Chapter 295

Anyway, Mao Xiong was selling everything now; as long as you had money, you were absolutely the boss. Plus, with the White Widow's channels, transporting it to Hong Kong wouldn't be a problem.

Ni Yongyao immediately made a decision.

"Huo Hu, call the White Widow."

Ni Yongyao ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

Huo Hu took out his phone, quickly dialed the White Widow's number, and then handed the phone to Ni Yongyao's ear.

"Mr. Ni?"

The White Widow's voice came through the speaker, carrying an alluring tone.

"I need a factory capable of producing military vehicles; do you have any connections?"

Ni Yongyao didn't engage in small talk with the White Widow and asked straight to the point.

"Military vehicles? You intend to produce military vehicles?"

The White Widow asked.

"I have that idea; I recently obtained a patent for a military vehicle."

Ni Yongyao briefly explained the situation.

"How come it feels like you can get your hands on any good thing over there."

The White Widow said in surprise.

From the moment she met Ni Yongyao, he had constantly brought her surprises, refreshing her perception of him time and time again.

"As for military vehicle factories, the condition of every factory is very good; I haven't heard of any that intend to sell."

The White Widow said.

A military vehicle factory was, after all, different from a weapons factory; weapons couldn't be sold if there was no war and could only mold in the warehouse.

But a military vehicle factory was different; even if they didn't build military vehicles, they could take some civilian orders to alleviate financial pressure, and they could survive even in the current environment of Mao Xiong.

"Find a way; I know you have one."

Ni Yongyao said; with the White Widow's methods, turning a well-functioning military factory into a non-performing asset to be packaged and sold was simply the easiest thing.

"I can help you, but you must thank me properly next time we meet."

The White Widow said.

"As long as the factory is transported to Hong Kong, everything is negotiable."

Ni Yongyao said faintly; if it were an ordinary person, they really wouldn't be able to handle the White Widow, as the combat power of Mao Xiong women was truly fierce.

However, Ni Yongyao possessed four times the stamina and double the strength, so handling the White Widow was still easy; he could handle even a few more.

"Then it's a deal."

The White Widow said.

New Territories, outskirts.

An abandoned car repair shop.

Several cars were parked on the weed-covered ground, the car doors opened, and two groups of people walked out.

One side had South Asian faces, and the leader was none other than one of the four major gambling lords, Abbas.

The other side was a group of foreigners.

Clearly, this was a white goods transaction; Abbas was preparing to purchase a batch of white goods from the foreigners.

As the Ni family's sphere of influence continued to expand, more and more places prohibited white goods.

Under these circumstances, it actually made Abbas's business even more prosperous.

Those drug addicts couldn't buy goods in the Ni family's territory and could only seek out Abbas and the others.

"The goods are good; the money is all here."

Abbas verified the purity of the white goods, nodded in satisfaction, and then ordered his underlings to hand over several suitcases to the foreigners.

Just as both sides were about to reach a deal, a tall figure walked over slowly.

"Who is it!"

Abbas and the foreigners became nervous instantly, and they all pulled out their weapons.

"Boss, it seems like there's only one person?"

Abbas's subordinate said.

The person who appeared before both sides was naturally McCall.

Facing the muzzles of Abbas and the others, McCall didn't panic in the slightest; he first glanced at Abbas to confirm the target.

Then, with a flick of his hands, two round grenades were thrown into the crowd.

Boom!

McCall's timing was extremely precise; the grenades exploded above the crowd, and a large amount of steel ball shrapnel scattered and splashed, instantly causing more than ten people to fall.

Most of them were hit in vital areas and stopped breathing on the spot.

A few lucky ones were also clutching their wounds and screaming.

"Damn it, kill him!"

Abbas hadn't expected that McCall, who had suddenly appeared, would cause such heavy casualties to his men, and he was instantly furious.

But before Abbas could fire, McCall's movements were faster than all of them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

McCall pulled out two handguns and opened fire continuously.

Even in the dead of night, every shot hit its mark.

Abbas's men, as well as the foreigners' side, couldn't even lift their heads in the face of McCall's terrifyingly precise marksmanship, let alone counterattack.

By the time the two magazines were empty, only Abbas remained alive at the scene.

"Wait, who exactly are you..."

Abbas looked at the corpses all over the ground, and seeing McCall walking toward him unhurriedly, he almost wet his pants in fear.

However, McCall had no intention of chatting with Abbas; he raised his handgun and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang.

Accompanied by a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared in the center of Abbas's forehead, and he fell down with dull eyes.

Until he died, Abbas hadn't figured out who McCall was.

Nor did he know when he had offended such a ruthless person.

After killing Abbas, McCall took out his phone and called the Butcher, asking him to bring the Cleaner team over to handle the aftermath.

He then left directly.

From start to finish, McCall's expression hadn't changed at all; killing was just a simple job for him, no different from frying fries.

PS: The new book is setting sail; I humbly beg you all to cast some flowers, evaluation tickets, and monthly tickets!........

Even a single flower, a single evaluation ticket, or a single monthly ticket will do............. ===== CHAPTER 297 =====