Chapter 405: Ace Bodyguard

With the help of Chen Jiajun, Ma Zhihua vanished directly from the police's field of vision.

Whether it was the police, the Independent Commission Against Corruption, or the Securities and Futures Commission, everyone came up empty-handed.

Meanwhile, inside a factory next to the New Territories Pier.

Ma Zhihua and his two subordinates had all been brought here.

Upon entering, the first thing they saw was that old fellow, Sima Xiang.

"Boss, this is the boss of that Lian Guang stock!" Fei Guoxiong whispered.

Ma Zhihua suddenly remembered that he had previously wanted to use Sima Xiang's company to launder money, and had sent men to teach the old fellow a lesson.

"Mr. Sima, I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding between us..." Ma Zhihua straightened his clothes, still wanting to negotiate terms with Sima Xiang.

Sima Xiang sneered, and the Information Officer behind him shot Ma Zhihua in the knee.

The intense pain made him scream instantly, scaring Xu Wei and Fei Guoxiong, who were standing nearby, into a shiver.

Sima Xiang said indifferently: "If you had used legitimate methods, I wouldn't mind playing along with you! But you chose to use these kinds of tactics, and you didn't even bother to ask which Boss I, Sima Xiang, follow!"

Taking the handgun handed over by the Information Officer, Sima Xiang stepped on Ma Zhihua's head and said coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

Ma Zhihua's face was covered in dust, and he was terrified. He hurriedly said to Sima Xiang: "Wait, wait, you can't kill me! If you kill me, you'll have trouble too! I work for the South American Drug Lords; if there's no one to launder money for them, they'll come looking for you to cause trouble!"

"Heh, South American Drug Lords, are they very impressive?" Sima Xiang said indifferently: "Don't forget, this is Hong Kong!"

After speaking, Sima Xiang fired directly, blowing Ma Zhihua's head apart.

However, being a refined man after all, Sima Xiang still felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing the corpse of Ma Zhihua with his head blown off.

He had never participated in such things before, but this time it had threatened his own wife and children, which was what made Sima Xiang exceptionally furious! He had personally finished off this bastard! "Brother Xiang, what should we do with these two?" the Information Officer asked, looking at Xu Wei and Fei Guoxiong with malicious intent.

Sima Xiang waved his hand and said, looking somewhat exhausted: "Just do as the Boss did in the past!"

The Information Officer nodded and said: "Understood!"

As he spoke, he gestured, and immediately someone tied the two up and stuffed them into a gasoline drum.

No matter how they howled, they were filled with cement and then thrown into the sea.

After taking his revenge, Sima Xiang walked out of the factory.

At this time, the three members of the monitoring team were waiting outside with their families.

Liang Junyi said to Sima Xiang: "We have done everything you asked us to do!"

Sima Xiang nodded and took a cashier's check from his pocket: "A Swiss Bank cashier's check for thirty million US dollars; it's enough for you all to leave Hong Kong and start a new life."

Liang Junyi took the check with a complex expression, then turned and left.

After Sima Xiang settled the matters here, he returned to Guojun to report to Chen Jiajun.

"Is everything settled?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile when he saw Sima Xiang arrive.

Sima Xiang nodded: "To be honest, it was my first time doing something like this, I almost threw up!"

"You'll get used to it after throwing up a few times!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Sima Xiang gave a wry smile and said: "By the way, Boss, this Ma Zhihua seems to be deeply colluding with those South American drug lords. I estimate they might come to Hong Kong..."

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "If he dares to die, I dare to bury him! Hong Kong isn't a place where any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come and stir up trouble anymore! You don't need to worry about this kind of thing. I'll give you a vacation for a while; go to Brunei to accompany your wife and children!"

"Thank you, Big Boss!" Sima Xiang nodded, stood up, and left.

After Sima Xiang left, Chen Jiajun dialed Silva's number to inquire about the situation with those drug lords in South Asia.

Unexpectedly, the intelligence network Silva had established in the United States was actually quite useful; he soon found out the background of the drug lords colluding with Ma Zhihua.

"Boss, the guy you mentioned who is colluding with Ma Zhihua to launder black money is from the Medellin Cartel! Their boss is now Pablo Escobar."

"This guy is currently the most powerful among the several drug trafficking groups in Colombia. He has plenty of money and men, and he even wants to run for president!"

Hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun revealed a strange look.

After all, this person seemed to be a very famous figure too! It was just that Chen Jiajun hadn't expected him to have laundered money all the way to Hong Kong.

Silva continued: "This guy is extremely arrogant. Since you killed his agent, he definitely won't let it go! Should we strike first?"

Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "No rush, let's play with him! I want to see what kind of methods this Pablo actually has! Is he as impressive as the rumors say?"

