Chapter 306: Murder in the Dance Hall, "Plutocrat" Clears Handkerchiefs [Mid-Autumn Festival

Chapter 306: Murder in the Dance Hall, "Chaebol" Clears Handkerchiefs [Happy Mid-Autumn Festival]

No nonsense.

Chen Xuan's mind moved, and the three [Exploding Fireballs] floating behind him smashed into the booth.

"Boom!"

A huge roar appeared.

Three basin-sized fireballs exploded instantly.

The surging sparks were like huge waves, and the hot flames licked everything in the booth.

"Ah..."

When the screams echoed.

It was the moment when the booth was completely filled with orange flames.

The power of [Exploding Fireball] should not be underestimated, especially when three were detonated together in a relatively small booth, it was no less than three incendiary bombs exploding at the same time.

The flame flow composed of fire element magic can achieve adhesion combustion.

Once it touches the body, it is as difficult to get rid of it as a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Under such circumstances, after three powerful [Explosive Fireballs] washed the ground, more than half of the dozen people in the booth fell down immediately.

The rest were also burned to pieces.

The bloody faces screamed.

The whole booth was filled with smoke, as if it had been steamed in a sauna.

Some of the tenacious hooligans raised their pistols to fight back while enduring the burning pain.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bright orange gun flame flashed in the smoke.

All the bullets were blocked by a layer of light blue gas shield when they were about to hit Chen Xuan.

That was the effect of the magic skill [Defense Shield].

One by one, the yellow bullets hit the shield fiercely, and then the deformation and collapse were visible to the naked eye.

Finally, they slid down from the light blue gas shield weakly.

They fell on the tiles with a crisp sound.

They became the last echo after the roar of guns.

After a few dense gunshots, the booth suddenly became quiet.

Just a moment ago, Chen Xuan flashed like a ghost and broke the necks of the remaining gangsters.

Their pistols were put into the storage compartment.

Save up every penny to get married.

Magtan City now has a huge demand for fungus fire.

No matter what gun it is, don't waste it if you can recycle it. You can find suitable ammunition when you bring it to Magtan City.

This habit of thrift and frugality has almost become Chen Xuan's instinct.

Fortunately, his hand speed is fast enough and the scene is chaotic enough that no one cares what he did.

After the explosion of those [Exploding Fireballs], the whole dance hall became chaotic.

The dancers, waiters and guys who came to have fun all cried and ran away.

I don't know who pressed the smoke alarm, the music suddenly stopped, and it was replaced by a rapid beep.

The flashing laser light ball also flashed alternating red warning lights.

The crowd fled along the aisle in a panic.

The chaos didn't last long, because everyone ran away.

Only the gangster Ma Wuyou who laughed crazily because of the [Evil Pill] was left.

And the little leader Daiyi, as he called him, died under the bombardment of [Exploding Fireball].

He didn't have time to say anything before he died.

The rumor that the villain died because of talking too much was broken. This Daiyi probably didn't know what happened until he died.

But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether he knows or not, and Chen Xuan doesn't care.

Daiyi and others usually have fun in the dance hall, and they are also watching the place.

Every day, they take turns to send people to stroll around the nearby snack street or commercial street.

In addition to deterring those merchants, they also look for fat sheep.

Operations like blackmailing outsiders are commonplace.

But I didn't expect that today I didn't get the fat sheep, but provoked a big bad wolf.

"Okay."

"Take me to find the next one."

Chen Xuan raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed Ma Wuyou's collar and flashed away from the spot.

Just four or five minutes after they disappeared.

The patrol officers in Naypyidaw rushed to the dance troupe.

The nearby Dianmian Police Station was also taken care of by the Qingpa Gang.

Generally speaking, there are stubborn people who dare to cause trouble here.

If the little leader Dai can't deal with it, just call the police.

Those officers are their reinforcements.

When they rushed into the dance hall, the flames in the booths had burned to the ceiling and were spreading. Most of the dozen bodies were burned beyond recognition.

Fortunately, this entire building was the territory of the dance troupe.

The previous chaos had scared away everyone else in the building.

Therefore, the raging fire did not affect the outsiders.

Only seven or eight bodies were moved out in time, and the fire was so big that they could no longer enter.

