Since you want to play, I will play with you so much.

Hou Wenjun, who was lying on the ground, pushed Yan Dong away beside him, endured the pain in his chest and slowly got up from the ground. He looked at Yan Dong beside him and Chen Ke'er who was already scared and smiled slightly, "Thank you for saving me. Ke'er seems that you can't have dinner with you tonight. Believe me, your Nanfang Big Brother is not a bad guy, he is just a little stupid."

As he said that, he ignored the three people who were not by his side, pressed their possible broken chests and walked towards the hotel lobby across the street.

While walking, Hou Wenjun thought about the plan he had just come up with. As Hou Wenjun was getting closer and closer to the hotel lobby, the smile on his face became more and more intense.

I don’t know if the idiom that was decided by the proclamation is true, Hou Wenjun wants to try it.

Hou Wenjun, who walked to the front desk of the hotel, called Kosov, "I need your help, my partner. Someone threatened my power in Southeast Asia. This is not good news for me, and the same is true for you."

Kosov on the other end of the phone was silent for nearly ten seconds before he said to the phone, "As long as it is within my ability, my partner, I will definitely help you."

"Okay, Kosov, you won't regret your decision today. Help me prepare a plane and a red carpet, gather your army and drive out whatever chariot you put in the warehouse for some breathing..." Hou Wenjun briefly explained his request.

Kosov was stunned for a moment and then said, "Do you want to go to war with people? Do you want me to gather the army?"

Hou Wenjun laughed and said, "Yes, my partner, if I hadn't been wearing a bullet vest just now, I think I'd already called you in hell now. Send a car to the hotel to pick me up." After that, Hou Wenjun hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up Kosov's phone number, Hou Wenjun called Ivankov again.

"I'm in trouble and need your strength. Give me the best photographer and your secret police team." Without greetings, Hou Wenjun quickly expressed his request. He knew that Ivankov would help him.

Sure enough, Ivankov said without any hesitation, "No problem, but I also need to explain to my superiors. I think I can have another bank account in Istanbul."

Hou Wenjun, who hung up the phone, looked at Yan Dong and Hong Weiguo and smiled and said, "I'm going to the room to continue calling now. I think you need to communicate with your superiors too. By the way, please tell him by the way, Hou Wenjun is not a street slut." As he said that, Hou Wenjun handed the phone in his hand to Yan Dong.

16 hours after Hou Wenjun was shot, he was in a military camp at a military airport on the outskirts of Kiev.

With the arrival of trucks and tanks, a large number of soldiers were gathering here.

Hou Wenjun, standing in the airport tower, was discussing something with a middle-aged Ukrainian man standing beside him with a camera hanging on his chest.

Kosov, who was sitting behind Hou Wenjun, looked at Ivankov beside him and smiled helplessly, "I actually agreed to his request, am I crazy?"

Ivankov laughed and said, "For the sake of the US dollar, you dare to sell nuclear weapons, not to mention such a simple small request. Kosov's proposal today reminded me of one thing. Since there are so many equipment in your warehouse, can we cooperate?"

Kosov glanced at Hou Wenjun, who was standing in front and discussing things with the photographer, and curled his lips and did not answer Ivankov's words.

At the same time, the tow truck below the airport was pulling a giant transport plane towards the middle of the plane runway. After the plane stopped at the designated location, the soldiers around the big guy also began to gather. The pilots who could drive armored vehicles and the Soviet T80 main battle tanks also began to drive these land beasts who had been in the warehouse for a long time to both sides of the airport runway.

Four MiG29 fighter jets above their heads also roared over the airport. Hou Wenjun, who was ready, turned around and looked at Kosov and Ivankov beside him and said, "There is no problem with you?"

Kosov shrugged and looked at Hou Wenjun and said, "Don't worry, Comrade Antonovich has agreed to my suggestion and promised that Ivankov and I have conducted a joint simulation exercise."

When Hou Wenjun heard this, he didn't say anything, turned around and walked down the tower. His plan to pose for the photo was officially implemented from this moment.

Hou Wenjun's plan to pose is very simple, just a photo, a photo of him walking down the hanging ladder from the cabin. The background of this photo is the four MiG fighters in the sky and soldiers and tanks on the ground.

