No one was interested in playing polo with Wang Haicong. His performance was frightening. For the Wang brothers and sisters in Hong Kong, it was a danger to stay in Beijing. God knew if he would encounter an inexplicable car accident or other disaster. Since the other party promised that Wang Xijue was still alive, their sadness and anger disappeared without an excuse to continue to get angry. In fact, they dared to go north to seek revenge, but because of the blood thicker than water, the situation was the same as the Wang family in the north and south. This indifferent family affection was now thinner than water, and there was nothing to expect.

Karen and Wang Xilin left in shame, with panic and hope, hoping to get news from their elder brother Wang Xijue after returning to Hong Kong.

Liu Kunlun didn't understand very much, so he asked, "Where is Wang Xijue?"

"How do I know where it is?"

"Then did you kill him?"

"He refused to come to Beijing and refused to die by himself, so what do you think?" Wang Haicong gave an ambiguous answer.

"Shouldn't businessmen be honest and honest? Why do I feel that our Wang family is like the underworld?" Liu Kunlun sighed.

"The Wang family started with Wang Qian. He was the last big boss in Hong Kong. Now those clubs are all small fish compared to our Wang family. Even the New Yian 14k is the same. Our Wang family has made great contributions to the return. Of course, these have changed. Now we are the law-abiding businessmen. We do not bully people, but we have also preserved the strength to not be bullied. Do you understand if I say this?" Wang Haicong gave him a reasonable explanation.

Liu Kunlun was relieved. The answer was very consistent with expectations. Otherwise, he would not be able to understand that a young man in his twenties, such as Wang Haicong, would be so mature and ruthless. He was sent abroad to train at the age of six, and the classes he received were not just education at Harrow School and Cambridge University.

"If Wang Xijue didn't show up, will they come to you again?" This was Liu Kunlun's last question.

"He is always OK to send an email." Wang Haicong patted his younger brother's arm, "Don't worry about the dead, go ride a horse, I'll perform dressage for you. By the way, I will play this Olympics, you have to support me."

"You? Olympics? What are you performing?"

"Don't say anything anymore, dressage, representing China in competition."

"So elegant?"

Wang Haicong stopped: "By the way, when it comes to elegant, I really want to have some vulgarity. I heard that you brought Xiaohong too. I will treat her to dinner if you have the chance. This kid is quite funny."

...

Opportunities are created by people, and Wang Haicong quickly created opportunities to "invite" Xiaohong for dinner. During the meal, there were Wang Haicong's friends from all walks of life. These people were either rich or noble, and basically had experience studying abroad, but their experience was not as deep as Wang Haicong.

Xiaohong didn't come alone. Chunjiu was afraid that she would be bullied and followed her. During the meal, everyone kept teasing Xiaohong. The most favorite questions were Xiaohong's father's profession and Xiaohong's choice of spouse.

"What kind of job does your dad do?"

"My dad is a cadre." Xiaohong was proud and fearless.

"What level of cadres are there?"

"The accountant in the village."

Everyone laughed so hard that they fell back and forth. Xiaohong explained seriously that the accountants in the village are different from those in the factory. They not only care about money, but also many things. The money and people in the village are all controlled by the accountant. Whoever child has the final say in the household registration and has a fake age to borrow a student status?

"Okay Xiaohong, we admit that the accountant is a high-ranking official, and you are also a child of a high-ranking official. Do you have any requirements for choosing a spouse?" asked the girl sitting next to Wang Haicong.

Xiaohong said shamelessly: "You must study abroad for bridge construction, and you are over 1.8 meters tall. You like to drink coffee and can ride horses."

Everyone was amazed secretly that this country girl in her seventeen or eighteen had a set of things and had a high taste.

The girl said curiously: "Do you like engineering boys very much? What are your special hobbies for bridge construction?"

"My brother Cong is learning to build bridges." Xiaohong said to Wang Haicong, everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter. It turned out that Xiaohong understood Cambridge University as a construction bridge.