The rising black smoke could be seen even more than ten kilometers away.

The fire truck rushed over with sirens.

But when the flames were extinguished, I am afraid that only ashes would be left.

At the same time, Chen Xuan was quickly strangling the small leaders of the Qingpa Gang.

The spheres of influence of these small leaders were only two or three kilometers apart.

They could usually take care of each other.

Chen Xuan flashed quickly, coming and going without a trace.

Every time he flashed away, only Ma Wuyou's crazy shouting was left at the place.

Because he didn't know enough about Neibdu, Chen Xuan occasionally had to flash a few more times to correct his position.

And with his current physique, he was able to support hundreds of continuous flashes.

Within the area, flashing is indeed an extremely convenient way of moving.

The superiority of spatial movement is reflected here.

Whether it is concrete or steel, as long as there is no lead layer, Chen Xuan can flash directly into it.

Under such circumstances, a rather targeted killing is unfolding in Naypyidaw.

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Qingpa Building.

This is located on the most prosperous New Street in Naypyidaw.

Next to it is the Naypyidaw Guojia Museum.

Not far away is the Derby Palace Market, the largest local farmers' market.

The lanes here are all amazing two-way ten lanes.

You have to walk more than a hundred meters to cross the road.

More than a decade ago, this was still a wasteland.

As Naypyidaw became the new capital, the construction in full swing began.

There is no need to worry about the planning of land for wasteland development.

Roads and other things can be fully built according to the largest specifications.

Such a spacious and magnificent road is hard to see in those developed Guojia.

It has to be said that this is also a wonder.

After more than a decade of construction and development, high-rise buildings have been built on both sides of the new street.

The average building height is thirty or forty floors.

This level is nothing compared to super cities such as New York of the Bald Eagle and Tianhai of Xiaguo.

But it is already a very good business building in Dianmian.

It also brings a rare modern urban atmosphere here.

The transparent deflected glass shines in the sun.

At this moment, on the 32nd floor of Qingpa Building, Qingpa, who had just woken up, was changing into a set of casual clothes with the help of four maids.

Then he washed and brushed his teeth in the same way.

Unlike the newly rich people in Bald Eagle who like smart homes.

Qingpa is more keen on having maids serve him closely. This kind of "retro" enjoyment can make him experience the joy of wealth.

He looks like a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He looks ordinary, neither handsome nor ugly.

If it weren't for the calm nobleness cultivated by the pampered life.

I'm afraid that if this guy is thrown into a crowd, you can't tell the difference.

When changing clothes, you can see that his body is covered with crisscrossing scars and bullet marks.

It is enough to prove that it is only his appearance that is ordinary, not his life.

Qingpa shouted a mouthful of mint water to rinse his mouth under the service of the maid.

Then he sat in the restaurant, waiting for breakfast to be served.

His skin was slightly dark, but not as dark as that of the people of Kron.

And he had not fought in the market for many years.

This was all thanks to his forward-looking vision.

When Nepyidaw was not the capital of Dian-Myanmar, there were many gangs.

The Qingpa Gang was considered to be the middle-level one.

When others were doing the old three things, he had already shifted his attention to occupying land and real estate.

At that time, no one knew that Naypyidaw would become the new capital.

The land price here was far less than that of the capital Yangon at that time, and the same was true for the prosperity.

What prompted him to do this was completely intuition.

You have to know that Dian-Myanmar is different from Xiaguo.

People here do not have an obsession with land and real estate.

The concept of real estate had just sprouted here at that time.

From this perspective, Qingpa's intuition was undoubtedly ahead of the times.

Facts have proved that everything he did did change the trajectory of his fate.

After Naypyidaw became the new capital, he was able to quickly cut off some of the industries that Junzhengfu disliked and stand out from the original numerous gangs.

By the way, he was favored by a Junzhengfu boss.

That boss had the power of Jun.

And the army was stationed around Naypyidaw.

With this relationship, Qingpa was like a fish in water.

Although part of the benefits obtained had to be handed over to the thigh.

But it was all worth it.

Under such a background, the original competing gangs were either annexed by the Qingpa Gang or completely defeated and disbanded.

The rest were broken up into pieces, occupying scattered streets and living by collecting protection fees and opium transactions.

