"Go in."
After firing a bullet chain, Si Tuang put away the general machine gun, picked up two submachine guns, filled the magazines and led people into the general administration building.
At this time, the general administration building was already in chaos. When Xi Tuang and others came in, there was basically very little resistance here. Most of the South Korean police were hiding and running for their lives.
If you want them to work hard, it's not that there aren't people like that, but the proportion is very small.
On the only way to the upper floor, a policeman hid nervously at the door, clutching a pistol tightly in his hand, planning to wait for Xi Tuang and others to sneak up on them when they passed by.
He had already heard the faint footsteps outside, his breathing became heavier and his body tensed.
However, just as his heartbeat was racing, an object was suddenly thrown in from outside the door and rolled to the floor of the room.
It was a round grenade with small bumps on the surface and engraved with prefabricated fragments.
After seeing clearly, the policeman's mind went blank.
boom!
The floor shook, and explosion smoke poured out from the door.
Xituang passed by here with an expressionless face, the submachine gun in his hand aimed in another direction.
There, two policemen who were preparing for a sneak attack just revealed themselves and faced the fire of submachine guns.
The super-high rate of fire of the submachine gun emptied the magazine in a few seconds. The two policemen who were sneak-attacking were shot like a sieve, with bloody holes punched in their bodies. The splattered blood dyed the wall behind them red, like soft mud. Fall to the ground.
Next to him, another gene warrior was holding a spray gun, running quickly, rushing through an intersection, and pulling the trigger at the same time as he passed by.
A policeman who was hiding here and wanted to make a sneak attack saw a flash of fire before he could react, and he no longer had any consciousness.
The policeman was hit by a troll at close range. His upper body was smashed, his head exploded like a watermelon, and he died horribly.
In the corridor, the last genetic warrior carried a heavy explosion-proof shield and advanced slowly.
"Go to hell, you bastard."
"Xi Ba, you fanatics, die quickly!"
"Kill them."
Several South Korean policemen shouted and fired wildly with pistols.
The bullets made dents in the heavy explosion-proof shield, and cracks as fine as melons and white capsules appeared inside the bullet-proof glass above.
If you switch to a rifle, you can indeed penetrate it, but the low-speed bullets fired from a pistol are still a little less powerful.
This genetic warrior was holding a shield. When the policemen finished firing a bunch of bullets and were busy changing ammunition, he stood the shield in the aisle, then leaned out, holding an AK rifle, and pulled the trigger forward.
With only half a magazine, several policemen fell. The 7.62mm bullets pierced their bodies. They might have survived if they were hit by a few bullets with a pistol, but there was basically no such possibility with a rifle, not to mention that the genetic warriors still hit vital parts.
The three gene warriors of Xi Tuang advanced all the way, almost killing gods when God blocked them, and killing Buddha when Buddha blocked them. They were unstoppable.
The policemen in the police headquarters building were beaten to a pulp. In front of the genetic warriors, their so-called desperate efforts were just sacrifices in vain.
And after all, the policemen who dare to fight are only a minority among the minority, and it is difficult to find one out of ten people.
These South Korean police officers deal with various police situations on weekdays, mostly trivial matters, fights, and fights. They do not use guns at all, and their training in marksmanship is sparse and ordinary. At this critical moment, they are faced with heavy firepower. Genetic warriors, these South Korean police are terrified.
Some of the police officers who resisted did not know what was happening at all. They only knew that gangsters had broken into the headquarters building. They did not know what the enemy's configuration was.
When they thought it was just a knife-wielding gangster, they faced the dark muzzle of the genetic warrior's gun. It was too late to regret, and they were sent away by bullets.
The movements of the genetic warriors were quite restrained. They had no intention of revealing their true identities now. Otherwise, if they showed their full strength, all the police in the building would have been slaughtered long ago.
After the resistance forces were simply eliminated, the two genetic warriors stayed behind at the headquarters building to resist subsequent police reinforcements.
Xituang, on the other hand, took Jin Changming with him, preparing to find this target.
"Where is your director?"
In a room, Xi Tuang kicked in the door.
Inside were several trembling policemen, both men and women. When they saw Si Tuang, they screamed repeatedly.
"If you shout again, I'll kill you."
Si Tuang's cold gaze swept across. In front of the cold muzzle of the gun, several policemen quickly covered their mouths, and a female policewoman was sobbing softly.
"We are clerks, please don't kill us."
Some female police officers were crying, while some male police officers had the courage to reply. They were not equipped with guns and did not dare to resist at all.
"Where is your director? Take us up."
