Zhang Yong turned around.

Look at the vast team that you have temporarily pulled together.

What a rabble!

Although there are many tricks, I still feel that Thomson is not as intimidating.

It would be great if there were twenty or thirty Thomsons.

Alas, I can't do it...

The original Thomson is completely imported through smuggling. It is very expensive. The price may exceed US$150 a piece.

150 US dollars at this time! How many things can you buy? It’s so expensive.

No wonder only gangsters in the United States can afford it. Because gangsters are not short of money. Even the U.S. military cannot afford to equip them.

Raise your fist.

Everyone immediately gathered towards him.

Zhang Yong got straight to the point.

"There are people from the Party Affairs Investigation Department ahead."

"About thirty people. All armed."

"I'm going to take you and scatter them all. Do you dare?"

"If you don't dare, you can stand at the back."

"I am the leader of the Special Agent Division of Fuxing Society. I am a sworn enemy of the Party Investigation Division. If you follow me, you will have a fight with the Party Investigation Division at any time..."

"Can I just shoot?"

Zhao Hai was eager to try. Others also looked forward to it.

Zhang Yong found that his opening remarks were useless. These people were eager to get into trouble with the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

This is not a matter of courage.

It's that kind of...

The question is whether he can control the situation.

These guys just can't wait. If they want to go up, they will just throw themselves into the fire and kill them all.

To be honest, Zhang Yong wanted to do it too, but it didn’t work!

No matter how crazy you are, you can't just go up and open fire. You can directly kill dozens of people on the other side.

Although the committee members deliberately created conflicts and caused discord between the Party Affairs Investigation Office and the Fuxing Society Secret Service, this would be more conducive to control. However, the situation should not get too big.

Just go up and open fire. That's massacre. The other party will definitely report it to the party headquarters.

I can't stand myself.

Last time, Ye Wansheng opened fire first, and then Cao Mengqi and others came to support, and then the fight broke out.

Because it was Ye Wansheng who opened fire first and he was responsible for the loss. Therefore, no matter how heavy the loss was, Xu Enzeng did not dare to report it. Both parties concealed the matter. Therefore, the committee must not know about it.

But not now.

"No." Zhang Yong shook his head, "Unless the situation is extremely tense, you cannot shoot."

"Can we use sticks, stones, bricks, or machetes?" Zhao Hai asked excitedly.

Zhang Yong:……

This seems to work.

As long as you don't shoot, any cold weapon will do.

"Okay." Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

There is no emphasis on not killing people.

This sentence cannot be said out loud. Otherwise, the momentum will be lost.

Both sides started fighting. You also restrained your men not to kill anyone. That's not funny. That's asking for death.

How did Emperor Jianwen end up? He was just stupid.

It was clear that Zhu Di had rebelled, but he still ordered his subordinates not to harm Zhu Di's life.

How funny.

How can we fight a war after receiving such an order?

Therefore, his orders are not subject to any restrictions. As long as they are cold weapons, fight them all!

No matter if he is beaten to death.

As long as he wasn't shot to death, he deserved to die!

then……

Zhao Hai waved his hand. Everyone immediately went to find the guy.

Some have sticks. Some have hoes. Some have shovels. Some have poles. There are also hatchets, machetes, maces...

etc!

Whose mace?

Zhang Yong feels a little dizzy...

Brutal...

Who got the mace from where?

Faint!

This thing is very cruel!

you……

Definitely not a monk.

If they were monks, Zhang Yong would eat the mace.

Turning around, I saw a blacksmith shop next to me.

Oh, it turns out that the mace was made inside. There are also a large number of eighteen kinds of weapons inside.

I had found sticks, poles, etc., and immediately rushed into the blacksmith shop, fully armed.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds are all available.

But the most popular one is the mace.

They are all made of genuine pig iron. They are heavy. Their hardness and toughness are unknown. But if they hit a person's body, their bones would definitely be broken.

The poor blacksmith shop owners, one old and one young, looked at them in horror.

Zhang Yong:……

He walked over helplessly.

The boss also looked at him in horror.

so many people.

So many guns.

What is that to be done?

"Boss, don't be nervous. I paid you. Calculate how much it costs."

"You, you..."

The boss thought it was a polite word, so how could he dare to actually charge me?

Zhang Yong took out the shell gun, pointed it at him, glared, and cursed angrily:

"Just accept it if I tell you to accept it!"

"Hurry up and calculate! I'll give you double it!"

"Hurry!"

The boss was frightened.

What? There are still people like this?

After a quick calculation, it was actually not much, more than a hundred oceans.

Pig iron is not very valuable. It is mainly made by labor. They and their sons worked hard to make it. But no one buys it. It has been backlogged for a long time.

"Okay, I'll give you two hundred oceans!"

"Make me fifty more maces! I'll pick them up in a month!"

"Hey, I'll give you another two hundred oceans!"
To be continued...