Chapter 822: : I, Tang Dao, have the final say!

London. Police station.

The people from the fraternity were all arrested, so that there was a lot of noise here.

"Superintendent Barlow, the chief asked you to go to his office." The female police officer at the front desk who was helping to sort out the interrogation documents raised her hand and called out to the senior superintendent who was sitting in her office.

In the British police rank system, the senior superintendent is only at the fourth level. In some towns or unimportant cities, it is enough to hold a leadership position, but in London, it is just an errand.

Barlow nodded, got up and was about to go in. Suddenly, the policewoman who answered the call stood up, "There's a homicide in Chinatown, and there's another gangster fighting."

It's been less than an hour since I came back.

Barlow, who was in charge over there, was stunned, and then his face was gloomy. He knew that the hundreds of people later must have caused trouble. Damn it, he should have left some people there. If something happened again, the director must think he didn't handle it. , have great doubts about their abilities.

He hesitated for a while, but went to the director's office to report first.

As soon as I entered, I was scolded by the other party, "How do you do things? There was a fight in Chinatown, do you know how many people died? 17! Just now the hospital called me and 7 more people died, these **** people Asians, can't you just be quiet?"

Such racially discriminatory remarks were naturally blocked by Barlow.

"If you can't control Chinatown, then get out and guard the seawall!" The director said angrily, pointing outside.

Of course, Barlow is reluctant to part with this place. The merchant association in Chinatown will donate money every month. Most of the money goes into the pocket of the director, but as the main person in charge of that area, he is a bit divided, and it can be worth thousands of dollars every month. , their living conditions have changed.

But is a senior superintendent only worth so much?

Barlow went out of the office, ordered the troops of his team, hesitated for a while, and applied for a shotgun, a Remington 87, invincible to sprayers at close range!

It's funny to say, this one is from Eagle Sauce.

There were a lot of people this time, and Barlow even put on a body armor, sat in the co-pilot, took out the warning light from the storage compartment, put it on the roof, and ran through the red light along the way.

The police station is about half an hour away from Chinatown.

He drove in directly, and when it was really inconvenient to drive, he called his colleagues to get out of the car, and rushed towards a building with a weapon, but just ran two steps, when seven or eight smoking men who were squatting at the door suddenly stood up. Get up, raise your hands, and shout loudly in English, "I killed someone, I surrender myself, and I apply for legal aid."

Barlow: "??? NMB!"

He first signaled to control these people first, and led them in by himself.

This is the office of Yuebang in Chinatown. It is in a mess. There is a man lying at the elevator entrance, with a machete stuck in his chest, staring. The back of his suit was chopped into several pieces with a knife. The meat was turned over.

"Go up and have a look." Barlow led the people up the stairs.

There were two or three corpses in the corridor, lifeless, and in the general manager's office, half-covered, lay a girl wearing a skirt on the ground, the fatal wound was on the neck.

"Fack!" Barlow cursed, with his waist down, walked out of the building with a black face, and walked up to a man who surrendered, with a left uppercut, he was knocked to the ground, and then he grabbed the collar and pressed it against the car hood on, "Where are the others!"

The man who was beaten was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he took a mouthful of old blood-stained phlegm, and spat on the ground, "You wait to be complained, Mr. Barlow!"

He directly called out the opponent's name.

This made Barlow startled. At this moment, his colleagues went up and stopped him. These people seemed to be difficult to mess with. If he really tried to fight again, he would be complained, and he would be demoted or even suspended!

The law also protects scum, of course, this scum knows the law.

If you understand the laws of a country, you are called a rich man. If you understand the laws of most countries in the world, you are called a rich man. You know how to use them. If you succeed, you are called a capitalist. If you fail, you are called a traitor.

The others who were arrested were not nervous at all, instead they were chatting and laughing. The death penalty has long been eliminated in the UK, so why not just kill people? It costs 150,000 US dollars per person, and it is more comfortable inside than outside.

Among the world's criminal groups commented by the British media, the Brotherhood is ranked among the top four in the world in the underworld, together with Mao Xiong's Tomahawk, the Italian Mafia, and the gradually whitewashed Hongmen.

Therefore, when they go in, they are covered by people in the prison. If they come out, the organization will let them serve as small leaders of a certain area.

There are still people rushing to do this job.

As long as the boss is strong, I will kill people. Why do you say that there are my boss's fingerprints on it? Don't care, I killed it anyway. I surrender. You just want to solve the case.

Barlow was very angry and hammered on the front of the car with one hand, and could only take it away with a muffled sound.

"Here comes the note again, Dad."

Chen Wending's personality was unstable, he hurried into Chen Bingchao's office, and said in a hurry.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Be careful. You're such an old man. Your son is about to graduate from college. You still look like this as a father." Chen Bingchao looked at his younger son and groaned, and after a reprimand, he asked, " What happened again?"

