NO.152 The Collapsed Amoub

Zhang Heng walked to the third floor, and at a glance, he saw a golden lacquer double carved wooden door at the end of the corridor. A good office building was turned into a tyrant by Amubu, a pig. Zhang Heng is now very suspicious of his own. How much of the $100 million was actually used. ≥ One≧Fiction ≥ ﹤≦≦≦≤﹤≤

At this moment, in the conference room of the office building, melodious and gentle classical Indian music was blaring from the speakers, and in the innermost part of the conference room, Amubu with a big beard was lying comfortably on the massage chair, two people beside him. A thin Indian woman kept rubbing oily substances on him, massaging his tattooed body.

On both sides of the desk in the conference room, there are also eight ugly middle-aged men smoking marijuana and lying on the reclining chairs. There are also a group of naked women serving them, and some even pull one in front of everyone. The woman began to have sex, and the entire conference room was constantly moaning, filled with smoke, full of lewdness and intoxication.

In the past few months, with Zhang Heng's financial support, Amubu has continued to expand his power. He has been promoted from an old smuggler to one of the three major gangsters in Mumbai, controlling one-third of the city's drug-drug trade and Arms sales, it can be said that it has reached the point where Mumbai's underground gangsters tremble three times!

At this level, even the mayor has to give him a bit of face, government officials have to interact with him on an equal footing, and it is as easy to run for a parliamentarian as to open up a political path. This is also Amoub's lifelong dream.

At this point, the dream has come to the point where it is about to come true!

"Boss, next month will be your election day for city councillors. Can that guy, Mark, be impatient?" After smoking marijuana, one of the men with a scar on his face suddenly sat up and said with a grim smile, "We Shouldn't it be better to kill him and his family first?"

Mark is a veteran gang leader in Mumbai. He originally occupied half of the underground black forces in Mumbai, but Amubu naturally needs to compete on the way to rise. Therefore, after the rise of Amubu, the two have become immortal. 's enemy.

"Do it? Do you think he dares to attack my company?" Amub on the massage chair was smoking a cigarette recklessly, showing his yellow teeth, "Hey, as long as that trash Mark is not afraid of death, he can attack at will. You don't know how perverted the combat effectiveness of these security guards is? If he dares to come, Vishnu will not be able to protect him!"

"Of course I know the ability of these security guards, but I just don't understand, why do you rarely use their strength to help us grab territory? Unless we can't beat them, you will let them go, if they can help us take over Various underground businesses, we have long ruled the entire Mumbai underworld." The scarred man deplored.

Amoub's face darkened, "Kupata, how many times have I said that, there are some things you shouldn't ask."

"Feel sorry,

Boss, I just feel a pity that you have the power to dominate the underground gangs in the city, but you did not do so. "The man known as Kupata quickly explained.

"Hmph, you should know that there is another person behind me. These people are nominally our company's security guards, but they can only be mobilized by his orders." Now, I can apply to the top and use the power of company security to help me, understand? If these people can follow my orders, I can even rule Maharashtra!"

"However, I'm ready to apply to the top and use the security guards to secretly kill Mark." Amoub suddenly grinned, "Mark, that bastard, has obstructed my political elections many times, thinking that it would be easy to hide in his own turf. Can you sit back and relax? He doesn't know anything about power!"

"Boss, next time we see you, we will call you Kshatriya Senator, congratulations!" Everyone quickly flattered.

"Hahahaha!" Amubu burst out laughing.

bang!

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the locked door of the conference room, and someone kicked it open!

"Who!" Everyone was shocked, and subconsciously picked up their guns and stood up. Although these people like to eat and have fun, their skills are not bad, otherwise they would not be living in Mumbai where there are many gangsters.

"Ah!" The women screamed with a high decibel, and one by one they quickly shrank behind the crowd, covering their important parts.

"Amub Kshatriya, your life is really leisurely."

A low voice came from outside the gate, and then a young man strode in, looking at Amubu, who was still lying on the massage bed and couldn't get up, his eyes flashed coldly, "I didn't care about you for a few months, you Have you forgotten who you are?"

Amoub's good deeds were disturbed, and he was already on the verge of rage, but when he saw the appearance of the person at the door, he only felt that a basin of ice water was poured from the top of his head, and his whole body trembled. The forehead is rolling down!

How come this evil star, which is more terrifying than Shiva, is playing cards that are completely unreasonable!

"Who the hell are you!" However, Amubu knew the person in front of him, but it didn't mean that his subordinates knew it too. The man with a scar called Kupata had a fierce look in his eyes and questioned Zhang Heng directly, "Said, Which gang are you from? You can actually break through the guards of the company's security guards, did those security guards eat shit?"

"Bastard, put the gun down!" Amubu saw Kupata's actions, and he was so frightened that he slapped his thigh in a hurry, "Hurry up, or don't call me boss!"

Kupata originally wanted to show his loyalty in front of Amubu, but when he saw Amubu's attitude, he was a little confused about the situation. He put down the gun in confusion, looked at Amubu in astonishment and said, "Boss, what's the matter? ?"

Seeing Kupata put down the gun in his hand, Amubu breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second he realized that this was not the time to relax, so he hurriedly climbed off the massage chair and ran to Zhang Heng's feet. Loudly, "Master! I am your most loyal servant, please accept my humble loyalty! Forgive my disrespect!"

Until this time, the originally excited crowd suddenly became dumbfounded. Everyone looked at Amubu in astonishment. Even the naked women watched in shock. They even forgot to cover their cheap bodies. I couldn't help but set off a storm in my mind!

Amubu, that is the godfather who controls eight slums and controls the fate of tens of thousands of people! How many fights are fought every day, how many people fight to the death for his words, and the fate of thousands of people is in his hands, an important person that even the mayor must take seriously!

But now, such a big man, trembling under the feet of a young man, pretending to be a servant?

This simply subverts their outlook on life!

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and kicked Amoub away directly, before striding over to Amoub's chair and sitting down, scaring the naked woman behind him to hide away with a scream.

"Go on!" Zhang Heng didn't pay attention to what was behind him, but looked around at the stunned crowd with cold eyes, "Amubu, to be honest, I'm very disappointed."

"I kept you alive at first because you were still useful, but now? What else can a waste like you do other than hold naked parties?"

Amoub was trembling on the ground, without the slightest idea of ​​resistance, not only because a chip was implanted in his brain, but also because only he knew how terrifying Zhang Heng's power was. Since you can help yourself up, you can easily knock yourself down!

"Boy, you're crazy!" However, not everyone understood Zhang Heng's horror. Kupata, the most rebellious among the crowd, snorted coldly, took two steps forward, pointed his gun at Zhang Heng, "I No matter who you are, maybe you are the person behind my boss, but we Mumbai, you can't do whatever you want." Then he winked at Amubu and whispered, "Boss, he is alone, now It's a good chance to kill him!"

"My day, you..." Amubu stared, and he had the heart to break Kupata with one shot. He said in his heart: If you kill him, I won't even be able to get out of my own company!

"Go away!" Zhang Heng's eyes turned cold, his body didn't move, he just turned his head to look at Kupata with a sharp look!

Immediately, a powerful mental force blasted out like a heavy fist!

Kupata's expression changed greatly, as if he was hit by a heavy punch, his whole body flew out of thin air! (To be continued.)