"Do you like drinking coffee very much? Which kind of coffee do you like?" The girl became addicted and continued to tease Xiaohong.

"I only like one type of coffee, Nestle." Xiaohong answered seriously.

Everyone was hilarious again because everyone knew that Wang Haicong liked to drink coffee. He also made some cat shit coffee to treat him two days ago. Xiaohong's ideal partner was Cong Shao, so he began to tease Wang Haicong and asked him if he usually drinks Nestle and whether he should add a partner.

Xiaohong lived up to expectations and became the focus. She was not nervous and had a kind of courage and arrogance that was fearless. Chunjiu wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. She quietly pulled Xiaohong's sleeve to let her pay attention to the influence.

"My sister, I have a idea." Xiaohong took the chopsticks to pick up delicious food and picked up the food while everyone else was talking.

On the way back, two girls sat on the bus and chatted. Chunjiu said, "Xiaohong, you are a silly child, so you will be a joke."

"My sister, it's not certain who treats anyone as a joke. They have never suffered or suffered any sins. I don't know the hardships of the poor. If my family is as rich as theirs, I will not be worse than them." Xiaohong was so open-minded that she looked indifferent.

"Sister is so distressed." Chunjiu said.

"What do you think I feel sorry for? There is a lot of meat, which makes people laugh. My sister, we are all children from poor families. We are half a head shorter than others when we are born. If you want to catch up, you can't think too much. In the end, you can't lose anything." The seventeen-year-old Xiaohong looked at the scenery outside the car window and said something philosophical.

Outside the car window is the magnificent Tiananmen Gate, with red flags flying and tourists everywhere. The chairman on the city tower is silently staring at the world.

...

Zang Hai had never played with guns and was trying to get a meat. Liu Kunlun himself was itchy, so he asked Li Ming to arrange a group to shoot targets at the Northern International Shooting Range in Changping. There are many types of guns here, but bullets are very expensive, especially when the automatic rifle is shot, it is like spilling RMB.

As he was fighting, Liu Kunlun's gun addiction was caught and he asked Li Ming if he could get a gun.

"It's better to be PPK, I've used it."

"Mr. Kun, it's best not to touch a gun, especially in Beijing. You have sharp weapons and a murderous intention arises. If you touch someone on the street one day and you take out the gun, it's a big deal. It's not that we can't handle it, it's unnecessary." Li Ming advised that he knew Liu Kunlun's glorious history, and that there were more than ten lives in his hands. If he had a gun on his body, he might have caused a great disaster.

Liu Kunlun understood the butler's good intentions and never mentioned this again.

The next day, Wang Haicong called and said that you like to play with guns. I'll take you there to enjoy, you have to be prepared.

"What preparations are made?" Liu Kunlun became excited when he heard this. Wang Haicong's arrangement must be very fun.

"Be prepared to be sore when your shoulders are hit by recoil, your body is covered with gun oil and gun smoke. The bullets are pressed until the hands are hurt, and the gun is frigid."

"You didn't contact any troops, did you?" Liu Kunlun immediately guessed that with Wang Haicong's connections and abilities, he must have found a military shooting range to enjoy it.

"Even so, it's not the kind you think. Take your passport to the airport, GOGOGO!"

Liu Kunlun immediately took Zang Hai straight to the capital airport. The Wang family's private plane was ready to go. Wang Haicong and a group of followers were already on the plane. Liu Kunlun noticed that the people Cong Ge brought this time were more powerful, not tall, not tall, not powerful, but a young man who was about 1.7 meters tall. This is the most typical Chinese-style elite soldiers, special forces soldiers trained for thousands of times.

Sure enough, Wang Haicong said that these were all shooting coaches I found and retired special forces.

Liu Kunlun greeted them, but the soldiers and kings all ignored them, with arrogance in their eyes.

