Chapter 252 The End of the Eight-Faced Buddha

"Bang, bang, bang~"

The machine guns of the two helicopters opened fire, focusing on Pick who was carrying a machine gun, which was the only weapon that posed a threat to the helicopter.

"Get down!"

The Eight-Faced Buddha had just gotten down when the pickup truck a few dozen meters away was blown up, with fragments scattered everywhere, some of which flew directly past his scalp.

The two helicopters began to fly at low altitude, one in front of the other, and the door machine guns poured bullets like plowing the land.

The people on the ground were directly blown up, and the fragments of the body were scattered everywhere, and some did not even have time to scream.

Although the Eight-Faced Buddha and others on the ground fled in all directions, human legs were not as fast as helicopters.

The two helicopters harvested lives on the ground like two sickles of death.

Even the He family gave up driving and ran towards the Thai border.

At this time, driving a car would definitely be a helicopter target.

Don't look at some protagonists in the movie driving to avoid helicopter shooting, that's all nonsense, in this kind of terrain, cars can't outrun helicopters at all.

Fortunately for the old housekeeper, the other side's target seemed not to be them, but the Eight-Faced Buddha.

"Uncle Zhong, I can't run anymore."

He Guang, who was already weak, couldn't run any more now, and could only be carried by several bodyguards to run away.

"Young Master, hold on."

The old housekeeper cursed his bad luck in his heart. Who knew that he would encounter such a thing? Now they can't stop. It's possible that the other side will turn around and kill them.

The Eight-Faced Buddha in the distance can't care about the gold now, and he just wants to escape.

But his fat body and old age can't run fast at all.

Shali and his younger brother each carried him to the small hill in the distance. As long as they ran to that place, there was still a glimmer of hope.

The idea was good, but the two helicopters in the sky would never give them a chance.

Finally, after another "plowing" shooting, the Eight-Faced Buddha's right leg was broken, and his son Shali was broken into two pieces and died in despair.

Seeing that there was no one standing on the ground, the two helicopters landed.

The people on the helicopter quickly jumped down, holding guns and standing guard.

Li Qing slowly got off the helicopter and walked towards the fallen Eight-Faced Buddha.

The Eight-Faced Buddha struggled to support himself on the ground with both hands, and opened his eyes wide to see the appearance of the person coming.

"You... are the Eight-Faced Buddha?"

Li Qing looked at the Eight-Faced Buddha who was slumped on the ground, with a look of embarrassment on his face and white bone stumps on his right leg.

The Eight-Faced Buddha laughed miserably, knowing that he was doomed today.

"Ahem... Tell me who it is, so that I can go to the King of Hell to complain and I will know who it is."

Li Qing took out two cigarettes, lit them, and put one in the Eight-Faced Buddha's hand.

Both of them took a deep puff of the cigarette and looked at each other.

"Good cigarettes~ You are not an unknown person. When I entered the industry, I knew that this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so...suddenly."

Li Qing exhaled a long column of smoke and smiled, "Eight-faced Buddha, Eight-faced Buddha, you secretly sold goods in my territory while I was away, who do you think I am?"

Eight-faced Buddha looked at Li Qing in astonishment, lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

At the beginning, it was just because someone used counterfeit money made by New World that he lost millions of dollars.

Failed to find the liar, had to make trouble for New World, but didn't expect to end up like this.

"Everything is fate, not a bit of it." Li Qing said softly.

"Hehe, Li Qing, you are also a side job, don't you think it's ridiculous to say this?"

Eight-faced Buddha looked at Li Qing fearlessly.

The same side job, why do you, Li Qing, look so noble, he didn't accept it.

He didn't think he was any different from Li Qing.

Li Qing looked at the Eight-faced Buddha, whose face turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

"You know what? The biggest difference between you and me is that I have a bottom line!

I don't touch flour, I don't deliberately induce people to gamble, I don't force good women into prostitution...

The most important thing is that even if I die, I can say without guilt when I meet my ancestors, I am a descendant of Yanhuang, I am a Chinese... Chinese!"

After saying that, Li Qing looked at the Eight-Faced Buddha with contempt, and then said: "Ask yourself, can you... do it?"

The Eight-Faced Buddha was speechless, thinking that he took this path to make a living, and then his power became stronger and stronger, and his heart became more and more greedy.

He even formed a fixed team to lure people to take drugs, which harmed many people, and their families were broken up, and they often woke up in the middle of the night.

After a long silence, his breathing became heavier, and he felt that he was no longer able to do it.

He slowly lay on the ground, stretched out his hands to gather all his half-long hair to his forehead, and covered his face with hair.

He...was too ashamed to see his ancestors!

Looking at the Eight-Faced Buddha who was slowly stopping breathing, Li Qing had no intention of pitying him. As one of the drug lords in the Golden Triangle, the Eight-Faced Buddha had caused so many people to be destroyed. This kind of death was a good thing for him.

"Brother, the gold has been loaded." Crow came to Li Qing and asked in a low voice.

This time, New World got a good deal again. It was equivalent to earning double the gold.

Because there was no strong container, it could not be towed away by helicopter. Just now, Crow and his friends discussed that it was just right to drive the He family's truck back.

Li Qing threw down a half-smoked cigarette, "Let's go!", and then got on the helicopter and flew to the Thai border.

Crow and Baozhu drove slowly behind.

The truck also met the He family members walking on the road, and Crow even proudly gave He Guang and others a middle finger.

"Uncle Zhong, the car that just passed by seems to be our car."

A bodyguard said softly.

The old butler's face was ashen. If he saw it correctly, the person sitting in the car was one of Li Qing's right-hand men, Crow.

He Guang was breathing heavily, and the crow's middle finger just now almost took his breath away.

"Our car, please tell him to stop quickly. I can't do it anymore. I really can't walk."

Things went smoothly afterwards. Li Qing thanked General Ai Peng and said that he would bring something different to him next time.

Gold was also transported to Xiangjiang by water. Now the gold reserves in the New World are as bright as those of some famous jewelers in Xiangjiang.

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Xiangjiang, Mongkok New World Headquarters.

Xiao Ma and Wu Xiuqing stood in front of Li Qing.

"Have you rested?" Li Qing glanced at Wu Xiuqing, who was dressed in professional attire.

Wu Xiuqing nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Li. If it weren't for you, I would have died in the Golden Triangle."

She didn't know whether to call her boss or something else, so she just called him Mr. Li.

"No, you are a member of the new world. I will protect you for one day." Li Qing said with a smile.

Li Qing called her and Xiao Ma here mainly to ask about the production of new counterfeit banknotes.

"Both of you are experts in this field. You must grasp the direction of the new counterfeit banknotes. If you have any difficulties now, just tell me."

Xiao Ma looked at Wu Xiuqing. After all, she was an expert in counterfeit banknotes. She was more professional than him in this aspect of making banknotes.

Wu Xiuqing thought for a while, "Mr. Li, we currently lack engraving and gravure printing machines, ink, and we have relatively few manpower."

"You should be able to get it from a printing press, but ink is a little difficult."

The printing press is easy to solve. It is not difficult to get a gravure printing press in Ukraine. It is just a question of how much money it costs.

There is currently no solution for ink. Countries have strict protections for special inks.

"What suggestions do you have for manpower?"

"Mr. Li, have you ever heard of 'painter'?"