Rebirth Game Tycoon

At 4:25 in the afternoon, outside the main entrance of Russia's 93 Steelmaking Plant, members of the Gun Rose Organization removed the roadblocks and let the convoy slowly drive in.

There were a total of four jeeps, with a total of more than a dozen people sitting on them, all of them thin men, armed with weapons, and said nothing from start to finish.

When these four vehicles all drove into the gate of the steel mill, the gang members guarding the gate put the strong and thick roadblocks back to the gate.

Soon, the people in the jeep got out of the car, all of them were Asian faces with yellow skin and dark eyes. The head was a strong middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing a Carney yellow military uniform with a brown on his waist. Ning pistol, looks very impressive.

The middle-aged man swaggered ahead, while the dozen or so of his men followed behind him silently, looking loyal.

With the appearance of these people, members of the Guns and Rose Bandit gang emerged from all directions. They were like rats hiding in a hole in the ground. Before they fully appeared, they did not know their true number.

Soon, at least hundreds of gang members appeared around. Most of them were holding old-fashioned AK-47s and some of them were carrying vodka bottles. They were so crooked, shaking their heads and shaking their heads to surround the outsiders in the middle. .

"Are you here? My old friend, General Jin?" A rude and powerful voice came from the office on the second floor of the steel mill.

This voice is full of the charm of male masculine masculinity. The voice is as human as it is, and no one has been seen. Just hearing such a rough voice is enough to make people imagine the owner of this voice. He is definitely a typical Russian man, a fighting nation representative.

Sure enough, what appeared from the third floor was a burly man with a height of 195 meters. His figure was burly, strong and powerful, just like an adult brown bear in a military coat.

"Chief Chekhov, it's me! I'm Jinhe! Your complexion is getting better and better! You are stronger than when I saw you last time!" The oriental man standing in the middle of the square responded loudly. .

At this time, the Russian hunk in a military coat jumped slightly, and jumped directly from the guardrail on the third floor.

Chekhov slammed to the ground amidst a cry of exclamation. While his huge body smashed the floor with a loud noise, it also caused laughter around him.

The gang members who saw this scene were very happy, and they had no reason to be unhappy, because their leader Chekhov was so powerful, possessing extraordinary power, and being able to follow such a strong leader. It was an honor for them.

Jin He was obviously taken aback, because he was a little unimaginable. With Chekhov’s weight, he jumped from such a high place, only to shake the floor. It can be seen that the guy’s skeleton and How strong is the muscle?

"Stop talking nonsense, did you bring things?" Chekhov didn't seem to have much respect for the so-called friend Jin He. The title just now was more of a polite greeting.

Jin He settled down, nodded and said, "Of course I brought it! Where's your goods?"

Chekhov waved his hand, and immediately some gang members used a forklift to launch a set of semi-old and not new electronic equipment from the opened warehouse. It was half the size of a jeep, and a brand-new Apple notebook was attached to it. Computer, and the screen is on.

When Jinhe saw the set of electronic equipment, his eyes immediately beamed, and he motioned to his staff to check.

Two slightly thin young people ran to the device quickly, tapped the computer screen for a while, and immediately there were red and blue lights flashing continuously.

"Things are okay." One of them turned and said.

Jin He quickly glanced at his side, and after confirming his gaze with someone, he said loudly: "Bring the box here and hand it to Mr. Chekhov."

Immediately someone strode forward, opened a silver password box, and handed it to Chekhov.

Twelve test-tube injections are neatly placed in this silver metal combination box, all of which are completely sealed.

Chekhov stretched out his arm, picked it casually with his fingertips, and pinched one of them into his hand.

boom!The needle shattered between Chekhov's fingers, but the sharp glass shards could hardly hurt him, even his skin could not be cut.

Chekhov's nose twitched twice, sniffing the liquid medicine spilled from the test tube, and his face suddenly became intoxicated.

Not only him, but even the gang members around him stared at the box with drunken eyes, as if they were staring at the residual liquid in Chekhov's palm.

Chekhov put the palm of his hand to his mouth, his tongue rolled, and he sucked the liquid medicine in the test tube into his big mouth along with the test tube, and then chewed vigorously.

It was an extremely unpleasant experience to hear the squeaky glass chewing from the Chekhov leader's mouth.

"Okay! It's really good! It's not bad!" The leader Chekhov kept murmuring vaguely.

Seeing that the other party was already hilarious, Jin He waved his hand and motioned to his men to remove the pile of electronic equipment from the forklift.

