Chapter 697

Chen Guozhong and Xiao Fu walked along the lively Chinese-style street.

Various food stalls on both sides passed by one after another.

Soon, Chen Guozhong saw a white woman sitting in front of a mirror, wearing a Chinese-style red dress, with a Chinese woman removing her makeup, then reapplying it, and finally pinning up her hair, with a hairpin with a pendant inserted into her head.

"Wow~~ so beautiful~~"

The white woman looked at the mirror in surprise.

She couldn't help but stand up, go to the large mirror, turn around, and admire her new outfit.

There is a point of view in later generations—we are all Chinese, so why can you tell at a glance who is a Chinese descendant and who is from the mainland? (For example, a certain Saint)

This has to do with the issue of makeup.

The US side prefers heavy colors to create their own makeup and styling.

While the domestic side is more plain.

Here we must mention "cultural compromise."

Many Chinese-American teenagers will imitate their white classmates' arched eyebrows and thick eyeliner to reduce the "alienation" brought about by their appearance.

In later generations, with the improvement of national strength, the radiation of influence to the world, the improvement of national self-confidence, and the rise of national trends, makeup has gradually returned, no longer blindly catering to Western aesthetics, but instead emphasizing the uniqueness of "Oriental beauty" (such as phoenix eyes, distant mountain eyebrows).

This is essentially a confident expression of local culture.

Although the culture festival that Guan Zu instructed to hold cannot fundamentally reverse this "cultural compromise to the West," the love of beauty is human nature, and no one will refuse beauty.

As long as Chinese descendants return to this kind of beauty and foreigners feel this kind of beauty, this is a reverse invasion of Chinese culture, and it is a kind of success.

Chen Guozhong and Xiao Fu hadn't grasped this level yet, but the liveliness before them and the love for Chinese culture already made them feel happy.

However,

This happiness didn't last long.

"There's a thief~!"

"Catch him quickly~~~"

I saw an African-American man very rudely snatching a tourist's bag, rushing out of the stall, and clumsily knocking over several tables and chairs.

The scene suddenly went quiet...

He rushed out all the way, wanting to blend into the crowd.

But his pitch-black skin was really eye-catching in the crowd.

More than a dozen Umbrella Corporation security personnel in black uniforms gathered from all around not far away.

They intercepted this African-American.

They held telescopic batons, surrounding him in a circle.

African-American robber: "............"

He directly took out a small knife.

Chen Guozhong wanted to take action, but was stopped by Xiao Fu.

"No need, we've encountered this kind of thing many times in the past few days. These black ghosts don't have any brains."

"With so many people, they are so eye-catching, yet they still dare to run here."

"And, they don't know any theft techniques at all, they just snatch, tsk..."

Xiao Fu was full of disdain.

It's not that the black brothers don't understand techniques, it's just that they've snatched so much, where would they need any theft techniques.

The African-American suddenly made a turn and rushed into one of the alleys.

However, what he didn't know was that there were more than a hundred security guards on the whole street, and there were security guards everywhere.

As soon as he turned into the alley, a security guard suddenly swung his telescopic baton horizontally, and the metal baton body accurately swept his knee bend.

"Ah!"

The African-American thief staggered to his knees, and the bag was thrown three meters away.

The other three security guards immediately stepped forward, crossed their telescopic batons to press his shoulders and the back of his neck, and their knees pressed against his lumbar spine.

In less than ten seconds, the struggling thief was pressed to the ground with his hands behind his back, and the metal head of the telescopic baton was pressed against the carotid artery at the back of his neck.

Two team members took out handcuffs to lock the thief's wrists, and the other two put away their telescopic batons and continued to maintain order.

"Good~~"

"Good job!"

"Great!"

The onlookers burst into applause.

Especially those Americans who were plagued by robberies, seeing the robber subdued so quickly, felt very relieved.

At the same time, they felt that Tang Renjie was full of a sense of security.