Hou Wenjun, who is proficient in hype, is planning to create an image of a military strongman for himself this time, a photo that makes him look majestic and domineering.

This photo will be distributed through the newspaper media under Hou Wenjun's Gionee Group. He wants all Hong Kong people (Young and Dangerous) to know that he is no longer a person of the same level as them.

18 hours after Hou Wenjun was shot, the editors of two newspapers under Gionee Media, who had received the group's notification, were sitting in the headquarters conference room chatting.

"Beep, squeak"

The sound of the fax machine reminded them that what they were waiting for was coming.

20 hours after Hou Wenjun was shot, the sky in Hong Kong began to lit up gray at 5 a.m.

A van drove quickly to a newsstand at the street intersection in Mong Kok and stopped. The door of the van was pulled open from inside. A thick stack of newspapers had been thrown out by the people in the van.

The newsstand owner looked at the newspaper that was thrown at his feet and waved to the people in the van. Seeing the boss' sign of receiving the goods, the van started again and drove towards the next newsstand.

The owner of the newsstand leaned over and lifted the newspaper and sat back on the small stool in front of his newsstand, and began to organize the newspapers in different categories.

A huge photo on the front page of Gionai Daily caught the boss's attention. In the middle of the photo, a huge military aircraft was parked. A carpet extended from the bottom of the picture to the bottom of the cabin ladder. A young man walking down from the stairs was waving his hands to the soldiers lined up on both sides of the carpet below. The plane ran to the surroundings were filled with various war vehicles and tanks. Outside the photo, there were thousands of troops and a torrent of steel. The scene of a rush of steel was rushing to the face.

Well, at the beginning, the boss only thought that the general of which country was inspecting the troops. What really attracted the boss's attention was the title above: Hou Wenjun.

The curious boss didn't bother to sort the remaining newspapers, and excitedly pulled out a Gionee Daily newspaper and started reading it himself.

The front page of Gionai Daily is about this photo that occupies most of the page and a line of inexplicable text "Hou Wenjun is about to return to Hong Kong from Ukraine" and a line of small words below "Before Hou Wenjun returns to Hong Kong."

At this point, there was no other text or explanation in the entire newspaper. The newsstand owner who had carefully searched and searched twice did not find any reports on the front page in the newspaper.

Love Lenovo, opening your brain is something that humans in any period love to dare to do. Seeing such blurry photos of information, the newsstand owner also opened his brain.

Yes, there have been rumors among Hong Kong people that Hou Wenjun has a private army, or that there is a legend that Hou Wenjun can mobilize the army.

As time goes by, as more and more people see newspapers under Gionee Media, various rumors about Hou Wenjun also arose.

In a tea restaurant in Tsingdong

A group of gangsters who used breakfast as late-night snacks were playing and pushing open the door of this tea restaurant.

"Little beauty, I want an ice-fire pineapple oil and frozen lemon." The group of gangsters sat unscrupulously on the dining table in the middle of the tea restaurant. One of the gangsters with a golden retriever dyed at their boss's daughter, Xiaoli, who was still in high school.

The boss who was helping in the kitchen heard the sound outside and immediately stretched out his head and shouted at the golden retriever, "Golden Retriever, you are looking for death. You are shouting here early in the morning."

Xiaoli, who came to help her father write meals every morning, gradually adapted to the group of young and dandy guys who came to Tsingdong to play. She knew that they were Lianji people and shouted to Ah Hu.

Pumping waterfa looked at the little sister who was writing the meal, and smiled helplessly at her and said, "I want a B meal. Xiaoli, you have to make it clear. It's this guy who is screaming. Don't put the wrong person when putting the 'thing' in the meal later." He said that, pointing to the yellow-haired sitting beside him.

"Yes, I want a B meal, remember, the B meal is clean." The dock immediately agreed.

After hearing the two of them, Xiaoli smiled and said, "I understand, I spit in the pineapple oil in a while."

Jinjuqiang laughed and said, "It's okay, as long as you are yours, it's okay to saliva."

When Xiaoli heard the Jinhuqiang's teasing, her face turned red immediately. After she finished writing the meal, she ran back to the kitchen quickly.

Looking at Xiaoli who was embarrassed, the Golden Retrievers and the other two burst into laughter again.

