Chapter 347: Perkins' Death and the Beggars' Gang

Perkins knew it was too late to jump out of the car, so he could only roll under the seat.

The model of the rocket on the opposite side was a light armor-piercing bullet. Although it would penetrate the bulletproof car, it would not cause the car to explode.

The driver of the special car did not react like this. In the blink of an eye, the rocket was close at hand, "Thank you..."

The rocket directly penetrated the chassis of the bulletproof car, and the huge explosive force caused the moving car to flip over.

"Haha... hit." Ahua patted the son's shoulder and signaled him to slow down.

The son also smiled and slowed down, turning and driving towards the bulletproof car that was overturned not far away.

After a while, the car stopped not far from the bulletproof car.

The quality of the bulletproof car is very good. From the front, there is only a black hole the size of a basketball, and the tail of the rocket can be vaguely seen.

It seems that the armor-piercing bullet in the front has hit the car, and half of the driver's body can be seen through the windshield.

Ahua picked up the gun and got out of the car, intending to check it out. He must confirm whether Perkins is really dead.

"Hey, Ahua." The young master shook his head gently. The last time, several of them had fought with Perkins. They couldn't beat this woman alone.

"There are three rockets left. Use them all first."

Perkins, who was half dead in the bulletproof car, heard the young master's words faintly, "Bitch, shit! Fighting Afghanistan? Bringing so many rockets."

He no longer hesitated, and kicked the car door open without saying a word and shot at the other party.

"Ding ding ding..." The bullets hit the car, making a crisp sound.

The young master and Ahua looked at Perkins who came out, and they were not to be outdone and fired a burst of bullets with their guns.

Perkins used the bulletproof car as a cover and fought back.

She looked at the only magazine left in her hand with a grim face. This time, she was afraid that she would have to die here.

Suddenly, a round object was thrown over, "Shit, grenade."

Perkins only had time to lie down, and the grenade exploded not far from her. Countless steel balls scattered and hit the bulletproof car, making a "ding ding ding..." sound.

Following several more grenades, Perkins had no place to hide now, and a shrill scream came out of her mouth.

The whole body was blown up like a rag doll, and she fell to the ground miserably, with only exhalation but no inhalation in her mouth.

Mr. Gongzi and Ahua carefully surrounded from both sides, and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Perkins on the ground who had no power to resist. They finally got it done.

"Hey, Perkins, the Continental Hotel can't save you, go with peace of mind."

Mr. Gongzi smiled and looked at Perkins who was dying on the ground.

Perkins stared at Gongzi and Ah Hua with his remaining eyeball viciously, "I'm waiting for you in hell. The Continental Hotel won't let you go, and neither will the High Table."

"Bitch, it's a pity you can't see it anymore." Gongzi looked at Perkins with contempt, raised the gun in his hand and blew her head off.

Then Gongzi said contemptuously: "Continental Hotel? Haha~"

At Li Qing's villa, at the same time, Li Qing received the news of Perkins' death. This time he had to fight the Continental Hotel openly.

"A Jin, go to Bali District to find Bowery King of the "Beggar Gang" and buy all the information about Gotham City Hotel! Remember, everything."

Li Qing said seriously.

Gao Jin responded quickly.

The name "Beggar Gang" was given by Li Qing to the Bali District gang, because the composition of this gang is similar to the Beggar Gang in Chinese martial arts novels, and it makes a living by begging on the surface.

In fact, it is an underground information station, and any movement in Gotham City cannot be hidden from it.

Almost all the beggars in Gotham City are members of the "Beggars' Gang". They use the most primitive way - pigeons to transmit information.

Half an hour later, Gao Jin stood beside Li Qing with a difficult expression.

"Brother, Bowery said he wanted to meet you and would sell the news to us after the meeting."

Zhang Dongxiu next to him frowned and glared at Gao Jin, "Ah Jin, you and Brother have been together for more than one or two days. It's so dangerous that you can't let..."

Li Qing raised his hand to interrupt Zhang Dongxiu's words. He knew what Zhang Dongxiu meant and didn't want to put himself in danger.

But he was also very interested in Bowery and his "Beggars' Gang", so he simply agreed.

"Okay, then we will set off immediately to meet the leader of the Beggars' Gang, haha..."

The group drove to the Bali District, which is a typical slum area, full of homeless people and unemployed vagrants.

Some gangsters with metal chains stood on the side of the road in twos and threes to chat.

As soon as Li Qing and others got off the car, they felt that several pairs of eyes were staring at them.

"Humph!" Crow unbuttoned his suit unsatisfiedly, revealing the gun bag on his waist, and there were fewer such eyes.

Gao Jin walked up to a beggar on the ground and said, "Hey, tell Bowery that my big brother is here."

The beggar with a scraggly beard on the ground looked up at Gao Jin, picked up the broken bowl in his hand and shook it.

Gao Jin took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and put it in the bowl.

"Follow me!"

The beggar put the hundred dollars in his pocket, stood up and gestured to Li Qing and others.

The beggar led a group of people, twisted and turned in the alley, and finally came to an abandoned factory and knocked on the iron gate.

After waiting for a while, the iron gate opened, and a sturdy black man walked out, with a messy gray beard, no different from a homeless person on the street.

"Hey, Li, hello! My friend." Bowery stretched out his hand, intending to shake hands with Li Qing.

Although it was the first time they met, it was obvious that Bowery was very happy.

"Bowery? Hello!"

Li Qing also extended his hand and shook it vigorously.

Then Bowery took him to visit his "factory", or to show off his achievements.

The table was full of US dollars, and two Casida Business counting machines were running desperately, which shocked Crow, who was used to seeing piles of US dollars.

"Fuck, so many?" Then he walked forward and began to observe, and then... nothing happened because most of the piles of US dollars were small denominations of 1 or 5 dollars.

It looked spectacular, but there was actually not much money.

Behind him was a group of beggars queuing up to offer sacrifices. Looking at the small denomination bills in their hands, you can know where the money on the table came from. After all, it is generally impossible to beg for large denomination bills.

Further in, two people were using SC-22 coin sorting machines to distinguish and classify coins of different denominations.

Bowery was very generous to his men, and one of his men muttered to Bowery for a while.

He casually picked up a bunch of hundred-dollar bills on the table and threw them over.

"How's that, my friend, isn't he magnificent?" Bowery said, pointing at the entire chain.

Li Qing also raised his eyebrow, nodded, and said perfunctorily: "Well, it's amazing!"

"Beggars' Gang" does have its own unique features, but not much!

Just now, a piece of news was worth 10,000 US dollars. These little things in front of us are all used to deceive people, just like the protection fee collected by the New World.

The main income of the "Beggars' Gang" is still selling news.