Chapter 89: Famous Reputation (Please vote, subscribe and reward)
Little John, carrying a heavy box, easily entered the home of the Los Angeles Police Chief.

"Director Lawrence, I am Mr. Monk's butler, you should know me." Little John introduced himself.

"Of course, Mr. Monk is the richest man in Los Angeles. We often receive consumption cards from Mr. Monk's KFC. The food there is very delicious and my children love it very much." Director Lawrence said enthusiastically.

The consumption card is actually the shopping card of later generations. This is a new way of bribery invented by Zhang Feng. The face value of these consumption cards ranges from 1 US dollar to 100 US dollars.
Some of them are actually used for consumption, generally small-denomination consumption cards. Zhang Feng has also set up a recycling channel. When large-denomination consumption cards reach consumers, they will basically be directly exchanged for real US dollars in the end.

"Director Lawrence, I'm here because something is going to happen tonight. A group of Irish gangsters robbed the drugs of Shennong Biopharmaceutical Company. I plan to solve this matter tonight. I hope you can restrain your men and not get involved. This box is the reward this time."

When asking someone to do something for you, you should still inform them of the situation to avoid any misunderstandings.

"As long as it's not too serious, there's no problem." The smile on Lawrence's face became even more intense. Killing a few gangsters was something he wanted very much, and it could also relieve the pressure on the police station.

"Don't worry, we will not only go to greet you, but also the mayor." Little John also said with a smile.

Hearing this, Lawrence just thought that Monkie didn't quite believe in his ability. However, since there were other people to share the responsibility and he would still get the money, he would not make a fuss. He just felt a little unhappy.

"Boss, everything has been done. There will be no police on that block tonight, and the mayor also said that as long as no innocent people are harmed, it can be covered up."

"Okay, let's start." Zhang Feng ordered.

An armored vehicle quickly drove out of Monk Farm, followed by three Ford cars and several trucks. After entering the city, the convoy dispersed.

The armored vehicle and a Ford car turned into a slightly narrow road and drove towards a single-family villa at the junction of the city and the suburbs.

They stopped at an intersection not far from the villa. There were dense woods on both sides of the intersection, which was very hidden. A figure ran out from the woods and approached the Ford car.

"The target is still in the house and has not come out." This figure is an intelligence officer who is being monitored by the Public Opinion Research Office.

The person living in the villa was the boss of the Irish mafia, Conor. After the intelligence agent found out his whereabouts, he followed him and then notified the headquarters.

Now the action team is here to kill him, because he is the leader of the robbers. Besides, one of the purposes this time is to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. If they only get rid of a small leader like Jace, it will not have a deterrent effect at all.

And it was Kangona who indirectly forced Jace to commit robbery, so he was not innocent.

"Well, you go back first, and leave this to us." said the person in charge in the car.

The intelligence agent nodded, slowly went into the jungle, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later, the gun barrel of the armored vehicle began to move and aimed at the villa in front.

"Boom! Boom!" A thick smoke came out of the muzzle. After two consecutive shells, the villa in front of them was shattered into pieces, wooden materials were on fire everywhere, and people's screams could be heard from time to time.

The task force did not leave immediately. They needed to make sure that no one escaped from the ruins alive.

A few minutes later, a lucky person staggered out of the villa, his clothes in tatters.

This person was none other than Kangona. Before he could recover from his panic, another shell came towards him. He opened his eyes wide in despair.

Then it flew up from the spot, leaving behind only a pile of ashes and bloodstains sprayed on the ground.

The armored vehicle and the Ford car waited there for another half an hour before turning around and leaving. No one got out of the car from beginning to end.

Originally, this shot was intended for the small boss Jace, but he didn't have a single-family villa, so he had to give this opportunity to Kangona.

On the other side, in the East City area of ​​​​Los Angeles, the action team dispersed and found the various strongholds of the Irish gang and killed them all. The battle was not fierce, but because the gang members' residences were too scattered, it still took most of the night to complete the mission.

Residents nearby who heard the gunshots hid in their quilts and shivered. Some even got up and ran to the living room to call the police, but most of the calls were unanswered. Even if a police station received a call from Dongcheng District, they said they would arrange for officers to go there as soon as possible, but in fact, after waiting all night, no one came to inquire.

The people of East Los Angeles spent the night in fear amid the sound of gunfire, and the incident was not reported on the radio or news the next day.

However, many rumors were circulated, some saying it was a gang fight, some saying it was the police arresting a fugitive, and some saying that a gangster had robbed the miracle drug penicillin from Shennong Bio-Pharmaceutical Company, so he was wiped out by Mr. Monk's guard team overnight.

The last piece of news was released by Zhang Feng on his own initiative. The purpose was naturally to warn and deter certain people. Otherwise, if something was done and others didn't know what was going on, wouldn't that be like winking at a blind man?