After Chen Guozhong watched this farce, he followed Xiao Fu to the place where he was staying.

200 meters away,

Wah Ching Gang Hall Master Sun Chu and Hop Shing Gang Leader Zhang Li were hiding in a private room on the second floor of the "Hongyun Building" mahjong hall in the back street of Tang Renjie.

Sun Chu stared at the surging crowd of the culture festival downstairs not far away, his fingers fiercely twisting the mahjong tiles:

"Ah Li... this Tang Renjie is too prosperous. That bastard Li Fu must have made a fortune!"

Zhang Li also had a greedy face: "Yeah, made a fortune. This whole street, all the shops, must have at least tens of millions of US dollars in kickbacks a year..."

He suddenly slapped the tiles on the table, "Brother Sun, you and I have been mixing in the Chinese district of Los Angeles for twenty years, can we just watch the fat meat being snatched away by outsiders?"

Sun Chu: "So what if I'm not reconciled? Our current strength is not as strong as theirs. Do you have any ideas?"

"Ideas, naturally the old ideas..."

Zhang Li sneered and leaned forward, lowering his voice, "I've been watching Xiao Fu for half a month. Every night at 10:30, he drives that black Chevrolet to the central avenue to pick up his woman. We just need to send people to drive a few cars to force them to stop and surround them..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture,

"Even if he's wearing a bulletproof vest, an AK47 can turn him into a sieve."

Sun Chu was tempted when he heard this.

It was too simple and unadorned, and it sounded highly practical.

"Fine! Let's do it!"

"He killed my confidant, they must die!"

Sun Chu felt a pang of heartache when he thought of Long Kai's death.

Just as the two were plotting...

Ring ring ring~~~~

Sun Chu's phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and listened for a few sentences,

"What?!"

He stood up abruptly, his face full of shock and anger,

"Frank Costello's people brought more than thirty people and raided our warehouse in Long Beach?!"

(Image from "The Departed")

At this time, intense gunfire and the screams of his subordinates came from the other end of the phone,

Sun Chu was anxious: "We have no conflict with them..."

Subordinate: "I don't know either... they suddenly came... wait... they seem to be saying we snatched his goods..."

Sun Chu was stunned.

Am I fucking crazy?

Snatch this gang's goods?

Compared to Frank Costello, Sun Chu felt he wasn't as strong as the other party and would absolutely never provoke him.

Well, he was just a character who bullied his own kind.

On the other side of the phone,

A "bang" of gunfire, followed by a busy signal.

Sun Chu held the phone to his ear for a long time, his face livid.

"Costello! I fuck!!"

Zhang Li looked at his appearance and felt secretly happy, but pretended to say: "Brother Sun, calm down, what happened?"

Sun Chu suddenly pushed him away, his eyes as red as a rabbit's: "I'll take people to wipe out that Costello's lair right now!"

He rushed out of the private room in anger, and the sound of him holding his phone and roaring at his subordinates came from the stairwell: "Get me guns! Everyone who can fight, come with me!"

After going downstairs...

Sun Chu became calmer as he walked.

His own strength was too far behind Costello's.

And Costello's sudden attack, saying he snatched Costello's goods, this point was very suspicious...

"Gather the troops first, don't take action, wait for my orders~~~"

He got into the car and left quickly.

10 minutes later...

Ring ring ring~~~~

Sun Chu's other phone rang.

He picked it up and listened for two sentences,

"What? They... killed my son..."

"Yes, the young master was in the hotel, and then two white men rushed in and threw him directly out of the building, 5 stories, he fell to his death directly..."

"I... I..."

Sun Chu suddenly felt as if his bones had been pulled out, and he went limp in the car, his face turning pale...

Followed by extreme anger.

"Assemble! Everyone assemble!"

"I want to kill that Costello!"

He roared at the driver.

On the other side, Zhang Li also left Hongyun Building and got into a Lin Ken car.

In the car, besides the driver, there was his confidant and bodyguard—Di Wu (Brother Add Money).

