Hong Kong General: I have a lot of vests

The eldest brother informed Han Chen that he would do the transaction himself.

Han Chen was overjoyed, but he forced himself to suppress his inner joy. He said that he had already agreed on a transaction location with Zhao Ruilong and promised that both parties would bring ten bodyguards each.

"Chicken Island?"

I was curious, this place sounded very strange,

"Oh~~, my lord, that is a deserted island, located on the border of Handong, 50 kilometers away from Hong Kong Island."

Han Chen's voice is very pretentious, just like a voice actor in a dubbed film.

"That's okay!"

The foreigner has received special agent training, and three or five big men can't get close to him.

Unfortunately, many years of official career and his greed for money have made him lose his professional sensitivity.

"My dear brother, I don't even know your name. I can't call you Director when the time comes, can I?"

"Xiao Han, just call me Charles."

"Killed by stabbing?"

"Charles"

"Wipe the earwax?"

……

Three days later, at 3:30 in the morning, a yacht left Victoria Pier and headed north.

"Charles, this is a beautiful boat."

Han Chen pretended to be a country bumpkin and looked at the interior of the yacht.

The eldest brother showed disdain: "Xiao Han, this is just a small boat, only a few dozen feet long, it's just Fang Jiexia's private car."

"Fang Jiexia? Beautiful police superintendent? Slurp~ha"

"Haha, you like that Chaihuo girl? That's fine, your wife just died, just follow me and do business well, and then I will marry Fang Jiexia to you!"

Han Chen couldn't believe it. Fang Jiexia was the eldest daughter of the Fang family in Hong Kong Island. She was beautiful and her police rank was higher than Huang Xiao's. How could Charles, the eldest brother, decide her fate with just one sentence?

"The Fang family is just a dog of our John Bull!"

Han Chen thought to himself, you foreigner, stop bragging. The master is permanent, but the top boss comes and goes.

The Fang family is part of the "master family" of Hong Kong Island, and you are just a passing official.

People respect the chair under your butt, not you as a person.

The yacht was moving very slowly. Han Chen and his party arrived at the waters of Fangji Island at around five o'clock. Charles was not in a hurry to get off the boat, but drove the yacht around the island himself. He found that the island was not big, only a few square kilometers, and there were no buildings. There was only a large aircraft parked on a beach.

"Charles, is it ok?"

"Okay, Xiao Han, how do you contact them?"

“The traditional way!”

Han Chen took out a rocket from his arms.

"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet you!"

Whoosh~Bang~

A cat's head made of flames appeared in the air, and Brother Charles felt that the cat looked familiar.

Whoosh~Bang~

Another cat-head firework appeared in the sky above the beach.

Charles ignored his doubts and ordered his men to stop over.

Before the yacht came to a complete stop, Han Chen jumped down first.

"Mr. Charles, let me introduce you!"

Charles followed, followed by ten masked men armed with guns.

"This is the second daughter of the Zhao family, Ms. Zhao Xiaohui!"

Charles noticed that this Dragon Country woman was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a noble temperament, and wearing white gloves on her hands.

"Hello, beautiful lady, it's an honor to meet you!"

Charles gently pulled the woman's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"Hmm~"

The woman didn't say anything, but just made a nasal sound, as if keeping people at a distance.

Charles was not surprised. This kind of arrogant second generation always looked down on others, just like John Bull's noble ladies.

"This is the young master of the Zhao family, Mr. Zhao Ruilong!"

Charles noticed this handsome man, with a middle-parted hair, wearing overalls, holding a basketball, wearing sneakers, and a face prettier than a woman. Is he a man?

"Ah? You're a man?"

Zhao Ruilong was kind and took the initiative to pull Charles, putting his arm around his shoulders. A strong smell of sweat rushed into Charles' nostrils.

"Mr. Charles, Confucius said: It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar! Welcome to Handong!"

