"Looking back, let's clean up the place. What are the messes? And this smell can kill me. Damn this group of black cockroaches don't even want to sweep their nests, and they are not afraid of dying from infectious diseases one day." Valentino, who looked up and down at his new and old nests, was very dissatisfied with the fact that his parents died of illness and had a slight obsession with cleanliness.

"Hey, the boss has heard of the sick cockroaches." The think tank next to him said intrigue.

"That's right." Valentino curled his mouth, "But from now on, this is not the land of those black cockroaches, we are the masters here!"

"The boss is very good at playing this trick. He took out a piece of land without paying any price. The other brothers also got the benefits. The superiors agreed to this matter without blaming them. It is really admirable!" The think tank hurriedly praised the smelly feet behind him. In addition to helping to find out the venue, he was mainly responsible for doing this. As for physical work such as killing people, it would be fine. It was not that material.

"Hmph, do you think the old guys above can let me go so easily?" Valentino glared at him fiercely, "I looked pretty this time, but in fact, I called their people to do things for myself without knowing the old men. In the end, the tacit understanding between them and the police were clear about the cunning ones."

"Then why are they still..." The think tank was a little confused. In fact, he was worried that the final benefits of this matter would be swallowed away by the superiors. Not only did Valentino offend people for nothing, but he also had to bear the reward for asking someone to help.

However, Valentino didn't say anything, but just glanced at the horsemen around who were busy cleaning the room.

"What the hell are you hanging out here? What should you do if you don't get out?" The smart and smart think tank immediately scolded the horsemen.

"Yes..." The maids felt aggrieved and said that they were not asking them to clean up, but they must not say that they were wronged and wronged. After all, the necessary condition for being a maid is not how capable you are or how loyal you are, but whether you have the vision in front of the leader!

"Boss, no matter what major thing you are planning, someone must help you with details and check the gaps, right?" For example, this think tank is a living baby who has been upgraded from a qualified maid to a dog-headed military advisor. His words and actions are all first-class and high emotional intelligence.

"When I went to the single-double meeting, do you know what Razor said to me?" Valentino sat on the big sofa that he had just despised, crossing his legs and touched a cigar from somewhere.

"What did he say?" The think tank immediately took out a lighter and helped light it, thinking to himself, you're just a slut, I've never seen you smoke a cigar before.

"He said he was going back to kill that black meat mountain!" Valentino's voice was not high, but his expression was extremely fierce, as if the person who wanted to go back was not a razor but him.

"Ah?!" The think tank almost didn't hold the lighter. He knew the razor. Although he was a veteran in the Haitian Gang, he was extremely popular because he was too capable of beating. Is this kind of person crazy to be the boss?

"Razor is just cruel, he is neither stupid nor crazy." Valentino sneered at the reaction of the think tank, "It is naturally someone who says he wants to do this."

"Can you say..." The think tank was confused first and then suddenly slapped his forehead, "Didn't the two mobile teams kill them at all?"

"You, you are so smart. If I want to be as smart as you, why bother to get involved in this matter?" Valentino reached out and slapped the think tank on the shoulder, and said enviously and jealously.

"This, I really didn't expect this." The think tank rubbed his shoulder that was hurt by being patted, "Razor is really thinking about it, what a loyal mad dog in the past."

"If he can't think about it, even his people will turn into the pile of corpses in the market of Lekka." Valentino's sneer became even colder, "Why are there only a hundred people in the mobile team who have been the strongest armed forces in Paris for so many years? It's really a joke to think that the things that cannot be obtained on the market are the same as those rags on the market?"

"Oh, that's right, the world is the most alive." The think tank sighed, "But if that's the case, you'll let the boss go above and you mean..."

"I didn't tell them that Razor's rebellion was supported by the Mobile Team. I just said that Razor's brothers died too much and went crazy." Valentino's sneer suddenly showed some reverence and fear of the think tank. "Those old guys don't move me now, because they don't want them to make civil strife first while taking advantage of the Haiti Gang's civil strife."

"Ha, so that's the case! I finally figured it out!" The think tank suddenly realized, and he finally understood the true intentions of everyone's series of confusing operations.

Otherwise, how could the 21st century be the era of information? No matter how smart you are, as long as you are not as rich as others' information, you will be played with by others and you will not know yourself. If a real boss wants to say how strong he is, he will mostly know more details than others before he knows some details. It is these inconspicuous details that can often achieve huge results, such as the power change of two gangs.

"Boss, you don't just want to leave a chair for yourself here, right?" The fire of ambition suddenly ignited in the think tank's chest. Now Valentino retreated at the last moment, and his think tank would push him forward.

"I made an agreement with Razor that when the dead old men above hit me, I would just take off their nests. Anyway, these idiots entered the Haiti Gang's territory and couldn't come back alive. The two of the mobile team will 'hospits' them well." Of course, there was no need for think tanks to persuade them at all. Valendino had already made up his mind in the dirty room in the Laike Market.

"That's better let the brothers now..."

"No, don't move anything now." Valentino grabbed the think tank who was restless by his ambition. "Those old men are very terrified. If I have something strange here, they will react immediately and let everyone honestly accept the territory and don't do anything else. It's better to show off the illusion of defending the territory."

"Make them feel that we are afraid of settlement after the autumn, so that they will not doubt that they have him!" The think tank immediately added after being awakened.

"Yes, go." Valentino slapped the think tank's ass hard and laughed happily.

Well, don't say it, it feels pretty good.

——Hours ago·Rust Club—

"You, you can't kill me. If I die, the entire Haiti Gang will fall apart!" The black meat mountain shrank behind the sofa that was flipping, and the dreaded braids of the steamed buns were now stuck together in blood. I don't know where the 24K pure-footed gold chain was thrown away. The scars of the skin and flesh were on the left and right of the body. The deliberate actions were not fatal.

"When Old Marx died, did he tell you the same?" The razor pulled off a piece of pretty clean fabric from the sarcastic woman on the ground, and used it to wipe the injured slash.

"I..." Hei Roushan was stunned, recalling the scene that happened here five years ago, but at that time he was standing on the razor's seat, huddling behind the sofa, the guy trembling in the trembling name of Old Marx.

"Then did you let him go? I remember that the body seemed to be thrown into the Seine by me and others?" Razor knew better about this. After all, he was the absolute main force among the rebels at that time. He killed the most and the most fiercely in the entire gang.

Hei Roushan had nothing to say. When things got to this point, begging for mercy was impossible. It was even more dreaming to survive. The Haiti Gang was never a dictatorial organization like a feudal empire. If the previous gang leader is gone, the next gang leader will only appear. As for who the next gang leader will be, it is never the previous gang leader who has the final say.

"You deserve to die with this little courage." Razor completely lost the interest in torture Heiroshan and rushed forward and slashed at the other party's neck.

"Puff!" The blood column flew into the air with its big head, and the snow-white ceiling was stained with red spots.
Chapter completed!