Si Tuang randomly grabbed a male policeman and asked him to lead the way without any explanation.
The male policeman did not dare to resist at all and could only lead the way in fear.
The Police Headquarters has more than ten floors, and the director's position is on the eighth floor.
When Si Tuang went up, he saw no one in the director's office.
"Sir, the target person is hiding in the toilet on the twelfth floor."
At this time, a voice came from the walkie-talkie worn by Si Tuang on his chest. Another genetic warrior seized the control room of the police headquarters building and found out the location of the Gwangju director.
Xi Tuang took Jin Changming to the women's restroom on the twelfth floor.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Si Tuang kicked open the closed toilet doors one by one. In the last compartment, a fat policeman with a big belly was hiding. He was exactly what Xi Tuang was looking for.
"The boss of Xitu, he is Park Dong-hyun, the director of Gwangju."
Jin Changming quickly identified it. Even though he saw Park Dongxian with his own eyes at this time, he still couldn't believe it.
He actually forced his way into the headquarters building and fought his way up to capture the Gwangju Police Chief alive. He would never have dared to do something so outrageous in his wildest dreams.
Si Tuang dragged the other party's collar and pulled Park Dongxian, the Gwangju police chief, out of the compartment.
"Sepal, Assi, you brat, what do you want to do? I am the Gwangju Police Chief. If you touch me, I will be finished."
Park Dongxian kept struggling, with a look of horror on his face.
His brain was spinning wildly at this time, thinking about when he had offended such a strong man and actually wanted to force his way into the police headquarters building to do something to him.
But after much thought, he couldn't figure out what the problem was. There was no way he would risk offending such a crazy desperado!
"Park Dongxian, right? Who gave you the order to attack the Ronan faction and destroy the goods in the Ronan faction's warehouse?"
Situ Aung knelt down and pulled out the dagger tied to his calf. The bright sharp dagger reflected Situ Aung's cold and cold eyes, making Park Dongxian shudder. "Are you the Jieke Group?"
Park Dongxian seemed to understand something and guessed the origin of Xituang.
With a look of horror in his eyes, he finally understood who he had offended, and his whole body trembled.
Uh-huh!
The Xituang dagger swiped across Park Dongxian's palm, and two fingers fell off.
"I am asking and answering questions."
Park Dongxian screamed in pain like a slaughtering pig. He had no willpower at all, even worse than the gangster boss of the Yutai faction. Before Si Tuang could continue the torture, he cried and shouted: "It's the Li family, it's the Li family." What I was told to do is none of my business. I am not trying to mess with your Jieke Group!”
"Li family, which Li family?"
Si Tuon frowned and raised the dagger again.
Jin Changming behind him heard the Li family, his face changed slightly, and he subconsciously said: "The Li family, is it the Li family of the Samsung Group?"
"Yes, yes, that's the Li family, the Li family. They called me that day and asked me to solve the Jieke Group's smuggling channels. They called me a large amount of money. Regarding their Li family's affairs, I am a small police department. How can I refuse?”
Park Dongxian nodded repeatedly and explained everything.
"It's really the Li family."
When the speculation in his heart became reality, Jin Changming took a breath and looked shocked.
Because this name has an unparalleled power of shock to every South Korean.
Next to him, Si Tuang had already emptied Park Dongxian's life with a dagger. Even though the other party begged frantically for mercy and was willing to sacrifice all his wealth, Si Tuang didn't hesitate for even half a second.
"Samsung Li Family, I have heard of this name, the one that produces mobile phones and screens."
Si Tuang wiped the blood stains from the dagger on the clothes of Park Dongxian's body, put it back into his calf, and then stood up.
"It's not just that. They are involved in all walks of life in South Korea and are the largest and most powerful chaebol in our country."
Jin Changming was extremely shocked. As a South Korean, it was impossible not to know South Korea's Samsung Group and the Lee family that controlled this commercial aircraft carrier.
In South Korea, Samsung Group’s revenue is equivalent to 20% of South Korea’s GDP. Its business scope covers consumer electronics such as smartphones and televisions, components such as chips and lithium-ion batteries, clothing, hotels, resorts, and construction. , life insurance, advertising, shipbuilding, aviation and weapons technology.
Looking around the world, business giants like South Korea's Samsung Group are extremely rare. Their economy has completely hijacked South Korea, so South Korea is often nicknamed the Samsung Republic by the outside world.
If I have to use one sentence to describe Samsung Group and its ubiquitous influence on South Korean society, it must be this sentence: South Koreans cannot live without three things in their lives: death, taxes and Samsung.
