From arms dealer to king of war

Boss Qiao spent three days huddled in the farm...

During this period, he went to the scene to watch Big Mouth Don's speech, and assisted the FBI's Ressler in sealing off the surrounding area, which made the FBI agent finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he asked lawyer Vagli to go to Washington with the contract, but he just stayed in the hotel and refused to formally sign the contract.

A guy claiming to be the head of the Pentagon called him several times, but he wouldn't move.

By the fourth day, when thousands of people had gathered at the entrance of P·B Farm, the actions of 'those people' began.

First, when an FBI spokesperson was interviewed by the media, he gave an official explanation for P.B.'s "reckless" action that night.

The general meaning is that PB's actions were authorized by the Department of Homeland Security and the FBI. At the same time, PB also cooperated with the Secret Service and was responsible for protecting the safety of Big Mouth Tang.

So although there are regrets, it is within a reasonable range!

The purpose of the FBI's rhetoric is to stop the media from pursuing P.B.'s affairs, and to let those troublemaking gangsters go home as soon as possible.

But who knew that this statement would arouse the dissatisfaction of more black people. Many leaders of "Black Lives Matter" jumped out to give interviews and demanded severe punishment of P·B.

If they don't get what they want, their march won't stop.

The New Jersey state government was blocked, the New Jersey police headquarters was blocked, the county police offices were blocked, and then several business districts encountered serious riots.

This is the bad thing about gangsters. Once they gather in crowds, 80% of the time they will cause riots, ranging from going to a convenience store to grab a few packs of cigarettes to vandalizing and looting along the street.

And this kind of commotion began to spread to the direction of the white house in Washington, making the black guy who had high hopes from black people anxious.

The game here is very interesting...

If only a few women were rescued in the operation that night, then even if P·B's operation was authorized, it would be doomed to disaster.

The judicial flexibility in the United States is greater than anyone imagined, and sometimes "public opinion" can really convict a company.

But that night, Boss Qiao and the others rescued a dozen kidnapped children...

Except for the six children who were used to coerce women into being suicide bombers, the other children were the children of New Jersey public facility managers and even government employees.

Stadium security, parking attendants, county police, government employees, food truck owners...

Through the parents of those children, a clear terrorist attack route can be drawn up.

Think about what if a suicide bomber walked into the crowd, think about the consequences of those extremely terrifying shaped bombs exploding in the crowd. Black people who obstruct "law enforcement" will not be welcomed.

The most important thing is that P·B ensures the safety of Dazuitang.

No matter how much Big Mouth Tang is disliked by the media, he still represents a class.

So whether those at the top are willing or not, they have to admit that although P.B.'s approach is extreme, the actual results are indeed very good.

Because compared to the consequences of a terrorist attack, "painful" doesn't seem to be unacceptable.

The only group that was unacceptable was black people, so a game was created.

After discovering that simple protests could not gain enough support, these guys began to use violence, trying to make people compromise by causing damage.

Various politicians and social activists who were not well-informed or knew what was going on but wanted to gain attention also came forward.

‘Black Lives Matter’ is not simply political correctness, but under the electoral system like the United States, the number of black people has reached a point where they have to be taken seriously, so this kind of game has begun to be expanded...

At this time, P·B and the boss Jackal became the names that were mentioned repeatedly!

Qiao Jia doesn't care about this. He now goes to the farm's main entrance every day to watch a group of Russians and black people scold each other. When the scolding gets louder, the two sides will compete.

Honestly speaking, in terms of the level of fighting, the black guys are still good. Unfortunately, this group of people has no fighting spirit. They often attack one by three or five, but they will be scared off by the Russians' fierceness.

After breakfast on the morning of the fourth day, Qiao Jia followed Dorian to the main entrance.

Standing on the second floor of the reception center, looking at the dense crowd of black guys near the main entrance, Qiao Jia looked at Dorian a little surprised and a little funny, and said: "What on earth have you done these days? Those people are watching It feels like a chicken blood injection..."

Dorian put on a boxing stance, then shook his thick neck and said with a smile: "Beat them, we are taking turns beating them..."

As he spoke, Dorian looked at Qiao Jia with a smile and said, "Boss, do you want to give it a try?

If you can rush out and persist for more than 5 minutes, you can win 5,000 yuan, and if you defeat one, you can get an additional 1,000 yuan..."

Qiao Jia was stunned by such a cheap 'sport' reward. He looked at Dorian curiously and said, "Then how long have you persisted?"

Dorian spread his hands and said: "I am the banker, and I provide all the bonuses.

As long as you pay 500 yuan, you can take a chance and lose 10 odds. How cost-effective it is? "

Qiao Jia glanced at the crazy-looking black men. The guys at the front were obviously carefully selected and were generally over 1.8 meters tall.

However, these people looked very fierce, but apart from yelling and cursing, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

There are now automatic rifles on both sides of the farm gate. Even if they are filled with rubber bullets, it is beyond the capabilities of these gangsters.