The office workers who were eating breakfast and reading the newspaper were watching the three people shouting, saying to themselves with dissatisfaction, "Now there are more and more gangsters who are not aware of the so-called gangsters. Others are also sluts, they are also sluts. They are really disgraceful of the boss."

Jin Qiuqiang, who was sitting next to the office worker, happened to hear his self-talk and immediately stood up and walked to him, slammed the table and yelled, "Boy, you are so arrogant. I want you to care if I joke with my little sister. I think you want to be beaten."

Piaoshuifa and the dock also stood up with Jinjuqiang and helped Jinjuqiang cheer, "Boy, where are you doing? You speak so arrogantly?" "Does he really think I dare not kill you in broad daylight."

If he was an ordinary office worker, he would have been scared by the three of them. This guy was different. He picked up the newspaper in his hand and shook it in front of the three of them, "Do you recognize words? The one above is my boss." He pointed to Hou Wenjun who was waving his hand in the middle of the newspaper photo and continued, "How come the young and dandy are amazing, I am from Gionee Group."

When Jinhuqiang was about to say something, he pulled him to the office worker opposite him and said, "Damn, a company, our own people, we are from Lianji. You lend me the newspaper to see. No matter how you say it is our old boss, I want to see his news." As he said, he kept picking up the newspaper from the young office worker.

After gently pulling Jinhu Qiang and the dock, he took the two of them back to his chair and read the contents in the newspaper.

The more I looked, the more I became more and more anxious I was. I picked up the paper on the table and wiped the sweat on my head. Then I looked at the two people beside me and whispered, "You two have worked hard on the big head. Now I have to implement the family law when I come back." It turned out that this big head is Ah Hu's direct brother, the one who cleaned up the big head's body that night.

The golden retriever on the side snatched the newspaper and searched it carefully and said, "Why don't we run away."

The dock who used to be a Kwai Tsing shook his head and whispered to the two of them, "Where are you going to run? Southeast Asia is full of old-top people. Go to the United States and Europe. Do you have the money to run?" As he said that, he seemed to remember something and pointed to the soldiers who were obviously full of white people in the newspaper and continued, "I don't think you need to go to Europe. I'm afraid you will die faster when you go there. Even tanks and fighter planes have been dispatched."

As the dock said, the three of them fell into silence.

He was not a fool to fight against Hou Wenjun. He just listened to Chen Ce’s and the other two and thought Hou Wenjun really got up with their support (the time when Geng Biao defended Hong Kong and defeated the Colombian forces, Chen Ce and the other two said that their contribution was that they dispatched the army to support Hou Wenjun). Moreover, the three of them repeatedly stated that Hou Wenjun was dead in Ukraine, so he dared to follow Ah Hu to fight against Hou Wenjun (including Chen Zhichao was not in Hong Kong at that time).

The scammed so badly quit immediately. He gritted his teeth and looked at the two of them and said cruelly, "Instead of waiting for the old man to come back to implement the family law, we might as well start the first move and kill Ah Hu and Ah Long. Anyway, we are the three of us who dealt with the big head corpse. As long as we kill them, no one knows that we will also be involved in the big head."

Hearing the words of pumping water, Jinhuqiang and the docks looked at each other and nodded almost at the same time, "When will you do it?" "Let's do it now?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Shifa shook his head and looked around and said, "Go back and prepare for the guy first, and discuss it in detail later." As he said that, he took out a banknote from his jeans pocket and placed it on the table, and led the two of them out of the tea restaurant quickly.

Xiaoli, who came out with the food, looked at the three of them leaving behind. To be precise, behind Jin Qiuqiang's back, she put away the 50 yuan on the table in disappointment and brought the food back to the kitchen.

Although the three of them were very quiet just now, Ma Jun, a young office worker who has been studying martial arts since childhood and has been smart in his eyes, still heard the conversation between the three. He had been trying to make a name for himself, and looking at the backs of the three of them, he found that his chance had come.

Seeing the three of them going out, Ma Jun hurriedly took out a 20-yuan banknote from his bag and put it on the table. He was always stingy this time, and he didn't care about making changes. He hurriedly followed the three of them and walked out of the tea restaurant gate.

Sorry, Wei
Chapter completed!