Chapter 309 The Fall of the Qingpa Gang [Subscribe Please]

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The slightly distorted voice of Yiqinnong came out of the speaker of the mobile phone.

Qingpa was petrified.

His proud elder brother turned out to be just a dog of the "monster" in front of him.

Strictly speaking, the elder brother of the elder brother should be considered as his own.

But just now, Chen Xuan killed more than a hundred brothers in front of him with simple, rough and cruel means, turning the entire garage on the second floor below ground into a purgatory on earth.

Blood plasma and minced meat were still flowing on the ground.

For an adult, the weight of blood accounts for about 7% to 8% of his body weight.

An adult male weighing 70 kilograms has about 5 to 5.5 liters of blood in his body.

157 people, plus the two trusted bodyguards beside him, a total of 159 people, none of them survived.

Nearly a ton of blood flowed on the ground of the garage.

There was an lingering strong smell of blood and the stench of fresh organs in the air.

Anyone who was blown away as a human cannonball would not have a complete body.

Unlike in the alleys of the snack street, Chen Xuan still held back at that time.

At that time, it was mainly "killing".

But here, it became "explosive killing".

Cruelty, blood, terror, and ruthlessness became synonymous with him in Qingpa's heart.

Hearing Yi Qinnong on the other end of the phone, he honestly surrendered.

Chen Xuan asked with interest: "Is Qingpa your man?"

This question made Yi Qinnong stagnate.

After a short silence, his voice appeared again.

"Yes, master."

"He... is a gang leader I supported in Naypyidaw."

"Part of my funds came from Qingpa."

At this point, there is no point in hiding it.

Yi Qinnong simply admitted it very frankly.

"Then I know."

"The Qingpa Gang was destroyed by me."

"You shouldn't mind, right?"

"Anyway, you won't need these affiliated small forces in the future."

Chen Xuan's tone was very flat.

It was as if he was not in a bloody underground garage but in a park, roadside, or somewhere else.

"Everything is subject to your will, Master."

Yiqinnong's answer was as submissive as ever.

There was no good end for disobeying Chen Xuan.

Whether it was Yiqinnong or Qingpa, more than a hundred lives had died directly or indirectly in their hands.

Even if they killed people like flies.

But compared with Chen Xuan, they were still just a drop in the bucket.

A total of 159 people were killed in a few minutes.

Such a scene could be described as hell.

And the person who caused all this with his own hands still maintained that calmness and composure.

At this moment, in Qingpa's eyes, Chen Xuan seemed like a Shura resurrected from the Nine Nether Hell.

He did not belong to this world.

Too lazy to say anything more, Chen Xuan hung up the phone.

Then he looked at Qingpa.

At this time, Qingpa's eyes were wide open, and there were a few drops of blood on his face that belonged to someone unknown.

"Plop..."

He suddenly knelt down.

His eyes became extremely empty.

"Why... why?"

His lips stammered, not knowing whether he was asking Chen Xuan or asking himself again.

At this time, Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

His spatial perception was activated, and his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

He quickly took the weapons and ammunition of those thugs.

Then he flashed into Yiqinnong's secret arsenal and collected more than 200 guns, as well as a lot of ammunition, grenades, remote-controlled bombs and other things.

Quancheng only took a few minutes to complete the collection.

Then he slowly walked back to Qingpa.

"This is not a good place to talk."

"Let's go."

After saying that, he picked up his collar, and the next moment, he flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When they appeared again, they returned to the luxurious suite on the 32nd floor of Qingpa Building.

This is Qingpa's usual residence.

Those maids had hurriedly fled after Chen Xuan broke in and left.

Now he is probably calling for help in the building.

It is estimated that the people from Naypyidaw Security Office will arrive in ten minutes at the latest.

Chen Xuan didn't care about it.

He killed four or five hundred people in Naypyidaw today.

The famous Qingpa Gang in the city will also be eliminated for this.

As the saying goes, too many lice will not bite people.

There is no need to make a long speech since they have killed them all.

He had already expressed his feelings about life and death during this period.

When Magtan City encountered the demon disaster, tens of thousands of lives were lost.

Whether it was the garrison guarding the city or the monsters that came like a tide, the most intuitive change brought about by the game between the two sides was that lives withered like fallen leaves.

People are adaptable.

For Qingpa, such killing is unacceptable and bloody.

