Jun stood up with a smile and walked up the stairs.

Bancroft was guarding Gao Jun, also holding an Uzi submachine gun in his hand, watching warily.

As for where the weapons come from?

Arms dealer, carrying Uzi with you, isn’t it surprising?

Some electricians also carry electric test pens with them.

Carpenters carry a hammer with them...

Going up to the second floor, there were people standing in the corridor. Gao Jun smiled at them and opened the door. There were seven or eight men of different shapes sitting inside.

Everyone looked at him with unkind expressions, or rather, stared at the submachine gun in Bancroft's hand.

No matter how strong your head is, you still have to be able to withstand bullets, right?

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Sitting in the main seat was a gentle-looking man with glasses, wearing a white suit, holding the table with both hands, staring at Gao Jun.

"sorry for disturbance."

Gao Jun stood, looked at everyone, and said with a smile, "I'm here to sell goods. Let me introduce you. My surname is Gao, a close friend who solves people's problems."

Push...promote?

You carry a gun door-to-door to sell?

The man in the white suit's eyelids twitched and his cheeks trembled slightly.

Gao Jun walked over, and this action made the younger brothers nervous for a while. "Don't panic, borrow a cigarette to smoke." He said with a smile, casually picked up a pack of cigarettes with a girl on the table, held it in his mouth, and used the previous

Cigarette butt catches fire.

"I know you suffered heavy losses from the Burmese guys just now..."

"Damn it, those bastards don't respect moral principles. They agreed to fight in a river and lake without using guns. There are no rules at all." Someone complained, it was a greasy man with a bit of bald head.

Gao Jun looked at him as if he were an idiot, "Uncle, it's 1990, do you still think it's 1890? You have a gun and don't use it, just waiting to be hacked to death? He is unethical, so you must be even more unethical than him.

, He has one gun, so you have to have two, ten, or twenty guns, so that even Jesus can’t recognize him.”

"I have a batch of arms in my hand to sell to you."

"Mr. Gao, when you come to do business, you don't have to be so aggressive and bring weapons..." The man in the suit spread his hands and smiled bitterly.

If you don’t bring a gun, I’m afraid you won’t buy it!

tramp living by begging!

Is this considered... forced buying and selling?

"Isn't this for you to see the performance of weapons? Mexican drug dealers use cannons, but you still use machetes. Times have changed and we need to move closer to the international community. Are you right?"

The man in a suit looked at the grandfathers sitting there and nodded, "Mr. Gao is right, how many do you have?"

"Do you want 2,000 ak47s?"

Ga!

2000?!

Look at their expressions that they have never seen before.

Gao Jun felt a headache.

"We don't have that many people in our club."

"Just recruit if there's no one around. Why do you want me to teach you when you're in a club? I don't understand. Do you want it wholesale at a cheap price of 200 US dollars a handful?"

The man in the suit smiled helplessly, "We really don't have that many people, and if it causes trouble in the San Francisco Police Department, we will definitely not let it go."

"Then win him over! Give him money and let him go find women at night. With his ears buried in his chest, can he still hear the sounds of you making trouble?"

"The responsibility of their local police is to protect you and secure your territory!"

Gao Jun took great pains to promote this batch of goods.
To be continued...