This shows how powerful the Samsung Group, a chaebol, and the Lee family that controls this chaebol are in South Korea.
They have truly shared weal and woe with the country, and can be described as a smooth president and an iron-clad three-star president.
As long as South Korea's political system remains unchanged, there will naturally be a living environment for the Samsung Group, and the Lee family can also act as the people behind the scenes to control South Korea's economy and politics and plunder the country's wealth.
Xituan was not from South Korea, so he disagreed and continued to walk outside.
"Boss Xitu, why don't we stop here, that's the Li family"
Jin Changming had never been so scared. As a South Korean, the Lee family of Samsung was born with a mountain that they could not escape. He felt terrified from the bottom of his heart.
"What's wrong with the Li family? Do you have a good impression of the Li family?"
Si Tuon turned to look at him.
"No, no, but that is the Li family after all. They are different from ordinary companies. They are the largest chaebol in our country. Their influence penetrates into all aspects, just like your Jieke Group."
Jin Changming shook his head repeatedly. He naturally had no favorable impression of the Li family. Most South Koreans actually had no favorable impression of the Li family, but they had no choice but to squeeze their heads and wanted to join the Samsung Group.
"His three stars are worthy of comparison with us."
Xi Tuang suddenly turned his head and stared at Jin Changming, his eyes as cold as blades startled Jin Changming.
"Yes, yes, Samsung Group can't compare."
Jin Changming was afraid that Xi Tuang would shoot him, so he nodded hurriedly.
Xituang snorted coldly and said: "Before the arrival of the Jieco Group, our local people's lives were difficult. After the arrival of the Jieco Group, our lives have become more colorful and our lives are getting better day by day. Can the Samsung Group compare? ”
"Well, that's really not possible."
Jin Changming thought about it and realized that this was really incomparable.
Because of the existence of Samsung Group, they have hijacked South Korea's economy and controlled the income of South Korean people.
Speaking of which, South Korea is a developed country, but from the food level, we can see that kimchi is a treasure, and Chinese side dishes can be used as state banquets here.
Samsung Group suppresses people's income. As long as people's income is not enough to survive, they will have to work hard for food, clothing, housing and transportation throughout their lives.
The Samsung Group has a lot of wealth, so people must be controlled by them and contribute productivity to their work.
In this way, a balance is maintained that will remain unchanged for hundreds of years and thousands of years. We use wealth to control the people and make them work for themselves throughout their lives.
Many South Koreans may not understand this truth, but entering the Samsung Group is their only choice, because the treatment of other companies is not as good as that of the Samsung Group. A large number of innovative companies with development opportunities have been suppressed and bankrupted by Samsung, eliminating competitors and not allowing them to As it develops, Samsung's position in South Korea will be irreplaceable.
"In addition, you said one thing wrong. Jieke Group is not just a company."
Xi Tuang patted Jin Changming on the shoulder, looked at the police reinforcements coming outside, and sneered at the piercing sound of sirens: "Samsung Group is a chaebol, so it's awesome, right? Come and see what a warlord is." , our Jieke Group is also very good at entering into business wars, especially with chaebols.”
Jin Changming's brain felt like an electric shock, and his whole body was agitated. This sentence revealed the key to the problem.
"Just a beautiful, state-raised son of a bitch. Is this all you know about our Jieco Group?"
Xituang's eyes were a little disdainful. The beautiful country was afraid of them, let alone the Samsung Group. Jin Changming compared the Samsung Group with the Jieke Group, which made him feel that this was the worst insult the Jieke Group had ever received.
Jin Changming's eyes became clear at this time. He thought of the famous violent rule of the Kaka era of military dictators in South Korean history. As the saying goes, my name is Dou Hwan, the people who beat him screamed.
At that time, the plutocrats didn't dare to make any mistakes. They were as honest as sheep and were afraid of the military police's six sticks per second.
Thinking of this, Jin Changming quickly stood at attention with his legs crossed and shouted to Xitu Ang: "Boss Xitu, I yearn for the Jieke Group the most. To President Su, loyalty! Loyalty! Loyalty!"
Jin Changming shouted three times in a row, with a respectful expression on his face, for fear that Xi Tuang would have any objections to him.
A smile appeared on Si Tuang's lips, and he nodded: "Okay, follow us, it's time for us to leave."
"Yes!"
The two went downstairs, got into the car with two other genetic warriors, and drove out of the general administration building at high speed. Through their superb driving skills and several car changes, they entered the densely populated shopping mall, shook off the pursuing police, and completed the task. Get away. (End of chapter)