"That's fine, I will send people to keep an eye on the movements of the Medellin Cartel!" Silva said with a smile: "I will notify you immediately once there is news!"

However, deep down, Chen Jiajun did not take Pablo seriously.

Although most of his forces had been relocated to Brunei to hold the fort.

He still had many elites under his command, and there were mercenaries from the Guojun Security Company that could be called upon at any time.

Chen Jiajun could afford to fight even a small-scale war.

After all, the Soviet Union had already begun trading with Brunei, and a batch of equipment for initial use was being loaded onto ships to be sent to Brunei.

With this equipment from the Soviet Union, Chen Jiajun would be able to turn Brunei into an iron fortress!

With things settled at home, Chen Jiajun planned to take a trip to the United States to have a good talk with Cao Weicai. Hong Kong's trade logistics, finance, industry and commerce, and tourism could be said to be the four pillar industries.

But they had great limitations, which was that the place was too small, and there was no stage for Chen Jiajun to display his talents.

With Chen Jiajun's current net worth, he had almost reached the level of Hong Kong's top tycoons.

However, the road ahead was already blocked.

Because the England Gweilo had already blocked it off; if he wanted to develop, he would at least have to wait until after the handover to have a possibility.

And it was only the early nineties now; the handover was still at least several years away.

Chen Jiajun didn't want to waste so much time, so he could only expand outward.

After settling the matters at home, Chen Jiajun took his people and headed directly to the United States.

Florida, Miami.

Cao Weicai had already been staying here for several months.

It had to be said that the life of beaches, sunshine, and beauties was very pleasant.

However, after staying for a long time, Cao Weicai felt it was no longer interesting.

He was not a person content with enjoyment, so after his vacation ended, he planned to carefully consider his next steps for development.

After all, he still had quite a bit of money in his hands, and this sum was enough for him to make a big move here.

After finishing his phone call with Chen Jiajun, he learned that his Boss would be arriving soon.

Cao Weicai said goodbye to the enthusiastic Latin lady by his side, gave her a generous "tour guide" fee, and then grabbed his suit to head to the airport to pick him up.

Halfway through the drive, Cao Weicai noticed several black cars appearing ahead.

Judging by the posture, they were either transporting some important cargo or escorting some important prisoner.

Cao Weicai had no choice but to slow down and let these black cars pass.

He was a cautious person and did not want to get involved in anything that carried any danger at all.

However, according to Murphy's Law, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

Just as the escorting black cars were parallel to Cao Weicai's vehicle, a sudden, massive explosion rang out.

The sky-high flames flipped one of the cars in the convoy right over.

Then, a series of gunshots erupted, and they began firing indiscriminately at the black cars.

And Cao Weicai's vehicle happened to be within the opponent's firing range.

The moment his car was knocked flying, Cao Weicai covered his head with both hands.

Although the airbag saved his life, it also pinned him tightly into the car seat.

The dizziness in his head made it hard for him to see the road ahead clearly, but after hearing the intense gunfire outside, he pinched himself hard to force himself to wake up.

He then unbuckled his seatbelt, intending to crawl out of the car.

He dared not start the car at this moment; he would definitely become a target immediately.

But just at this moment, a bald Black man suddenly rushed into his passenger seat.

Then bullets swept toward them, nearly causing Cao Weicai to kick the bucket on the spot! Cao Weicai was so furious! Just as he was about to curse, he discovered that this Black man was actually holding a gun.

With no other choice, he could only swallow the profanities in his mouth.

"Hey, brother, drive! Otherwise, we're both going to die!" the Black man said to Cao Weicai.

"SHIT! If you hadn't come in, I wouldn't have had any problems!" Cao Weicai roared, then shifted directly into reverse, preparing to back his car out.

A group of guys wearing police uniforms had already begun exchanging fire with the bandits and had no time to manage the small movements over here for the moment.

Unfortunately, Cao Weicai didn't dare to lift his head at all and could only lower his head to drive by instinct.

Sure enough, he soon crashed into a street lamp on the side of the road and stopped.

The Black man said anxiously, "I'm telling you, buddy, can you do it or not! If you can't, let me do it!"

"F*** your mother!" Cao Weicai cursed through gritted teeth and started the car again.

At this moment, the back door of the car was opened again, and a policewoman also ran in, panting.

Cao Weicai felt like ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping through his heart on the spot, and he shouted directly, "Do you f***ing have no cars to sit in? Why are you all getting into mine!"

"Alright buddy, stop complaining, just drive! Those useless cops can't hold them off!" the Black man urged.

Cao Weicai had no choice; he slammed on the gas and sped away from the scene with the two of them.

The policewoman said to Cao Weicai, "I know of a Safe House, it's right nearby!" (End of chapter)