The heavy motorcycle stopped just a few meters away from the muzzle.

Zhou Qingfeng took off his helmet and stepped on his feet. There were several more muzzles pointing at his head around him. In addition to the AKM-47 on the opposite side, there were also several "Tokarev-33" surrounding him.

The ingenious guy opposite looked at Zhou Qingfeng a few times, and a few people ran out from behind him to the entrance of the alley to watch. The intercom said that there was no other movement.

"Scared, you don't look like a bad guy. What are you doing here?" The ingenious guy first used Vietnamese, then Cantonese, and finally mixed with a few English scoldings.

A man with a gun came up to search his body. Zhou Qingfeng pushed the other party's hand away with a palm, "You were provoking me and forcing me to come to you."

After saying that, Zhou Qingfeng pushed away the gun of the other leader, rubbed the other person's shoulders, and walked into the iron room.

"You don't pay much attention to protecting intellectual property rights. Or you don't have this concept at all. I really hate pirated versions or something!"

The printing press in the iron room was working all the time. There were pirated comics piled up next to the machine. I flipped it around and found that the paper was poor and the pigment was dark, which was completely incomparable to the genuine edition of Tianyang Printing Factory.

But this thing actually robs the authentic market. Some people always choose cheap products, but this greatly affects the income of "Shengguang Entertainment".

Comics can be pirated, so videotapes can be transcribed. The latter has higher profits, and Zhou Qingfeng does not allow others to get involved in anyone who dares to steal the business, whoever dares to take his life!

But what surprised Zhou Qingfeng was not the paper pages that kept turning out on the roller of the printing press, but rather the many trade documents placed on a table.

The documents are written in hand, Latinized Vietnamese.

There was a rattan chair behind the table, and the Vietnamese leader of the iron house worked here. When Zhou Qingfeng came, he occupied the magpie's nest. He sat on the rattan chair and grabbed a few documents.

The Vietnamese in the house were extremely angry at Zhou Qingfeng who appeared rashly, and even more angry that the young man was not only not afraid of himself, but also moved the documents on the table.

"Scared man, if you touch my things again, I will blow your head. Who are you?" The Vietnamese leader had never seen Zhou Qingfeng so fearless. He tried to regain his handwritten document.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand gently, avoided the other party's palm, and asked back: "Are you doing rice business? Vietnamese rice? I also want to buy some food."

Southeast Asia has good hydrothermal conditions and fertile soil.

Rice in Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand and other places is cooked three times a year. Crop exports have always been an important means for these countries to obtain foreign exchange.

The current agricultural farming level in China is not high. Whether it is good varieties, pesticides, fertilizers, or agricultural machinery, although it is growing rapidly, it is far from enough.

As for hk, grain basically depends on external input.

Judging from the stock order, these Vietnamese people made some money by selling rice.

If you think about it carefully, Southeast Asia's industrial capacity is worse than that of China and is closer to China. It is a natural dumping place for low-end industrial products and a purchasing place for agricultural products.

However, Southeast Asian countries have been following Hawk Sauce for a long time, and the market is occupied by foot basins and nan bars. Rabbits don’t even drink a few sips of soup, let alone eating meat.

After all, it was only 20 or 30 years after fighting the Battle of Chigua Reef with Yuehou in 1988, the public officials also mocked the martyrs who did not commemorate the "sacrifice" in the naval battle online.

Damn, we just lost one of our arms in this naval battle, where did the martyrs come from?

However, this is not the focus of desktop handwritten documents.

"Jakarta, Manila, Bangkok, Osaka, Hanoi, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Taipei, Seoul." Zhou Qingfeng read a series of ports and cities in East Asia according to the text on the document.

"Oh my god, there is a huge trading network here, hidden underground smuggling lines, and this thing is of great value. Did you Vietnamese do it?

No, it’s not very similar. You stray dogs don’t have that ability. This should be a network formed by the joint alliance of gangs and forces from all over the country. I just need such a network.”

Zhou Qingfeng did it too safely. The Vietnamese leader was so angry that he pulled the bolt and opened the insurance. The akm in his hand pointed at his head.

But just as he raised the gun, a huge force pulled it into the hands of the Vietnamese leader. His hand holding the gun was as if it was struck by lightning, and it hurts like an electric shock.

The finger that held the trigger failed to release it, and a bang triggered the bullet and fired a shot at the roof of the iron house.

Hearing the gunshots, the Vietnamese horsemen following behind showed their fierce look. They raised their guns and aimed at them, and were about to shoot the young man who was inexplicably running to death.

But before they could pull the trigger, Zhou Qingfeng only sighed

Outside the iron door, the separation and reorganization of mechanical parts suddenly rise and fall.

Perhaps in an instant, the heavy-duty "Jialing" motorcycle turned into a standing position, turning into a two-meter-high humanoid machinery and rushing into the iron house.

All the Vietnamese people in the house turned their backs, facing a sudden change and no response. The tall mechanical magic girl turned into a barrel with her hands, and the gunshots burst out like beads.

Several bullets pierced the back of the Vietnamese horseman's head, and his bones were split and blood splattered, and his brain was covered with the ground.

This is a structural transformation that Arsey can only complete in the real world, between heavy motorcycles and humanoid machinery. As she continues to evolve, her combat power is becoming stronger and stronger.

The sudden gunfire was heard far away and nearby blocks could be heard.

The wanderings on the street were frightened and fled everywhere, while the residents nearby closed their doors and windows and did not dare to speak out.

The Vietnamese leader, who had only a sharp pain in his fingers, suddenly pounced down in the sound of gunfire. When he turned around, he saw a picture that he would never dare to imagine in his life. A humanoid machine was staring at his forehead.

"Master, are you going to kill him?" Arsey asked.

The Vietnamese leader let out a rapid breathing sound of "hoho" from his mouth, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Zhou Qingfeng searched the desktop and searched through several drawers. Except for a few grenades, there were only a few hundred documents.

"A bunch of poor people who are not good or bad." Zhou Qingfeng threw the grenade to Alce, "This thing may be useful to you, but it is useless to me."

American m26a1 grenade, a thing that was widely used by the US military during the Vietnam War.

Zhou Qingfeng can't be used at all.

Arsey returned to his palm shape with one hand, but after taking the grenade, he shook his head and said, "Unless you are going to fight with, I won't be able to use this thing."

Walking around the iron house, I finally confirmed that these Vietnamese are really poor. So they can't even steal the pirated version, so they can only buy the "environmental" comics they created at a low price.

This is a serious interference with the market behavior!

"Blow up the equipment here." Zhou Qingfeng put away all the documents and threw them into the air. Sophia's phantom appeared, and a 'Scholar's Touch' included all the information in the documents.

Through this information, the 'Holy Light' will replace the Vietnamese and embed a ready-made underground trading network.

As for the printing factory in the iron house, Zhou Qingfeng only thought that he had destroyed a pirated den, and at least recovered the subsequent losses.

"Blow up this guy too."

The grenade pops up the safety ring on the fingertips of Arsey.

The Vietnamese leader saw the mechanical demon girl and saw the shadow of Shu Mei, and was insane. The pre-explosive grenade still pulled his mind back, raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop, don't kill me. I'm willing to surrender."

The grenade was thrown out, and Arsie blocked the iron door and blocked a heavy shield in front of him. Shu Mei left with Zhou Qingfeng.

The fire exploded, and the iron-built house expanded and collapsed and fell. The underground printing factory was blown up in a mess.
Chapter completed!