But for Chen Xuan who has seen big scenes and obtained extraordinary power, it is nothing.

It must be said that Chen Xuan is gradually losing his humanity in some aspects.

But strictly speaking, he is indeed leaving the scope of ordinary humans.

Ordinary people's minds cannot control extraordinary powers.

The superheroes in those heroic comics are the best examples.

He casually threw Qingpa, who had lost all his energy and spirit and was as limp as a dead fish, on the carpet.

Chen Xuan turned and came to the broken French window.

This is where Qingpa eats and reads newspapers every day.

The view is extremely broad.

In addition, Nay Pyi Taw has fewer high-rise buildings and the terrain is relatively flat.

Standing here, you can overlook most of Naypyitaw.

Every time Qingpa looked out from here, he felt like he was holding Naypyitaw in his hands.

It is no exaggeration to say that he did this to some extent.

Until now, everything has shattered.

It's like a dream, suddenly awakened at the most beautiful moment.

The killing exposed the hollow nature of the Chiangpa gang.

His force was nothing in front of Chen Xuan.

Neither party spoke again.

Silence seemed to be the only melody in the scene.

Chen Xuan didn't speak because he didn't care, and he was also thinking about his next plan.

Myanmar is still too small.

Especially reflected in the economic aspect.

The bacteria actually looked bluffing, after all, the number of standing bacteria could rank among the top 30 in Blue Star.

But the quality and combat effectiveness of the soldiers are really average.

The equipment is two to three generations behind the mainstream of Blue Star.

Junzheng axes are generally equipped with old-fashioned Mei weapons and Su weapons.

The civilian weapons are even worse. In addition to the two kinds of ordnance mentioned above, there are even those old goods exported by the Rabbit family in the early years.

It might be good for fighting guerrillas, but on a frontal battlefield it would be easily crushed by those big Guo Jia.

In terms of strong folk customs, the Burmese people are not as good as the Annan people next door.

It is slightly stronger than the Siamese.

Therefore, there are limitations in choosing Burma as a base.

The upper limit of the size is obvious. Even if Chen Xuan grabs it, accumulates capital through violence and quickly reforms, it is impossible to completely satisfy the need to support Naroya.

The only advantage is that Myanmar's presence in Blue Star's international society is relatively low.

In addition, there are the background and historical factors of perennial war.

It is not easy for those big Guo Jia to discover that Chen Xuan is doing things quietly here.

So the current situation is quite embarrassing.

After thinking about it, he decided to collect as much ordnance as possible first.

Then establish a primary military factory capable of manufacturing light weapons and ammunition in Magtan City.

Form a preliminary supply chain and circulation chain.

These are all problems that can be solved with the available Myanmar resources.

Those high-precision strategic weapons certainly cannot be manufactured.

But with Myanmar’s military industrial capabilities, it is still no problem to set up a military factory area that can manufacture rifles, mortars, and rocket launchers.

Then he planned to go to Ermao's house to see if there was any chance.

No matter how bad it is, you can beat the autumn wind.

There is currently a large amount of equipment from Beyo and Mao Xiong gathered there.

Coupled with the legacy of former Su Lian, there is still a lot of fungus fire inventory.

As for the development of farming.

Except for these little brothers around Asanyang.

In fact, Heizhou is also a good choice.

The Xia Kingdom has been deployed in Heizhou for many years.

Generous infrastructure, low-interest loans and aid have resulted in mining agreements in many mining areas.

Black Continent is actually a rich and vast fertile land.

It ranks second among the five continents in terms of area.

But the black uncles are not diligent in their food and body, and all their talent points are added to their physique.

Not much added to the head.

Guarding a treasure trove without knowing how to develop it.

Not to mention the sinful trade hundreds of years ago, it was actually before the Europeans landed.

Sinful trade is very popular within the Black Continent.

An area as big as the palm of your hand can be divided into dozens of tribes and chiefs, and then they will fight each other when nothing happens.

To be honest, Heizhou is indeed a good choice.

Even if we exclude the territory where Xia State planted its flag, there is still a large space for Chen Xuan to play.

Chen Xuan, who was concentrating on thinking, almost forgot about Qingpa.

About a few minutes later, a piercing siren sounded from downstairs. Chen Xuan lowered his head slightly and could see a dozen vehicles from the police station parked outside the Qingpa Building.

Wearing body armor and holding submachine guns, germ police lined up and ran into the building.

