Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0367 Fan Hongdou was injured
Nan Yi had just finished a phone call and made an appointment with Oliver Stone to meet tomorrow when Johnny called.
"Johnny, what's up?"
"Don't worry, Boss. Nothing bad is going to happen. I just found a great melee weapon and want to invest in it."
"Investment? Not procurement?"
"Yes, investment, not purchase. The weapon I'm talking about is called Acheson Assault-12, and its inventor is Maxwell Acheson. It is an automatic shotgun. The prototype design is very simple, using some parts of existing weapons. The receiver is made of steel pipe, the buttstock and handguard are M16 style, and the firing mechanism is directly adopted from the M1918 BAR automatic rifle.
It uses a free-style bolt that is rarely used in shotguns, but in order to offset the recoil during shooting, the bolt itself is very heavy, weighing 1.4kg, and uses an unlocked and ready-to-fire method.
The rifle has a particularly long recoil stroke, which helps reduce recoil and rate of fire. It can be fired in semi-automatic or fully automatic mode, and is fed by a detachable 5-round single-column box magazine or a 20-round drum magazine.
In order to hang the heavy drum firmly and prevent it from falling off during recoil, there is a large guard ring in front of the grip as a magazine support, with matching positioning grooves in front of the guard ring and behind the magazine.
"Automatic shotgun?"
Nan Yi listened to Johnny's description and realized that he should be talking about "AA-12".
This gun is an excellent close combat weapon, but unfortunately it is difficult to find its position. It is not suitable for military use. It is too heavy to carry such an auxiliary weapon in addition to an assault rifle, and it is a bit useless as a main combat weapon.
As for police use, after all, it is mainly for uniforms, and a pump-action shotgun is enough to break down doors, so there is not much point in carrying a high-powered shotgun; and in the civilian market, the power of the AA-12 is a bit too strong. Whoever holds it in his hand and pulls the trigger can kill anyone who stands in his way, and no country dares to let it fall into the hands of civilians.
However, for a team like the Peace Doves, the members themselves are elites who have retired from the army. Each of them has a strong load-bearing capacity. In addition, the main tactic they use is dimensionality reduction attack, so the AA-12 is very suitable for the Peace Doves.
"Yes, a shotgun that can fire fully automatically. Maxwell Acheson's situation is very bad. He can't find anyone who appreciates the AA-12. Even if we place an order, he has no place to organize production, so we must invest in his company."
"How much?"
"One million US dollars is enough."
"It's not a lot of money, but the AA-12 you described looks a bit like the USAS-12 shotgun produced by Daewoo. Are you sure there won't be any problems with the patent?"
"No problem. The USAS-12 produced by Daewoo was originally authorized by Maxwell Acheson to Gilbert Instruments. They designed it based on the AA-12."
"Oh, I see. Let's invest then."
One million US dollars is not a lot of money, so you can invest in a gun design company just for fun.
Perhaps it was an appointment. Just as Nan Yi and Johnny finished their conversation, another call came in. Nan Yi picked it up and found that it was from Che Qianzi, the captain of the Southern Country team who followed Fan Hongdou.
"Boss, something happened to the young lady."
"explain."
"The young lady was hit by a stray bullet when she went to Shanghai Palace for dinner after checking the vegetable store on Yunhe Street."
"Hit?" Nan Yi stood up from his seat suddenly. "Is it serious?"
"It's not a big deal, just a scratch on my face, and a little blood."
"Will it leave scars?"
Che Qianzi hesitantly said, "It may leave a light scar."
"Got it. Tell the lady not to go out recently." Nan Yi hung up the phone, called Johnny to make some arrangements, and then called Oliver Stone, asking him to take the trouble to go to New York to see him.
"Ruoyin, pack up, let's go back to New York. Something happened to Hongdou."
A few hours later, Nan Yi and Nan Ruoyin appeared at Columbus Apartment's home in the south attic.
"Does it hurt?"
As soon as he entered the room, Nan Yi knocked on Fan Hongdou's door and checked her wounds.
"Godfather, it doesn't hurt."
Nan Yi pressed the bandaged area and asked, "No stitches, right?"
"No, the doctor just applied some medicine on me and said it's not a big problem. Godfather, I'm fine." Fan Hongdou didn't care about the wound on her face.
"Be careful when you go to Chinatown next time."
"I know, godfather. I have always been very careful. I just happened to meet him by accident this time."
"Well, watch some TV and have a good rest." Nan Yi stroked Fan Hongdou's hair, then walked out of her room and came to the sky garden outside.
"Boss, I brought two teams with me. We deployed three M249SAW light machine guns. The elevator entrance has been blocked, and no one can get up. The helicopter is also on standby 24 hours a day and can evacuate the people as soon as possible."
"Very good, tell me what happened." Nan Yi nodded and led Johnny to sit on a chair in the corner.
New York can be said to be the Nan family's base camp. For his own safety, Nan Yi had already let people know about the underground forces here. He had sufficient intelligence in his hands and there was no need for a temporary investigation.
"Boss, the Shanghai Palace is on Yunhe Street, near Little Italy City. It is the dividing line between the Chinese forces and the Italian Mafia. For decades, they have never offended each other.
After receiving your call, I went to inquire about it. This incident has nothing to do with the Mafia. It is a dispute among Chinese people.
Boss, there are two powerful organizations in Chinatown - Hip Sing Tong and On Leung Tong. Now On Leung Tong keeps a very low profile and no longer gets involved in gang affairs.