On the other hand, it is to explain to those who know that it was Zhang Feng who did it that the violence was not because Zhang Feng is a terrorist who likes to kill innocent people at will, but because anyone who offends me must be punished, and a person cannot stand firm without being ruthless.

Inside a KFC in downtown Los Angeles. "I heard that Mr. Monk dispatched an armored vehicle yesterday and blew the gangster boss into pieces with two shots." A customer said to the people around him while stuffing a burger into his mouth.

"This is true. It wasn't two shells, it was three. The person was blown away instantly. It seemed that it was seen by the neighbor next door or someone passing by in a car." Another person took over the topic.

"Yesterday, there were artillery and gunfire sounds in Dongcheng District all night long. Most of the city was bombed out. My relatives live there." One person said loudly and confidently.

He spoke in a serious manner. Some people believed it while others did not. Of course, Zhang Feng would not be so cruel.

"It seems that the Chinese are not easy to mess with." One person took a deep breath and sighed.

"Rich people are hard to mess with. Although Mr. Monk is a Chinese, he is the richest man in Los Angeles. The KFC we eat now is his company. I also have a share of the credit for him becoming the richest man in Los Angeles." Someone retorted, and then envied Zhang Feng's power and money.

"I heard that the robbers stole a truckload of penicillin. How much do you think it's worth? I wish they could give me some of it."

"Yes, I also heard that it is penicillin. Now in the exclusive store of Shennong Biopharmaceutical Company, one tube sells for 500 US dollars. The price is even higher on the black market, 800 US dollars. Many people have tried it and the effect is very good, so the price is still rising. It is more expensive than gold."

"If I give it to you, will you be able to take it or spend it? One night, a bomb may fly into your house, and your wife may be asleep or you may be dead."

In a manor in California.

"Our friend has a bad temper." An old man said to Wilson Giannini with a smile.

Now sitting in this room are the leaders of various families in the California consortium. They gathered together to discuss matters because of Zhang Feng’s actions last night.

"Haha, he is only in his 30s this year. Our young people's style of doing things is so direct." Wilson Giannini is the youngest of the group. He laughed heartily.

"He probably did this to take the opportunity to show his strength and to show that he is not like other Chinese people who can be bullied at will," said another middle-aged man in his 50s.

"Well, he sent someone to give a hush money to our newspaper. What should we do?" one of them said. This is also the topic of today's discussion, what attitude should be adopted towards Zhang Feng.

"Wilson, how is the military factory you cooperated with? How do you think we should treat him?" asked the old man who spoke first. He is currently the oldest person in the entire consortium and also the one with the strongest family in the consortium.

"We have a very pleasant cooperation. He has provided Lockheed with a lot of technology and creativity. The performance of the aircraft he has developed now exceeds that of our company. Monchi has no objection to us buying more shares of Lockheed and applying advanced technology to the consortium's military factories."

Wilson looked around at the expressions of the people around him, paused and continued, "He also expressed his hope to cooperate more with the consortium to resist the invasion of the powerful consortium in the east. I think he is someone who can be befriended. He has enough strength, and his Chinese identity will hardly shake our influence in the west."

“Then tell the following newspapers not to report this incident. You will be responsible for the cooperation with him from now on.” The old man finally decided.

The others also expressed their agreement, and the topic about Zhang Feng ended, and then they began to discuss other things.

Chinatown, San Francisco.

"Do you know Meng Qi Zhang?" In a tavern, a man who was still neatly dressed put down his glass and asked his friend.

"Monchi Zhang? I don't know him. What a weird name. Is he an American or Chinese?" The friend took a sip of wine and spoke vaguely.

"He is Chinese. Monkie is his English name. His real name is Zhang Feng. You know KFC and Shennong Biopharmaceutical Company. These are his companies. He is rich now."

"Oh, so the bosses of these two companies are Chinese, so powerful. But even if he is rich, so what? He won't give me a penny." My friend was a little shocked, but immediately became indifferent and said.

"If you want money, go earn it yourself. He has brought honor to us Chinese. If you have the ability, you can open so many big companies. Today I am not going to talk about this. I heard that he sent people to drive tanks and blew up a white gang leader into ashes yesterday. He also wiped out thousands of white people in the entire gang, and nothing happened to him. Isn't this amazing?"

He said smugly and proudly.

"really?"

"This handsome guy is so strong?" said a Chinese from Guangdong.

In this way, Zhang Feng's deeds spread throughout the Chinese circle in America, then to the Chinese community in Europe, and finally back to the Far East.

This is the second time Zhang Feng became famous. The first time was the global release of The Amazing Spider-Man. Although this was not a good reputation, it also excited many Chinese people.

Under the influence of Zhang Feng, the mayor, and the California consortium, this gang massacre came to an end quietly. Only rumors were still circulating everywhere, spreading the great reputation of the Monk family.

(End of this chapter)