"Father, the members of the Yue Gang in the building were all hacked to death!" Chen Wending was very timid after being reprimanded, but when he mentioned the matter, his tone came up.

Chen Bingchao frowned, "So cruel?!"

At this time, Chen Wenbang also came in from the outside, and he asked his son, "Have you found any news?"

"Found it."

The eldest son's eyes were shocked and a bit complicated, "This man is Nicholas Tang, the boss of the Savior Company!"

Tang Dao's identity is so easy to find, it's all over the news media.

"?? No way, brother." Chen Wending was stunned. Even if he was ignorant, he still understood the name of the Savior Company. Barings Bank was acquired by them, and the Chen family was also one of the victims of the bank, but fortunately survived Not much, hundreds of thousands of dollars lost.

Moreover, his favorite Rolls-Royce is owned by them!

Although Chen Bingchao looked very calm, he was actually more surprised than anyone else. He had already guessed about his identity. Of course, he would not think that he was a rich second generation. Is it full of respect?

Which second generation can have such a great ability?

"Besides, those people, I found out, belong to the fraternity." Chen Wenbang is impeccable in his work, which makes Chen Wending envious from the sidelines, but he is not stupid, knowing that the prosperity of the family is related to how much he can do. Chic and unrestrained, he has no intention of competing with the boss for status.

This person is still alive and clear.

If his son is capable in the future, the boss will not treat him badly.

A family is a community of interests bound together by blood.

"It seems that I am really old, and my old eyes don't recognize real dragons." Chen Bingchao took a long breath and said to his eldest son, "If there is any other news, if possible, my Chen family must go to the hospital." This boat!"

Chen Wenbang nodded to make it clear.

At this time, Tang Dao had already boarded the plane to Liverpool.

Holding a photo of Wu Kaisun in his hand, he commented, "This is really ugly, there are no teeth."

The little angel and the others on the side didn't gnaw. Why doesn't the other party have teeth? Don't you count the boss?

Tang Dao just glanced at it, twisted the photo into a ball and stretched it behind him. The bodyguard sitting behind quickly took over the "garbage". He crossed his legs and took a magazine. That's football, and with it, women.

In Playboy, there is a woman posing with a football in her arms. Tang Dao is addicted to watching, "This football is really big."

Hester Theodore glanced to the side, remembered the name, and made arrangements as soon as he got off the plane.

"Is there any news from Somalia?" Boss Tang asked suddenly.

"Oh, no, but I have contacts. The first phase of the house will probably take more than two months to move in."

Somalia’s housing requirements are not high, and high-rise buildings are definitely not good. Now the requirements are only two floors, each building can accommodate about 10 households, and the space is a minimum of 150 square meters for each household. There is enough space. Sometimes, it can be occupied by snipers and machine gunners, and the wall panels use two layers, which cannot be pierced by ordinary bullets. Only when the interior is stable will we consider building high-rise buildings.

This is good news. Let the residents move in, and more open space can be used.

It took two and a half hours to arrive in Liverpool, and when he came down the escalator, he heard someone calling him. Three or four Asians came running from the front, and they were obviously not ordinary people who could walk to the airport.

They were blocked by bodyguards. The leading man was not tall, but he had a distinctive appearance, and his eyes looked fierce. He stood outside, "Mr. Tang, we belong to the Black Dragon Society. Let's talk to you about Chinatown in London. "

Tang Dao didn't stop, just said a few words to Hester Theodore, then nodded and walked towards them, he smiled and told the bodyguards to stop, "Gentlemen, the boss asked me to give you a message. "

"Please tell me." The man frowned. He looked at Tang Dao's back, feeling resentful and helpless at being ignored.

"In the future, Chinatown in England~www.wuxiaspot.com~The fraternity will have the final say!"

"How is it possible!" The man and his companions all had ugly faces. This is the territory of the Black Dragon Club, and the annual income is very considerable, who is willing to give up?

Hester Theodore didn't say much to him, but just nodded, "Then think about it, I hope it can be resolved peacefully."

What do you mean by that?

If you disagree, start a war!

Hester Theodore followed up with his bodyguards, leaving these Yuezi with ugly faces. Their Black Dragon Society has a long history, and they are of the same blood as the foot pot chicken. They came in during World War II, but now The relationship is long gone, but because of some interests, there is still a rush.

This time they actually want to solve the problem. It is best not to conflict with the brotherhood. The savior company standing behind this is an arms seller. They have money. You earn money by robbing land and beating people to death , it is not enough for others to sell a fighter jet.

But looking at Tang Dao's conditions and appearance, he is strong!

"Let's go back and discuss with Hanoi. If we don't agree, then prepare." The short man is the representative of the Black Dragon Society in the UK. He knows the strength of the Brotherhood, but it is impossible to give it up directly. Otherwise, how can he look at yourself?

The big deal... the prime minister can kill Tang Dao!

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