Di Wu was curious: "Boss, what happened to that Sun Chu just now? He seems a bit exasperated?"

Zhang Li gloated: "It's Costello's people who raided his smuggling warehouse..."

Di Wu: "Ah? Why?"

Zhang Li: "Who knows? Probably Sun Chu infringed on Costello's interests. That old man is no pushover."

The car drove along...

Turning onto the coastal avenue, the streetlights cast long, thin shadows on the car windows.

Driver Old Wang suddenly gripped the steering wheel tightly: "Boss, there's a car following us!"

Zhang Li sat up straight abruptly. Outside the rear window, three pickup trucks were approaching like evil wolves.

"There's a problem!"

The three became vigilant immediately,

And hurriedly took out guns from inside the car.

Just at this moment, the African-American's AK47 on the pickup truck had already spat fire from behind, and bullets hit the Lin Ken car with a crackle,

A large piece of glass shattered.

"Accelerate!"

Zhang Li roared, the veins on his forehead bulging, and he picked up his gun to fight back, but was soon forced to crouch down and hold his head.

Old Wang slammed on the accelerator, and the Lin Ken sedan let out a roar like a beast, but the pickup truck was faster, and one of them directly rammed into the rear of the car.

The huge impact caused the car to lose control, drawing a half-circle arc on the road, and it slammed fiercely into the roadside guardrail.

Di Wu pushed open the deformed car door and dragged Zhang Li out of the car: "Boss, run! I'll cover the rear!"

He raised his gun and fired continuously, and the gunmen on the pickup truck fell to the ground. But more bullets came like raindrops, and blood flowers bloomed on Di Wu's chest, and he staggered to his knees.

"Ah Wu!" Zhang Li's eyes turned red, and he wanted to rush over to pull him, but was held back tightly by the driver Old Wang:

"Boss! Run!"

The two scrambled into the alley next to them.

Zhang Li looked back and saw the Lin Ken sedan explode in a sea of fire, reflecting Di Wu's falling figure.

He saw the African-American gunmen and the tattoos on their necks.

He recognized them.

"Isaac!!"

Zhang Li roared.

(From "Romeo Must Die")

Zhang Li wiped the blood off his face in anger and followed Old Wang into the darkness.

"Quick! Go around from here!" Old Wang dragged Zhang Li into an alley filled with trash cans.

Zhang Li panted heavily, his leather shoes stepping on broken glass, making a harsh sound, and the cursing of the Bloods gang behind him got closer and closer.

"Boss, I'll go lure them away!"

Just as Old Wang finished speaking...

"Bang!"

A bullet accurately penetrated Old Wang's forehead, and the old man didn't even have time to groan before he fell straight to the ground.

Zhang Li widened his eyes, watching the blood flowers explode from the back of Old Wang's head.

A man wearing glasses walked out of the shadows.

Zhang Li pressed his back against the damp brick wall, looking at this yellow-skinned person in front of him.

Why is it yellow skin?

Not white or black?

A flash of light flashed through his mind.

"Is... is it Li Fu who sent you?"

"Correct, but unfortunately, no prize!"

Abu raised his gun.

Zhang Li suddenly erupted, grabbed the trash can on the ground, and prepared to smash it over...

Bang~~~~

The bullet had already penetrated his heart a step earlier!

Zhang Li lost all his strength, fell to the ground, blood kept flowing from his chest, and his brain still had a few dozen seconds of vitality.

In his mind, various images flashed constantly: Sun Chu's gang being attacked, himself being attacked...

"Could it be that all of this was planned by the Umbrella Corporation behind the scenes?"

"Sowing discord, killing us... not only can they kill our two gangs, but they also have no suspicion at all, and they can completely take over the Chinese forces?"

His vitality was dissipating,

One last thought remained in his mind:

"It's legal, and it's innocent!"

"This Umbrella Corporation is even darker than us!"

Abu left quickly,

Then Mike, one of Isaac's subordinates, arrived quickly and saw the two corpses in the box.