"Wait a minute!" Chekhov's eyes widened suddenly, and he growled.

"Mr. Chekhov, is there anything else?" Jin He's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice.

Chekhov shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to wake up a little bit from the surging medicinal power, then he grinned and said with a smile: "This Patriot missile defense system is worth about 300 million US dollars. Twelve high-purity secret medicines can be exchanged. I think the price is not bad.

However, it is not very useful for you to buy the defense system and go back. I still have ten intact THAAD missiles. As long as you bring ten more secret medicines of this purity level, I will replace them with you!How about this proposal?"

Jin He was startled when he heard the words, and once again glanced at someone beside him.

The current market price of ten THAAD missiles is about 1.5 million U.S. dollars each, and the price of ten missiles is between 15 and 20 million U.S. dollars at most.

Now Chekhov actually needs to use less than one-tenth of the value, and then change ten potions. This is simply a grab!What does he want to do?

"Mr. Chekhov, are you joking?" The smile on Jin He's face was reluctant, because he knew very well that such jokes would be deadly.

"No, no! I never make a joke! This is a serious proposal. My friend, if you can't decide this matter, then ask the one among you who can decide to talk to me." Chekhov smiled meat. Do not smile.

Obviously, he did not regard Jin He as a friend of equal relationship, the so-called friend is just a title.

Jin He frowned deeper, he pondered for a moment, and finally said: "I can't do this thing. If Mr. Chekhov wants to talk, then please go to the Golden Triangle?"

As soon as he said this, Chekhov burst out laughing.

With his smile, the gang members around him also laughed, and the laughter echoed in the sky above the empty steel factory like a group of demons.

"The climate in the Golden Triangle is not suitable for me! To go to that place, why not drink two more bottles of vodka in bed! Stop hiding, come out! I know you are here!" Chekhov's face was full of blood and murderous. Shouted horizontally.

Jin He was taken aback when he heard the words, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Not only him, but even the Golden Triangle soldiers behind him clenched their guns, fully guarded, ready to fight.

"Cough, cough!" At this moment, there was a violent cough that was extremely uncomfortable beside Jin He.

The guy who had been standing on the left side of Jin He and had made eye contact with him twice suddenly stepped forward and walked to the front of General Jin He, blocking him behind him.

The man tore off the military cap on the top of his head, showing the gray, shook his head, smiled and said: "Chekhov, you want to talk to me?"

As soon as this talent appeared, the gang members under Chekhov suddenly became a little nervous.

Because of that iconic big round face, coupled with this full of gray hair, the identity of this person has already been revealed.

He is the warlord leader of the Golden Triangle, Liu Niu'er.

The experience of this man is legendary. He was born with no name. He spent his youth in the casinos in Myanmar. With his cruel hands, he pulled a puma into the Golden Triangle. It took 20 years to become a warlord leader in the Golden Triangle. Started the name.

When everyone thought that his fortune had stopped here, he ended up with a sturdy thigh again, becoming the agent of a certain powerful Secret Medicine Venerable, unifying all the forces in the Golden Triangle and occupying the city of the jungle. The momentum rose sharply, like the sky.

Even these foreign gangs who strayed along the Sino-Russian border knew Liu Niu'er's prestigious name. At this moment, seeing this overlord deity appeared, of course he looked like a big enemy.

Seeing Liu Niu'er voluntarily appeared, only the Chekhov was still as stable as Mount Tai, his expression on his face did not fluctuate at all.

"Sure enough, it's you! Haha! I guessed it! It seems that the goddess of luck should sleep in my bed tonight!" Chekhov laughed.

Liu Niu'er remained silent, but stared at him particularly calmly, with eyes that seemed to care for the mentally retarded.

"Let me guess, how many secret medicines do you have? Ten? Or twenty?" Chekhov said with a smile.

Liu Niu'er smiled slightly, with a calm expression on his face, shook his head and said: "You are wrong! Are you underestimating me?"

"Don't you have thirty? Impossible! It is impossible for the perverts in the Heinuo laboratory to let so many secret medicines spill out!" Chekhov was taken aback for a moment, and he actually shook his head.

"I have a hundred more!" Liu Niu'er shouted.

As soon as the words came out, the audience was shocked, and even Chekhov's eyes showed undisguised greed.

"But, do you dare to grab it?" Liu Niu'er's next sentence was full of disdain, and shouted proudly in a condescending posture.