After hanging up the phone with uncle two, Tang Qing finished cleaning up and returned to his room, complete with a whole lot of snacks ’generously’ given by Qin Shiqi. The reason being that she either didn’t like them or had sampled them and found the taste not to her liking. Her excuse was ’not to waste food’. She just stuffed them in his arms and left before he could say a word, happily leaving him with the sight of her retreating figure.
All Tang Qing could do was accept them with a wry smile. Luckily, he had a hunch this might happen and had been careful when choosing the snacks - they were all things he found tasty. After all, even if she was cunning, he still had his own tricks up his sleeve.
Oh, well, that saying had been misused.
He locked the door, set up his drawing board, and had twenty pencils sharpened, ready for use. He didn’t like to stop drawing just to sharpen pencils. He preferred to finish a piece in one go.
On the table in front of him was a sniper rifle made in Britain. With snacks in his left hand and a pencil in his right, Tang Qing began to draw. The training over this period of ti, along with precise control, ensured that the lines Tang Qing drew freehand were as straight as those drawn with a ruler.
However, what’s on his mind was the situation in Bangkok.
Tang Qing never planned to be an underworld big shot, nor did he have any intention of using soldiers to unite the global underworld forces. It simply didn’t interest him, and the ssy, intricate situation was not sothing he was currently prepared to deal with. Even with his soldiers, it was a muddy depth that would definitely be troubleso if he got too involved.
Frankly, if it hadn’t been for uncle two being in Bangkok, if it hadn’t been for Ba Song stirring things up, Tang Qing wouldn’t have gotten involved in Bangkok affairs or the events happening now in Myanmar.
But...
This didn’t an he would let this succulent piece of at slip by.
Although he wouldn’t plan such a thorough infiltration and control plot as he did in Bangkok, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to collect ’protection money’. He even considered creating a special organization, secretly collecting protection fees from the global underworld bosses, just like the people in the United States planning to kidnap Liu Qian.
Of course, direct extortion or coercion was a recipe for disaster as it would likely lead to a joint uprising. Even if his soldiers were exceptionally powerful, they couldn’t possibly kill them all.
Therefore, such things could only be achieved by ’wise maneuvers’ and ’collaboration’.
Yes, through collaboration!
For example:
The soldier knocks on their door.
"Brother, aren’t you tired of being the second in command? Don’t you want to be number one?"
"Oh? You do?"
"That’s good."
"We can help you plot a seamless coup. We’ll handle all the details, and all you need to do is cooperate. If it doesn’t work, we’ll refund double your money. But if it does work, our fee will be steep, and all your boss’s money will be ours."
"Brother, does that sound fair?"
"What’s that? You have objections? Bang..."
"Next up, the third in command, repeat the sa dialogue."
"You’re a sensible person. Don’t be like that number two. Now that there are no objections, after you ascend to power, we’ll collect a little ’mbership fee’ every month. It won’t be much, just a few million US dollars, which is only around ten percent of your inco. It’s really cheap. This way, we promise not to go after you."
"What’s that? You don’t agree to the fees? Bang..."
"Next up, the fourth in command, the sa talk."
"Great, everyone’s in agreent. The first two were just stubborn. Seriously, isn’t living better? They just had to die. Well, here’s to our happy cooperation..."
The two of them ’warmly’ shake hands, making their deal.
Although the imagined dialogue may be a bit exaggerated, a re threat could usually successfully get the job done with the number two, without having to proceed to number three.
However, this ’robbery’ sche... the more Tang Qing thought about it, the more reasonable it seed. In the end, although Tang Qing couldn’t control them, he could create a superior organization that towered over all underworld forces - the ’Protection Fee Alliance’.
Tang Qing was quite satisfied with this crazy idea of his own.
Hmm, it’s really worth considering. Though, maybe he would leave such plans for the command room to tackle when money becos a more pressing need.
Moreover, this plan stirs up too much enmity. This organization will forever lurk in the shadows, maintaining its mystery, keeping its control hidden. After all, he is ant to be a public figure in the future.
