Chapter 244 Bullets fired by children are equally deadly.

Chapter 244 Bullets fired by children are equally deadly.

After the words fell, the entire high table fell into a deathly silence. Only the heavy breathing and stunned eyes could reveal the inner turmoil of everyone.

Bang!

Zheng Jirong threw the head in his hand on the dining table. The head turned around a few times on the table and then stopped. Pablo's facial features, which were severely distorted by pain, were facing everyone on the table.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Zheng Jirong, who was sprayed with blood, looked at everyone on the chair one by one. After seeing that they were all silent, he grinned and asked:

"Why so serious?"

At the head of the table, a man in a suit with a stern face said after seeing all this, he said unhappily: "Do you know that the rules of the High Table strictly prohibit council members from killing each other? You committed a serious crime as soon as you entered the council! "

"Oh? There is such a rule."

Zheng Jirong wiped his bloody hands with a napkin and looked up at the man after hearing his words.

Vincent Corleone is the third-generation godfather of the North American Hi-Hand Party. His family has a very large influence in the political and business circles of the entire United States. He can be said to be one of the most powerful directors of the High Table.

He then said nonchalantly: "Mr. Corleone may not know that there is a saying in my country called "He who doesn't know is not guilty", so Elder, you won't punish me because I killed Pablo, right? "

When the elder who was staring closely at Pablo's head on the table heard this, he raised his lips and said, "Mr. Zheng's identity as director was just confirmed a few minutes ago. It's normal that he doesn't know the rules of our high table, so The High Table will not be particularly hard-pressed by this incident."

Corleone couldn't help but frowned when he heard this. He was a very disciplined person, so he hated people like Zheng Jirong who broke the rules wantonly. But just as he was about to say something, other voices came from the table.

"Mr. Zheng, Pablo just made fun of your race and country, and you cut off his head with a knife in front of so many of us. Don't you think it's inappropriate?"

The speaker was an old black man. Zheng Jirong had read his information. This man was Sloan, the leader of the Brotherhood, the largest assassin organization in North America. It is said that the assassins in their organization can turn bullets.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said, "What I hate the most is someone talking non-stop during meetings. Ever since I came in, this damn guy hasn't stopped talking."

"As soon as I sat down, this guy started talking, babbling, and chirping, as if there was a fly, no, a bunch of flies surrounding me."

"So I can only cut off this fly's head and let the world be clean for a while."

"Haha", Sloan smiled and said to Zheng Jirong: "It's no big deal for you to kill Pablo, but do you know how powerful he is in Colombia? The armed forces of tens of thousands of people are not yours." An ordinary Hi-Bang club can solve this problem."

After Zheng Jirong heard this, he nodded solemnly. He pointed at the old black man and said seriously: "You old guy is right, but you still know too little about me."

He leaned forward slightly and said sternly to Sloan opposite: "There is a saying in my country called 'Eradicate the grass'. I think there is no one in the world who has the heart and ability to avenge Pablo."

"What do you mean?" Vincent Corleone asked seriously.

After Zheng Jirong glanced at him indifferently, he raised his palm and patted it twice.

The main door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, and dozens of men wearing combat uniforms and black masks walked in quickly and orderly. Each of them had a submachine gun hanging on their chest. After entering the hall, the first For a time, the high table was tightly surrounded.

"Director Zheng, what do you want to do?!" Vincent Corleone asked angrily after seeing this scene.

Not only him, but also everyone else at the table saw that they were surrounded by a group of masked combat troops with guns. They all stood up and shouted to Zheng Jirong:

"You are not allowed to bring any subordinates to the board meeting. Mr. Zheng, what do you mean?"

"Boy, you've already caused big trouble by killing Pablo. If you're smart, don't continue to provoke us."

"This guy must be from GCD! Faq, I said at the beginning that directors should not be elected in Asia!"

It's not that they have little knowledge and are afraid of Zheng Jirong. There are so many people present, including the youngest Gianna. In fact, everyone is an executioner with blood on their hands. Killing is a common occurrence for them. .

It's just that Zheng Jirong cut off the head of Latin America's largest DU tycoon with a special knife in front of all of them because someone insulted his race a few minutes ago. This guy is obviously an extreme person. elements, who knows if he will let his subordinates shoot and kill them all if he gets hot-headed now.

"Shhh"

Zheng Jirong raised his finger to his lips. After everyone calmed down, he shouted, "Axi, bring your things in."

A few seconds later, a man with his face also covered walked in carrying a bulging sack.