Charles tried hard to suppress his stomach discomfort. The smell was too strong, like a basketball player who had just come off the court.

"Mr. Zhao, can you?"

"Oh, I just played a game of beach basketball and I was a little sweaty. Sorry, sorry."

Zhao Ruilong retreated again and again, not to his own side, but to Charles' bodyguard side.

Charles felt the air refreshed. It was hard to imagine that such a handsome boy was actually a sports enthusiast?

It's such a waste of resources. The John Bull elites love this kind of stuff the most.

"Charles, where is what I want?"

"Mr. Zhao, where is the money I asked for?"

The two smiled at each other. Five tons of blue ice was too huge to be carried out.

Likewise, five US dollars equals more than five tons, so it is not realistic to take it out.

"Mr. Charles, the money is on the boat. Would you like to check it yourself?"

"Mr. Zhao, Lan Bing is on the yacht. Would you like to go over and inspect the goods in person?"

Charles was a little hesitant. It was the first time he conducted a personal transaction and the two sides had not established sufficient trust. If he boarded the ship rashly, what if there was an ambush?

Zhao Ruilong seemed to see Charles's concerns.

"How about this, I'll go with you to check the banknotes"

Charles' eyes lit up. This was indeed possible. Zhao Ruilong looked weak and frail. Knowing how to play basketball was nothing. It wasn't like he knew Dragon Country Kung Fu.

"Okay, since Mr. Zhao is so generous, we, John Bull, are not stingy either. After the deal is done, the yacht will be given to you! You can drive away directly!"

"Deal! It's a deal!"

The two sides hit it off immediately. Zhao Ruilong accompanied Charles to count the money, Han Chen accompanied Zhao Xiaohui to look at the goods, and the bodyguards stayed on the beach to enjoy the sunrise.

"This way, Mr. Charles!"

Charles boarded the plane and found it piled high with US dollar bills. The strong smell of ink filled the air.

"Wow~ This is life! Even the air is filled with the smell of money!"

Five hundred million US dollars is about five cubic meters. How spectacular it would be if they were piled together!

Charles touched here and there, took out an ultraviolet lamp to shine on it, and found the watermark and gold line. He then took out a money detector pen and ran it over the banknote. The color changed from green to purple, no problem. Finally, he took out a money detector from his bag.

"Ding~ Real money!"

The money detector made a pleasant electronic sound, and Charles felt ecstatic. Five hundred million US dollars was about to be in his hands!

What Zhao Ruilong gave was real money!

"Hahaha! Mr. Zhao, you are such an honest and trustworthy young man!"

Zhao Ruilong smiled.

"Of course, it happens all the time! It's only 500 million, it's not a lot of money."

Charles felt that his life had reached its climax and patted Zhao Ruilong on the shoulder.

"Mr. Zhao, there is an old saying in Long Country that heroes emerge from youth since ancient times. You are a great hero."

"No, no, you are the real gentleman John Bull!"

Zhao Ruilong seemed to be waiting for something and kept looking in the direction of the yacht.

Charles thought Zhao Ruilong was worried about his sister, so he comforted her:

"Don't worry, your sister is safe. Han Chen, that short guy, is definitely no match for Miss Zhao."

Zhao Ruilong: “Haha”

Charles continued, “Now that we have established mutual trust, why not contact each other directly?”

Zhao Ruilong: "Kill Han Chen?"

Charles: "That's too bloody! It would be great to throw it down to feed the sharks!"

"Bad guy!"

"Bad guy!"

The two seemed to have similar interests. Suddenly, a black flash penetrated into Zhao Ruilong's arms.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Charles, it's just my cat!"

"Meow~ (Sister Yang said the goods are fine!)"

The black cat cried out, and Zhao Ruilong looked at Charles with a strange smile:

"Mr. Charles, I have a question for you."

The sea breeze blew, and Charles felt a little cold: "You say!"

Zhao Ruilong: "Do you prefer 7.62 or 5.56?"