The plane took off and headed south, with troops participating, and Liu Kunlun was even more sure that the destination of the trip was the army camp, but why did he bring his passport?

The Gulfstream G550 flew for a long time, and Wang Haicong took the helm for a while. After returning to the cabin, he announced: "It's now over the high seas, and you'll arrive at your destination soon."

Liu Kunlun glanced at his watch and judged that this place was south of Hong Kong based on the flight time, so the destination was either Vietnam or the Philippines.

The plane continued to fly for an hour and began to descend to altitude. The former special forces began to change their clothes. They were originally dressed in a temperate northern dress with T-shirts and down jackets. When they arrived in the tropical areas, they covered an American jungle camouflage outside. The sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up seriously, and the sneakers on their feet were replaced with military boots with canvas waists.

The airport is very small and does not look like a civilian airport for passenger aircraft to take off and land. There are several military-green helicopters parked on the apron, the type commonly found in Vietnam war films, and an older small propeller aircraft with a slim wing of organic cannons.

"This is the Philippine Air Force Airport in Mindanao. Don't be afraid, they are all your own people." Wang Haicong patted Liu Kunlun's shoulder, "My father has invested here for many years and is a good friend to General Santiago."

It is purely unnecessary to bring a passport. No one checked the passport at the military airport. A team of off-road vehicles parked on the runway to greet the guests. All of them were the most durable Toyota LC76. After the guests got on the bus, an armed soldier of a platoon also got on the jeep. An American M151 jeep overtakes from the shoulder of the road. There was an M2 heavy machine gun on the car, and the bullets were all real guys. The dark-faced soldiers wore fishermen's hats and shouted in words that they couldn't understand. It turned out that they were going to go to the front to lead the way.

"Brother Kunlun, I can enjoy it this time." Zang Hai rubbed his hands excitedly.

Liu Kunlun was vaguely worried that the emperor was far away, what if something happened?

Facts proved that his worries were redundant. The Wang family was in a far-reaching power here, with oil wells on the sea, casinos and hotels on the ground. General Santiago was an old friend who had worked with him for many years. Wang Haicong's son inherited his father's business and was a relative of the general. The general was dressed in military uniform, a green short-sleeved shirt and military uniform were covered with medals, and the hat, collar and flower buttons were all shining with golden light. He was said to have contact with the Wang family when he was a lieutenant. If he had no financial support from the Wang family, he would not have become a general.

The general prepared shooting ranges and weapons for them. The Philippines is a relatively backward country. Mutiny and coups often occur. The military's weapons and equipment are outdated, but it is a blessing for weapons enthusiasts. The US military's weapons during World War II are still active equipment here. Garland, * and even M1903 are everywhere, not to mention the latest American and European individual weapons.

There are even Chinese guns here, including Bayi Bar and Five Six and Half Five Six Fly. I don’t know where they flowed into the Philippines. Anyway, the bullet tubes are enough, and the bullets are brought in boxes. Soldiers help pry them open, then open the iron box inside, tear off the oil paper, and press them into the magazine one by one, serving them. There is no problem of the bullet pressing to the hands when the bullet is pressed.

Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai made a big fuss, and after thousands of bullets were fired, the soldier Wang from the country began to teach them how to fight in practice, mainly in close-range battles in the CQB. Although Liu Kunlun had practical experience, he was purely a wild path and received professional education twice the result with half the effort.

Later, when Liu Kunlun got along with the soldiers, he realized that they were not retired personnel, but active soldiers who were on vacation specially invited by Wang Haicong. They were not wielded by their skills, but were not wielded by the guidance of famous Israeli teachers and fought in Xinjiang in actual combat.

After three days of training, everyone set out again and still headed deep into the jungle under the escort of military vehicles.

"What are we going to do?" Liu Kunlun asked Wang Haicong. The two brothers were sitting in the back row of the LC76, wearing pistols on their waists, wearing Philippine Army uniforms, and painted on their faces. They looked no different from those of the locals.
Chapter completed!