"Boss! The sugar factory..."

"Don't panic."

On a hill in Nanhai County, there are terraces of sweet potatoes and betel nut taro everywhere. The nearby reservoir has a history of nearly 150 years.

The red land that was originally near the sea now has a considerable output.

After picking a piece of oleifera, Feng Fu didn't mind that sourness. Even if it was sweet, he still liked the sourness.

Saliva was secreting frantically. After a long time, Feng Fu sighed: "There is no signal flare, it seems that the sugar factory is over."

"Boss, now..."

"I said, don't panic."

Feng Fu then said, "Qian Liu is planning to take action, and it is normal for him to lose money in the early stage. As long as we are not beaten down, this matter cannot be easily determined. The "Three Laws" will also make efforts, but as long as we resist, then the "Three Laws" will consider how to withdraw."

"Boss, why is this?"

"Do you want to destroy the Feng family? Do you have a dream?"

He sneered, Fukuo didn't explain much.

Not to mention that the Feng family is everywhere, even if the Feng family is gathered together and caught in one go, then the Feng family can be destroyed today and the Li family will be destroyed tomorrow.

One after another, then who belongs to this world? Could it be that when the Second Civil War, those who were defeated in the battle wanted to let mud legs and coolies take power?

joke!

Shiqing Shilu...

This is the law of nature!

"Boss, if the sugar factory is finished, it will be a big loss."

"If the money is gone, it will be gone, and if it is gone, it will be profitable. As long as we are still here, don't be afraid of having no money."

After saying that, Feng Fu picked another oleifera. Others only saw him picking it and eating it. They felt sour teeth and numb. There were obviously sweet things, and there were even prepared candied fruits. The head of the Feng family in Guangzhou, Lingnan, and the head of the Feng family in Lingnan, never ate those delicious and delicious ones.

After chewing for a while, Feng Fu's eyelids drooped slightly, and then calmly issued an order: "Give Shaozhou a call and kill a bad boy from the South China Sea first, which is also a warning to Qian's surname."

"yes!"

At the same time, at the main entrance of Mingda Sugar Manufacturing Factory, the smoke finally dissipated. There were corpses everywhere in the wide square, and there were corpses that were completely out of shape.

It's dense and full of people.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

There was a sugar factory worker who had lost his speech and had his lower body completely destroyed. He was stretching his hands towards the sky, his eyes had long lost focus, just trying to catch something, but there was nothing around him that he could catch.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the tax policeman who was looking for a living among the pile of corpses found the worker without any unnecessary nonsense and pulled the trigger directly.

"grass!"

An officer was startled, cursed, and rushed over and slapped the tax policeman who shot.

Bang!

"Are you a pig?! Knife! Use a knife! Use a knife"

"yes!"

"Use a knife!!!!"

"Yes! Sir!"

The tax police panicked and stuffed the pistol back into the holster, then pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist.

He just forgot the regulations. After the tax police group was split more than a hundred years ago, separated from the Royal Guard, and placed under the jurisdiction of the Huangtang Taxation Administration, many details were changed.

When cleaning up the battlefield, there will be no living scoop. Of course, the outside world has only heard of this, but no one has ever asked for it.

It is easy to attract attention to the fact that the tax police group is still under the command of the police guards and the left and right guards because they represent the supreme imperial power, so if they do it, they will do it.

The merits and demerits belong to the emperor and the Emperor Zhenguan. They are just minions and confidants.

But since it became the Emperor Tang Taxation General Administration, everything changed. Secret executions are illegal, at least on the surface.

If the "Three Laws" intervene, even if they give the "Three Laws" a face, they cannot pull the trigger and make the noise very loud.

Sure enough, after gunfire came here, the official of the "Three Laws" who was collecting prisoners in the wall frowned. A third-rank prosecutor wanted to go out, but his companion reached out and grabbed his arm. His companion grabbed his arm and stared at him: "It's normal to get out of fire."

"Get out of fire?"

Third-rank prosecutors still look very young. Such people are not uncommon among the "Three Laws" and are one of the few powerful departments dominated by young people.

Their passion, their impulse, and their youthful spirit are all needed by the "Three Laws".

"Director Zan!"

"It's going to be fire! It's going to be fire!"

Captain Zan, wearing black armor, immediately jogged over, and then sweared to the sky, saying, "There may be landmines outside, and the brothers are all nervous. They will shiver their fingers when they shiver. I promise, there will definitely be no such movement in the future."

"snort!"

The third-rank prosecutor didn't say anything more, but just looked at the gate and saw the machine gun and sighed.

After Captain Zan left, his companion said: "Now you have to turn a blind eye. Director Qian will definitely enter the cabinet this time."

"They are too cruel!"

"Charity does not control the army, righteousness does not control the wealth. You understand all these."

"But……"

"Nothing but!"

His eyes wide open, his companion stared at him and growled, "No! What! But!"

When I said this, the sound was like a jumping out of my teeth, full of resentment and endless resentment.

I don't know where this kind of resentment came from.

"This Zan is as cruel as his ancestors!"

"Enough! We are here to handle the case! Remember! You are a third-rank prosecutor. If you still want to be promoted to a second-rank prosecutor, you'd better learn to do things!"

"Learn to do things?! You mean to let me watch the wounded people outside the wall being inactivated?"

"Rebellion... should be punished."

"They are blinded..."

"Rebellion! Should be punished!" As he said, his companion pointed at his chest with his fingers, "Your identity is a third-rank prosecutor of the Central Procuratorate. Your responsibility is the supervision! You can anti-corruption officials! You can issue an arrest warrant! You can file a public prosecution! But you cannot intervene in the battlefield! And you cannot intervene in everything other than your responsibility! Put away your sense of justice!"

“…”

The third-rank prosecutor opened his mouth and couldn't say anything in the end. He even knew that as long as he walked to the gate and looked out, he could see what the tax police in the tax police group were doing.

I must have pulled out the sword and had a towel in my hand.

Towels are used to cover your mouth.

The sword is a horizontal sword that has not changed for three hundred years.

When he was studying, he also had a horizontal knife...

"Woooooooooooooooooo..."

laugh!

Puff!!!!!!

Under a trench in the open ground, a wounded soldier was covered with his mouth and nose, making a "whimper" cry, but everything was useless, and he could struggle. Even his fingernails broke on the edge of the cement due to excessive force, and the flesh and blood drew four parallel lines on the inner wall of the drainage tank, which was still... useless.

The one who killed him was a middle-aged tax policeman who raised his hands and fell down cleanly.

The heart, neck, and horizontal knife can stab it whenever you want, and cut it whenever you want, which is very relaxed.

"Oh……"

The middle-aged tax policeman took a breath and slowly straightened his waist, his eyes a little blurred. Perhaps he felt a little tired, so he supported his waist and leaned his head back, and gasped in big breaths.

This feeling is too depressing, it is too depressing.

No matter how many wealthy families he killed or how many pirates he killed, he has been here for twenty years...

Kill, that is, kill.

Whoever dares to evade taxes will be punished according to the law; if you resist stubbornly, you will be punished according to the law.

That's all.

But now, he, the old man, has an unprecedented feeling of discomfort.

Looking at the "rebels", "thugs", "rebels" or other names in the sink, the middle-aged tax police looked at them seriously.

This is a teenager, maybe at the age of fifteen or sixteen, or at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and he will die of death and be twenty years old.

If you are twenty years old...
To be continued...