He looked at the other partners who hadn't arrived yet.

A flash of inspiration hit him, and he aimed at the two corpses and fired several shots.

Bang bang bang~~~~

When the others arrived, he shouted loudly:

"I killed them!"

"I killed them!"

This credit, I'll take it! Jie jie jie~~~~~

Mike himself was an ambitious person. If it weren't for the Umbrella Corporation, he would have eventually killed his boss and then taken the position himself.

On the other side,

When Sun Chu led his troops to rush towards Costello's territory, he soon calmed down again.

If his son is dead, he's dead.

He still had another son, Han Xing, although he was serving a sentence in China, he was still his son.

He still had the prime of his life to enjoy. If he just rushed over like this, it was more likely that he would be the one to die.

"Go back~~~"

He gave an order,

And he led his people back to his territory again.

However, he was cowardly, but Costello wouldn't be. When doing things, one naturally has to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, so that night Costello sent dozens of gunmen to directly besiege Sun Chu's villa and wiped Sun Chu out completely.

A new day,

Chen Guozhong got up.

Then Xiao Fu told him about last night's operation.

"What?"

"Both gangs are done for?"

Chen Guozhong was directly speechless.

Family, who understands!

I was still preparing to come to the US to have a good "freedom" session, but it turned out I had nothing to do?

Didn't I come to the US in vain?!

In the next few days,

Chen Guozhong took a plane to New York...

And here in Los Angeles, the situation was changing rapidly.

With the deaths of Zhang Li and Sun Chu, the Hop Shing Gang and the Wah Ching Gang were leaderless, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and the gangs disintegrated.

The Umbrella Corporation took the opportunity to occupy all the territory in Tang Renjie.

Tang Renjie, all in one color!

They sent people to push forward and signed management contracts with each merchant.

All merchants welcomed them and signed happily!

The Umbrella Corporation has arrived, prosperity is here! Security is here! Wealth is here!

Subsequently,

Xiao Fu began to promote the Chinese Culture Festival activities throughout Tang Renjie.

Then he found a Democratic Party TV station to constantly run advertisements, shaping Tang Renjie into a safe, lively, and fun night market image.

Through this subtle means, the cultural image of China gradually took root in people's hearts!

Rooftop!

Seeing the rooftop again!

Los Angeles Police Chief Kunnan, and Dignam also came.

As well as Billy, who had been undercover at the Umbrella Corporation for 3 months.

"Last week, four gangs fought, which were two Chinese gangs, as well as Costello's gang and Isaac's gang..."

"In the end, both Chinese gangs were wiped out."

"After the incident, we investigated the cause of the incident and found that the two Chinese gangs ran to snatch the goods of these two gangs..."

"The cause was bizarre, and the ending was also bizarre..."

"What does it look like? It's like the two Chinese gangs ran to seek death."

"And the beneficiaries, besides Costello's gang and Isaac's gang, there is another beneficiary, which is the Umbrella Corporation."

Kunnan said while looking at Billy,

"Billy, you've been by that Li Fu's side for 3 months now."

"And you're still his secretary."

"Don't you have any clues at all?"

"No!"

Billy said very affirmatively: "I haven't discovered anything."

"The Umbrella Corporation has always been doing good deeds."

"Always maintaining public security."

During this period, he was the clearest about the changes in Tang Renjie, and it could be said that he experienced it personally. He turned a chaotic Tang Renjie into a lively, safe, and prosperous area in just three months.

He has always wanted to be a good person, and the Umbrella Corporation perfectly fits this point.

Billy said seriously: "From my current contact, I don't think they are the kind of people who would do this kind of thing."

Kunnan: "............"

Dignam: "............"

The two frowned and looked at Billy.

Kunnan said seriously: "Billy, I think you've been seduced by the devil and fallen!"

"Also, don't you realize that the Chinese cultural image they are promoting is harming our citizens?"

(End of chapter)