After seeing Zheng Jirong nodding towards her, Xu Xi opened the bag and poured out all the contents.

After everyone in the council saw what was in the bag, they all showed surprise and astonishment.

Head!

The bag was filled with human heads, men, women and children, all of them of Latin American appearance.

Zheng Jirong lit a cigar and said calmly: "Everyone who has the ability to avenge Pablo was killed by my men last night. This is what we Orientals often say [cutting the grass and eradicating the roots]. Do you understand now? ?”

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Everyone fell silent after hearing this. With the power of the Medellin Group in Colombia, Zheng Jirong actually sent people to behead all the leaders. If it were their place.

At this moment, all of them thought one thing clearly, this Easterner was far stronger than they thought.

"Director Zheng, you are too cruel," Vincent Corleone pointed at a few young heads on the ground and said, "They are just children and have no ability to take revenge!"

"Grass"

After hearing his words, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but sneered: "Do you think that everyone will take your identity as the third-generation godfather seriously?"

"Do I need you, a loser who relies on family inheritance to become a godfather, to teach me how to do things?!"

"I heard that your grandfather Vito Corleone usually likes to reason with others." Zheng Jirong pointed at him and said coldly: "I will tell you a truth today. The bullets fired from a child's gun are not the same as those shot from an adult's gun. The bullets fired from it are equally deadly!"

"Do you understand? Idiot!"

"You!!!" Vincent Corleone was furious. Since the death of his uncle's second-generation godfather, Mike Corleone, no one has dared to speak to him like this for many years. Why does this oriental boy have the right to do so.

"Hahahaha, Director Zheng is really amazing."

At this time, a short man at the table suddenly applauded and praised: "I didn't expect that the largest DU trafficking group in the entire Latin American world would be dismantled by you alone. I don't think they will know how they offended Mr. Zheng until they die. of."

"I am Guzman. If Director Zheng has time to come to Mexico, I will definitely entertain you."

Zheng Jirong glanced at the man who spoke, [El Chapo] Guzman, the largest DU tycoon in Mexico. He and Pablo jointly monopolized 80% of the DU products market in North America. This time, all the partners of the Medellin Group were born. Death, the happiest person is this guy.

Although Zheng Jirong didn't have much fondness for these foreign DU dealers, as long as these guys didn't offend him, he didn't bother to touch them. After all, the DU products they sold would never be circulated in his territory.

After smiling and greeting this guy, he looked at the elder at the head of the table and said, "Now that Pablo's matter has been perfectly resolved, we should be able to talk about something else."

After the elder glanced at the heads on the ground, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "There is something that you may not know yet. Just yesterday during the day, Pablo sent several waves of people because he was dissatisfied with Mr. Zheng's joining the council. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough to assassinate him, and Mr. Zheng took care of everything. Therefore, Pablo was actually at fault in this matter, and Director Zheng was just passively fighting back."

After hearing his words, many people at the table glanced at the elder and Zheng Jirong meaningfully. It seemed that the elder was also involved in Pablo's death this time.

At this time, the elder continued: "Now that Mr. Zheng's identity as director has been confirmed, the next thing to talk about is the Continental Hotel."

"High Table will build a brand new mainland hotel on Hong Kong Island. The specific address has been selected by Mr. Zheng. The amount is about 50 million US dollars. This money"

"Fifty million US dollars?!" Vincent Corleone asked in surprise: "Did I hear that right? A hotel costs fifty million US dollars? Are all the rocks on your Hong Kong Island made of gold? Japanese people can't afford the Empire State Building. It only cost 40 million!”

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong chuckled and said: "Mr. Corleone is a bit unusual and strange. This fifty million US dollars is not for me. As the first and only mainland hotel in Asia, it naturally has to be more impressive. Otherwise, how could it be possible?" Does it reflect the strength of our high table?”

The elder followed up and said: "This money will be allocated from the killer fund at the high table after the meeting. You can check it out then. In addition, there is one more thing."

He hesitated and said directly: "The regional situation in Hong Kong Island is extremely tense. Not only does it have the largest number of spies in the world, but the private gangs are also very complex. Therefore, in order for the mainland hotel to operate normally and safely, we gave Zheng this time The directors’ shares will not be the usual 5% but 50%.”,

"Walter?"

"Elder, are you kidding? Your suggestion is inappropriate."

"Fifty percent? Doesn't that mean that all the killer employees in the Hong Kong Continental Hotel will take orders from him in the future?"

"I will never agree to this!"

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