Turning to look at the 'gambling wizard' Dorian, Qiao Jia smiled and said, "Did you win or lose?"

When Dorian heard this, he said with a proud face: "We won a lot, but our people didn't suffer a loss. Maybe five minutes was too long."

When Dorian was talking, a 'crow' sound suddenly came from downstairs...

"Elephant, 'Executioner' wants to challenge, pay attention to the time, you will definitely be finished this time..."

When Dorian heard this, he rushed to the fence and glanced down. He stared at the fat and fat 'Executioner' who was covered in olive oil. He wailed and then shouted: "Hey, Executioner, you My salary is very high, so you don’t have to worry about my little money..."

The 1.95-meter-tall, fat and muscular 'Executioner' has the traditional Mongolian 'honesty'. He slapped the thick muscles on his chest hard, a smile appeared on his face full of flesh, and his fists as big as sand bowls hit each other. He touched it and said: "If you knock down enough people, it won't be a little money..."

Elephant, you can also give it a try. I don’t think you can last three minutes because you have less stuff than us..."

When Qiao Jia heard this, he knew that Dorian must have tricked the Russians into participating in the gambling game these days, which made the Jazz team unhappy...

Seeing Dorian's sad grin, Qiao Jia said with a smile: "Elephant, come on, I believe you are no worse than the 'executioner'."

When Dorian saw the group of gangsters at the door who looked like they were overdosing on drugs, he shook his head rationally and said, "Boss, it's OK to fight in a group, but not alone.

We tried it, and the one that lasts the longest now is four and a half minutes. "

Dorian's words made the Russian guys downstairs sneer, and then the automatic gate of the farm was opened, and the 'executioner' rushed out like a beast out of its cage.

After several days of contact, the two sides seemed to have a tacit understanding...

The moment the 'executioner' came out of the cage, the black men nimbly stepped back more than ten meters, trying to lure the 'executioner' out and surround him.

But how could a veteran like 'Executioner' be fooled like this?

The moment he rushed out of the gate, he turned sharply to the right, grabbed a black guy who weighed at least 200 pounds, and used a Mongolian wrestling technique to throw him 5 meters away.

Seeing that the black guy was knocked unconscious and couldn't get up, the Russian guys downstairs cheered "Ula~" and then collectively raised a finger...

"1!"

The 'Executioner' didn't make any rash moves when he succeeded. He slapped away a black man's hand that was reaching out to him, grabbed the unlucky man's belt, then ducked forward and picked the unlucky man up...

Wandering around in place, he forced back a few gangsters who wanted to take advantage, and then threw the unlucky guy out like a shot put...

As the unlucky man screamed, he smashed into his companions and brought down a bunch of people. The 'executioner' turned back with a ferocious smile, grabbed a black man holding his waist, roared wildly, grabbed the other man's belt with both hands, and pulled The opponent lifted it up and threw it away.

At this time, the black people who besieged the 'Executioner' had realized that something was wrong. Not only was this big guy's lower body extremely stable, but his body was also covered with olive oil. It was impossible to control him without holding back his hands.

Moreover, the 'executioner' always walks around the front line of the gate and will never rush out too much, so that he will not be besieged from all sides.

As long as those black guys dared to set foot in the farm gate, they would be grabbed and beaten by a bunch of Russian guys.

After one or two precedents, those black people learned the lesson.

After knocking down four or five people in a row, the 'executioner' seemed a little dissatisfied with his efficiency. He deliberately stepped forward and took a boxing stance, waving to a group of black guys who were beginning to hesitate...

This was the first time Qiao Jia saw this type of battle, wild, primitive, and passionate...

Just now I had some intention of reading Dorian's joke, but now Qiao Jia has forgotten all about it...

The executioner's first few blows were so powerful that no one who fell by him could stand up.

When the 'Executioner' switched to boxing mode, Qiao Jia seemed to see a crazy big white bear.

There is no such thing as the butterfly step. He just relies on his weight advantage to stick to the goal line and use powerful and heavy punches to fight against all the black guys who besiege him.

At this time, the function of smearing grease on the body of the 'Executioner' came into play. It could not be grasped and would slip when hit. Coupled with the thick muscles on the body, the 'Executioner' persisted in this situation for 6 and a half minutes.

Although the 'Executioner's' punches began to slow down at the three-minute mark, it did not affect his dominance at all.

There are no heavy gloves, and the fists are covered with thick gauze. As long as they are hit by him, an unlucky guy will fall to the ground in pain.

Those black guys were naturally dwarfed in the eyes of Boss Qiao. They looked like crazy monkeys besieging a big white bear.

Occasionally they can get some advantage, but as long as they are hit by the big white bear, they will lose their combat effectiveness.

"8"

"9"

…

"15"

"16"

…

"20"

Every time another number is shouted below, Dorian's head becomes sweatier...

Just when Qiao Jia thought that the 'executioner' might continue, the tall 'executioner' received a punch in the face, and then retreated into the farm in a daze...