But Hip Sing Tong is different. Its president is Wu Jiazhao, also known as Uncle Seven, who is regarded as another Chinatown mayor after Tom Lee. He is a super veteran who has been in New York's Chinatown for decades. Even the various Chinese gangs in the West Coast and the South have to give him face.
Nowadays, there are only two big gangs in Chinatown, the Ghost Gang and the Flying Dragon Gang. A few years ago, Boss Yin of the Ghost Gang wanted to annex the Flying Dragon Gang, so there have been constant disputes between the two gangs.
The Shanghai Palace is owned by the Ghost Shadow Gang. Wu Jiazhao has always been inclined to support the Ghost Shadow Gang, so he often eats at the Shanghai Palace. Today, the people from the Flying Dragon Gang wanted to assassinate him, and the young lady was implicated. "
"Dead?"
"No one is dead, only a few bodyguards died."
"How old are you?"
"Sixty-seven."
"You have lived long enough. Leave some fresh air for the young people. Tell us about the situation of the Feilong Gang."
"The leader of the Feilong Gang is called Qiu Chishan. He came from the Kowloon Walled City in Xiangkeng 20 years ago. It is said that he is a ruthless person in the Kowloon Walled City. He has a son named Qiu Junjie, who is a double red flower stick of the Feilong Gang."
"No, it should be a double-flowered red stick, very powerful?"
"Not sure. From the information we have, he always used a gun in every gunfight."
"Oh, what does the Feilong Gang mainly do?"
"Underground casinos and underground chicken houses."
"Where's the Ghost Gang?"
"Almost. But he also runs a nightclub, the Taibai Nightclub, also on Canal Street."
"They often fight each other. The New York police will definitely not ignore it, right?"
"Of course we have to. Not only the New York police, but the FBI has also set up a Jade Squadron, whose main task is to crack down on Chinese gangs."
"What's the supervisor's name?"
"Stanley White."
"Do you have any information about him?"
"have."
Johnny handed Nan Yi a folder.
Nan Yi opened the folder and took a look at Stanley White's resume first.
It's not easy. Every step of his promotion was on point. It would be strange to say that he has no one behind him.
I first looked at the names of Stanley White's parents, which were unfamiliar to me and I had never heard of them. Then I looked at his wife's name - Diane Roosevelt.
Nan Yi suddenly realized!
"Johnny, is that Roosevelt?"
"Yes."
"Very good, then this White must be promoted quickly, and then jump out of the FBI as soon as possible and pursue his congressional campaign. Contact him, we need the name of the Emerald Squadron and get an authorization, and everything we do must be legal."
"Got'it."
The Emerald Squadron was originally supposed to deal with the Chinese gangs. Nan Yi gave them the task, and Stanley White would take the credit. He believed that Stanley White would be very happy.
Johnny went to contact White. On the other side of Xiangkeng, Ghost Bearded Yong also took action and went to Kowloon Walled City to find out the details of Qiuchishan.
The reason why Hu Xuyong is called Hu Xuyong is just because he has a full beard. He does not want to borrow the fame of a well-known figure in a certain society, nor is it because he is the gambling father of a future female star.
For Xiangkun, there is a set of rules for giving nicknames, and there shouldn’t be too many people with the same nickname.
Just take the names of Broken Tooth, Pork, Rotten Ghost, Rotten Life, Sex Maniac, Barbecued Pork, Fire Breathing, Snake, Gay, Scar, Fat, Cow Shit, Thatched Cub and so on. There may be several of them on one street.
If you want to find out the details of a gangster who used to hang out in Kowloon Walled City, you don't need to investigate it yourself. You just need to ask an old man who used to be there and you can get a general idea.
Hu Xuyong found Chen Jiu, who was once called "Jiu Ye", a man who was once a powerful figure in Kowloon Walled City but has now become a marginal figure.
The reason for looking for this person is that decades ago, Chen Jiu was in the same gang as Qiu Chishan. They were not friends, but they definitely knew each other very well.
"Master Jiu, I want to ask you about someone. Do you still remember Qiu Chishan?" Hu Xuyong did not come empty-handed. He brought two red coins and 20,000 yuan, which he put on the table when he asked questions.
Chen Jiu quickly put away the 20,000 yuan and opened a pack of cigarettes to light it up. "Ran Mingqiu, of course I remember him. Why are you asking about him? I heard that this guy has established himself in New York's Chinatown and is doing well."
"I don't want to know how he is now, I just want to know his past, especially his family."
"Ask about his family? Do you have a grudge against him?" Chen Jiu's cloudy eyes revealed a less sharp light as he looked at Hu Xuyong and said, "Killing is not a crime. In the underworld, the wife and children will never be spared from harm."
"Master Jiu, I am not from the underworld, and I don't follow the rules of the underworld. I don't provoke people easily, and I won't be afraid if they come to my door. You take the money, just tell me a few truths, and when I walk out of this door, we will pretend that we have never met." Hu Xuyong looked into Chen Jiu's eyes and said in a neutral tone.
"Well, when I was young, I used to use a machete, but now I can only use a cane. No matter how strong a person is, he can't resist the passage of time. Lan Mingqiu's wife died a long time ago. He only has one son. I don't know his name. I heard that he took him to the country of Xian.
The Xiangkeng who came here in the 1950s is dead, and has no other relatives or friends. You can’t find anyone even if you want to kill all of his clan.”
Hu Xuyong took out another two thousand Hong Kong dollars and put them on the table. "The twenty thousand just now belonged to my boss. Now these two thousand are mine. Master Jiu, take care of yourself. I hope we won't meet again."
After saying that, Hu Xuyong left Chen Jiu’s nest in Kowloon Walled City.