It was only then that Qingpa regained some of his energy.

"Why?"

This was the first thing he said after speaking again.

Chen Xuan turned around, looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "Is the reason important?"

Qingpa nodded dully.

"important."

"Even if I die, I want to die clearly."

"I beg you."

His tone was weak, as if he had lost all his strength.

"Because I was blackmailed by your little brother when I was eating at the snack street.

"By the way, what does the little boss there seem to be called... Dayi?"

Chen Xuan didn't mean to hide it, and told the real reason.

"Dayi... blackmail..."

Qingpa naturally understood who Dayi was.

"Is that why?"

"You killed hundreds of people!"

His expression suddenly became a little excited.

Chen Xuan clasped his hands behind his back and nodded without hesitation.

"That's right, just because of this."

"Is it hard to accept?"

"When the Chiangpa gang went on a rampage in Nay Pyi Taw, you probably never thought you would receive such revenge, right?"

His calm answer was a critical blow to Qingpa.

"The security officers are coming up."

"Let's go."

Chen Xuanyan said concisely and concisely.

He put away the cylindrical bag that was slung across his body.

Then he walked into the bedroom and took away his huge safe.

He then slowly grabbed the back of his collar, took a simple run, and suddenly jumped out of the window.

Qingpa was indeed disheartened, and even after jumping from the 32nd floor, his expression did not fluctuate.

After jumping out of the building, a pair of radiant wings suddenly appeared behind Chen Xuan.

Gently flapping, as if there was a breeze sending him off.

Chen Xuan with Qingpa instantly reached a flying speed of 450 kilometers per hour.

Soaring into the distant sky.

The egg-shaped magic shield completely enveloped him.

It was not until this time that Qingpa regained consciousness.

At this time, Chen Xuan quickly arrived at an altitude of about 3,000 meters above the Yiqinnong Manor.

He did not answer, but flashed into the hall of the manor villa.

Yiqinnong was sitting in the living room, looking a little melancholy.

When Chen Xuan suddenly appeared with Qingpa, he hurriedly stood up and saluted.

Seeing his former subordinates in this state, he didn't know what to say.

He didn't dare to plead for Qingpa.

Chen Xuan raised his hand and took off his cylindrical bag.

He ignored the cash and gold bricks, took out the land deeds, house deeds and equity certificates and placed them on the table, then looked at Yi Qinnong.

"Can you change and cash out these documents?"

Yi Qinnong nodded after taking a look at the things on the table.

With these certificates, he can do this by asking Qingpa to press a few fingerprints.

At least it is not difficult to do this in Dianyan.

Chen Xuan nodded.

He did not intend to subdue Qingpa.

To put it bluntly, he has been scared to death.

But he still has the value of recycling.

With the help of some methods of Naroya, he can have a one-time combat power.

In other words, Chen Xuan plans to transform him into a biological weapon.

But the specific time of deployment has not yet been determined.

After the transformation, Qingpa will have extraordinary power comparable to that of a gold-level strongman for a short time.

Coupled with a frenzied mind, it will definitely cause great damage.

And at a certain time, he will die and turn into a pool of rotten water.

This is both an experiment and a waste recycling.

But it must not be used casually.

The crazy Qingpa can certainly cause great destructive power.

But this card cannot be played casually.

When the extraordinary destructive power is exposed to the public, it will probably soon attract the attention of various big Guojia.

They will study it.

So Chen Xuan plans to throw Qingpa in the prison of Magtan City first.

For the time being, he will be considered dead.

In that world full of extraordinary people, ordinary people like him can't escape at all.

Fingerprints were left on Qingpa's fingers.

Chen Xuan immediately [crossed the border] back to Naroa and handed this guy over to a garrison captain for processing.

He will be locked up in the dungeon of Magtan City.

After dealing with this matter, Chen Xuan returned immediately.

But when he returned to the villa, Yiqinnong was staring at the documents and contracts on the table in a daze.

"Master."

"Is the Qingpa Gang gone?"

He stood up and sat down to greet Chen Xuan, then asked in a daze.

Chen Xuan nodded.

"Gone."

"By the way, your car is still parked outside the snack street."

"Remember to send someone to drive it back later."

Chen Xuan killed a lot and no longer had the interest to play.

Supernatural power has a crushing advantage over ordinary people.

This makes the ending of the killing no suspense.

...(End of this chapter)