Qingpa did not kill them all in one go.

He understood a truth, if the social forces in Naypyidaw were cleared too clean.

Then his Qingpa Gang would become extremely eye-catching.

If we use the old saying of the neighboring Xia country to describe this idea.

It is called that there are no fish in the clear water.

I have to say that this is a very smart behavior.

It bought time for the partial transformation of the Qingpa Gang.

However, due to his vigilance, he still did not completely give up his men.

Gangs and societies are a double-edged sword for him.

His men fought for him.

And it was not easy for him to disband directly.

So he retained a part of the original industry to support those small leaders and thugs.

You must know that Dian Myanmar is a Guo Jia who may face war at any time.

Naypyidaw is sometimes attacked by ethnic armed groups.

And the hundreds of thugs he raised can be transformed into armed private soldiers when necessary.

In addition to the more than 200 people scattered under the small leaders, the Qingpa Building also raised more than 100 people in the name of the security team.

These are the forces he planned.

For this reason, he also spent a lot of money to get a batch of light weapons and ammunition enough to arm 400 people from his big brother, but he kept it in his hand.

When something goes wrong, he will issue weapons, which means 400 light infantry.

And the subordinates of each small leader also have some old guns or pistols and other things.

He didn't care about this.

How could a man who eats dirty food not have a few weapons to rely on?

Qingpa sat leisurely at the dining table and, as usual, first picked up a few newspapers prepared in advance on the table.

In addition to local newspapers and periodicals in Myanmar, he also reads newspapers from Siam and surrounding Guojia.

This guy is proficient in four foreign languages, and he learned them all on the wild road.

It is no exaggeration to say that Qingpa is still somewhat famous.

Newspapers are one of the ways for him to learn about the outside world.

Even though he already has a stable life and status in Nay Pyi Taw.

He is still paying attention to the situation outside.

Trying to sense a change in the direction of the wind.

Reading newspapers is a habit he has developed over the years.

After reading carefully for a while, a man in a black suit suddenly walked over quickly.

"boss."

"problem occurs!"

"The cabaret on Bally Street was closed down half an hour ago."

"The fire burned down a building."

"Dayi and his men are all dead."

"Moreover, more than ten bodies were found in the Moda snack street a few hundred meters away, which were caused by violent impacts. It is said that the bodies were as soft as if they had been run over by a steamroller."

As he spoke, Qingpa's man took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on a picture.

The picture captured shows the tragic situation in the alley.

After taking a look at the picture, Qingpa suddenly frowned.

"What a cruel method!"

Although I don’t know how the other party did it.

But he could only describe this kind of death as "cruel".

"What did the people at the security station say?"

"Is there surveillance nearby?"

he asked with a frown.

The man in the black suit shook his head.

"The people from the police station said that the forensic doctor must conduct an autopsy before they can determine the situation."

"Because even with their experience, they cannot understand what kind of means can cause such injuries."

"That alley is not large enough for even the smallest vehicle."

"But the injuries of those people looked like they had been hit by a high-speed car."

"There aren't many surveillance cameras nearby, but in the past two years, that guy from Dayi dismantled many of them because he thought they were in the way."

"Currently, the Public Security Bureau has summoned vendors from the snack street and is trying to find relevant witnesses."

Being able to serve as Qingpa's personal subordinate, this black suit is not just a simple gangster.

The report is well-founded.

"As for the song and dance hall, Sir only had time to snatch out eight corpses."

"Six of the bodies suffered from severe burn injuries."

"The remaining two had their necks broken due to external force."

After listening to the report from his subordinates.

Qingpa couldn't help but a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He has an extraordinary sense of danger.

This incident gave him a creepy feeling.

And there's weirdness everywhere.

Although it looks like a fight and a vendetta.

But the way those younger brothers died was very strange.

With his knowledge, he could not imagine how to cause such a death.

The human brain's ability to compensate is limited.

Especially within a framework based on realistic logic.

It is difficult for them to get out of the prison of thinking and think divergently about the wild possibilities.

This is true even if the truth is far too far away.

At this time, Qingpa looked serious and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He was about to open his mouth to explain something.

The phone in the black suit rang.

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I wish all book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family