Passing through a red poppy field, Dongfang Han and the others came to an extremely luxurious villa. At the door stood a dozen soldiers with rifles, and four wolf dogs squatted on the ground looking at the registered Dongfang Han. Several people.
At this time, Jiang Junxi spoke to an American male mercenary in front of him in fluent English. Dongfang Han raised his head and looked at the tall villa in front of him, thinking that it was now the number one figure in the Golden Triangle, the'DH' organization. , He is also the No. 1 Poison King in Asia, his eyes dimmed slightly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rick, so many of you went in at once, so I hope you can cooperate and can't bring weapons in." The American mercenary said to the people in front of him in an apologetic tone.
"You don't have to worry about this. I will only take her in, and no one else will follow me in!" Jiang Junxi finished speaking, and gestured to Dongfang Han behind her. When she was about to go up, Ugo stretched out her hand. "The boss will leave it to you." Jiang Junxi is the only one who is most worried about him.
Dongfang Han nodded to him, and walked deep into the house together with Jiang Junxi, led by a mercenary opening the door.
"Don't worry, she's also the one the boss looks after." Vic walked up and patted Ugo on the shoulder. He seemed to be very relieved of Dongfang Han's ability.
Ugo didn't speak, but looked at the backs of the two gradually moving away with complex expressions. . .
The interior style and layout of the villa are extraordinarily European-style, with a huge space, and some patrolling soldiers and men in black can be seen from time to time on the curvy walkway. A stranger led the way and returned to his post without suspicion.
"Is this gentleman also a soldier?" The American mercenary who led them couldn't help but look back at Dongfang Han's unusually ordinary face with curiosity. In fact, it is normal for him to ask and question like this. Let’s not talk about Dongfang Han’s ordinary face, a slender woman-like figure, and his white skin looks like unsunburned skin, plus his long black hair. If his image can represent one The pictogram of a soldier, then the thin and short image of the Chinese boy in front of me is probably insulting the image of a soldier. I don’t know if he has been abused in the army. This difference is just like the three outsiders just now. Differently. I really don't know how this famous arms dealer would hire such an unqualified mercenary.
However, when the man met his eyes that were as cold as wild beasts in the next second, even the tall body of a war-fighting soldier like him couldn't help but tremble.
"Do you have any doubts about my identity? Sir."
Dongfang Han's eyes were cold.
"... No, no. I'm sorry!" The man finished speaking and turned back quickly.
Sure enough, the person is not good-looking, but fortunately he didn't say anything bad just now.
Jiang Junxi only glanced at these two people, and did not speak.
Passing through the corridor, they stopped outside a gate. After the mercenary had said something to one of the men in black at the door, the man in black looked up at them, then opened the door and led them into the house. The decoration of the room is very artistic, with antiques of the European century placed everywhere, and even the sofa is exquisitely bordered with gold silk. A man sat on a red chair facing Dongfang Han, his back turned to them and looked down on his appearance. Only when the man in black came forward and said something in his ear, the man slowly turned around. When Dongfang Han saw the face illuminated by the light, his pupils shrank slightly. How could it be him… !