The plan will likely breed a future titan. Collecting protection fees is rely small fry. If information, currency, security, and warfare are added to the mix, it could definitely be one of the super titans under his control in the future.
...
The next day.
Thailand.
Bangkok City.
Today is the day to wrap up the entire plan. Just the day before yesterday, several new big shots gathered for a eting to divide territories. But then sothing unexpected happened. For so unknown reason, their underlings started fighting and people died, escalating into full-scale battle, causing the big shots inside to turn their guns on each other. A youngster suddenly fired a shot, igniting the fuse and provoking the tense crowd.
Then... the battle began.
The eting was also orchestrated by the command room, gathering the final targets for elimination in one place for concentrated clean-up. If it were done like before, it would be too obvious. But now everyone is at each other’s throats, so there’s not much to say. Because, aside from the two injured mob bosses who survived, everyone else in the conference room... is dead.
Right after the incident, their subordinates beca restless, and then the final chaos ensued.
This is what Tang Qing saw on the TV news. Major powers were scrambling for territories, not trusting each other. However, after two days of almost fantasy-like fast integration, the underground power in the entire Bangkok seed to calm down suddenly.
Indeed, without the command room stirring up trouble or any idiots creating chaos at a critical mont, just as with Ba Song’s death, they thought it would take at least half a month to divide up the territories. But then conflicts broke out one after another. After Phipa’s death, they thought there would be fierce power struggles. But after the power struggles, the dragon and the tiger were both dead.
Now it’s the sa. The big mobs are dead, their subordinates are ready to face the chaos of the next few months, but... it miraculously ended in just three days. Everyone tacitly guarded their territories and there was peace.
Thus, the initial goal of the 6794 Project has been achieved.
The next morning.
Bangkok City Police Station.
Conference room.
The chief and several deputy chiefs and experts were eting.
"Do you think there are any suspicious points in these cases?" The Chief of the Bangkok City Police Station asked with a frown. He always felt that things were not quite right with these underworld cases recently.
"Chief, based on our investigation, everything is normal. It’s likely that Phipa angered soone, and now they’ve co for revenge. We even learned a rumor which seems quite true. It’s said that soone they hard in the past financed an assassin to kill them," said one of the deputy chiefs. He wanted to say they got what they deserved—they were all bullies, scums who oppressed won, but it seed inappropriate to say this in such a situation.
This intelligence was also released by the command room. There are many versions of the rumors but they all point to revenge from enemies or accidents. Without Phipa’s vigilance or character background, all their speculations are in vain. They don’t want to think in this direction to avoid getting into trouble.
"Let it be, as long as we’ve done our duty in the investigation," the chief said, rubbing his temples. This case could be easy to handle or hard to manage. He thinks these cases are a waste of effort, but the principle is firm, that is, to do as much as possible, it doesn’t matter whether they can solve it or not. Out of sight, out of mind, especially when it cos to criminals.
"Oh yes, with all this chaos going on, quickly update the personnel data in the archives."
"Understood, chief."
As long as there is no information like Phipa’s, people might find it strange at most, but there would be no evidence pointing to the fact that this is a huge conspiracy. After all the obfuscation in recent days, nobody can trace it anymore. Except for the few fighters who may be suspected on the surface, but what does it matter just being a suspect. If they want to court death, the command room will accommodate them; there is a contingency plan for being discovered in the whole follow-up sche.
Everything is under control.
When they were having the eting, the computer archives of the Bangkok City Police Station was hacked into. The command room modified a large amount of content, added many associated persons, and lost a lot of files. Even the backup electronic data was changed.
One hour after electronic archives were modified.
The archive room of the Bangkok City Police Station experienced a fire due to unknown reasons, especially the archives of the underworld figures which were heavily damaged and had to be rebuilt.
PS: There will be three Chapters today, this is the first one, making up for the one promised yesterday. Thanks to the reward from the reader ’Mingn, Mo’, and votes from everyone else.
It’s the beginning of the month, I shalessly ask for so monthly votes, begging, hehe.
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