"How dare you come out so sternly?" Suomen's master glared at Dai Junchoi, "Do you know how many people want your life?" Suomen is more than just a killer organization. China’s intelligence system, excellent staff, and of course courageous leaders.
"There are so many people who want to kill me, not so few." Feng glanced at the tea on the table and shook his head, "Is there any cigarettes?" Recently, the pressure is really high. Coming all the way, Feng Xin Kaifeng in his pocket. A pack of cigarettes has bottomed out.
"You kid, when did your cigarette addiction become so big?" Wang didn't say a word, took out a black cigarette case without a trademark, and watched Feng snorting there calmly. He didn't speak, and just drank tea and renewed water, waiting for Dai Jun to speak.
After Feng smoked the third cigarette, the exhaustion on his face was swept away, "I want to ask you for help." No one can run away.
"Killing?" Wang Yidao's eyes were narrowed into a slit, and the faint bloody aura diffused. The name of the deadly knife was not blown out, and he became a Buddha with one cut.
"Killing." Feng was not surprised by Wang Yidao's reaction. What else could he do when he came to Suomen was a red-hot business.
"Do you want me to kill all the assassins around you?" This seems a bit difficult. Now if you want to save your life for the monarch, there is no one thousand but eight hundred. But for Suomen, as long as he can afford the price, there is nothing impossible.
"No, no, no, killing so many people will make people and gods angry." Feng shook his head, "killing one person is enough." Feng is not a chainsaw madman, and has no bloodthirsty hobby.
"A person? Who?" Wang Yidao was a little dazed. Could it be that in just a few days, Dai Junchou had found out the instigation behind the scenes? Want to get rid of it soon
"I." Dai Junchou's answer is always unexpected, but it is so reasonable. Thousand Sect Master's heart, after all, is unpredictable.
"Oh. I understand." Wang Yidao wasn't too surprised. Seeing that, Zifeng wanted to do the opposite, using the killer to find out where the killer was. "Do you want me to send a few killers, pretending to assassinate you and then inquire about the whereabouts of other killers?" Although this trick is new, it is not the first.
"No, no, no." Feng continued to shook his head, "you just need to find someone to kill me, and don't care about anything else." After saying that, Feng thought for a moment, and added, "Don't use your listed killer." Since the enemy's forces are spread across all walks of life, there are a few undercover agents in the security guard.
"What if you are killed accidentally?" Acting will have to perform a full set. If it is too fake, it will not work. Wang Yidao is quite confident in his own swordsman. Although Dai Junchoi is Zhizong, but Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. Saumon is an ancestor when it comes to assassination.
"You don't have to worry about this. I have thousands of fire fighters, so I can protect me well." Feng said, and looked at the cigarette on the table.
After Wang Yidao looked helplessly as Feng had blackmailed himself a cigarette, he went out with the ashtray and met the sweeping aunt in the office building. Wang Yidao smiled and nodded, then quietly spit out: "The one who went out just now People, kill him." Suomen's business has always been good, and there were thousands of swordsmen in his heyday. However, it was precisely because of its heyday that Suomen became a thorn in the eyes of many people, so after the heyday, it was depression and cleaning, but Suomen still survived after cleaning again and again. Because Suomen is not only a swordsman, there is also a power hidden under the truth, which silently inherits Suomen's lifeline. They are unknown, and they may not even have the opportunity to make a sword in their entire life. They hide their merits and fame, and only enter the WTO to intervene at the time of Suomen's crisis. They are invisible, but they are also the fastest knives.
The fire general Dou Muqi, the wind general Kui Mulang and the main general Dai Juncao hid in an inconspicuous barbecue stall and drank a bottle of cheap beer for two dollars. Lamb skewers are reassuring, at least not rat meat or other messy things.
"Lao Yangtou, your craft is getting better and better." Kui Mulang poured a glass of wine and handed it to Lao Yang who was grilling skewers. "This tastes nothing to say. Eat yours." Lao Yangtou's eyes Without raising his attention, his attention has not been on the mutton skewers, and every move on this street can't escape his ears. "You have fifteen minutes." Old Yang Tou mumbled when he put down the skewers, his voice would not betray the truth, and a group of sneaky mice were slowly approaching them.
"Uh, let's hurry up and say," Feng raised his hand and looked at his watch. "From now on, you are solely responsible for my safety." He patted Dou Mu Hao's broad shoulder, "I just don't know Wang Yidao That guy will find someone to kill me. No one can kill you." Dou Mu Ha's voice was mixed with the scent of lamb, but Feng still heard clearly, "As long as I stand, you will not fall down. Well, who doesn't know that our fire fighters are always good at fighting." Kui Mulang looked at his thin arms and legs, and was sighed. "Boss, the cigarette was good just now. Who gave it to you?" He is not too addicted to cigarettes. This box of unbranded cigarettes is too attractive.
"Take it." Feng counted all the cigarettes to Kui Mulang, "Save a little bit. This is Wang Yidao's collection. When I asked him, he was heartbroken. I have been looking for me these days. There are quite a few people who buy information. I believe that General Manager Liu is also in a prosperous business there. After analyzing and analyzing, someone asked me to buy your information. Do you think this group of people are too unprofessional?" Kui Mulang took out a printout. On the paper, there are densely packed records.
"Let me take a look." Feng took it over and read it carefully. Although the information does not seem to have anything to do with him, it can be seen with a little analysis that it is definitely directed at Dai Junchoi and at Qianmen. . Is this a demonstration? Or is it their failure
"I don't think they would make such a mistake, right? Who doesn't know that Kui Mulang is a Qianmen Fengjun?" Huojiang took a sip of alcohol nonchalantly, and he didn't bother to take care of his mind. The arrogant person has nothing to do with me.
"Not necessarily, after all, they are not professional." Feng couldn't think of why, "In this way, if you stare at some outsiders in City A these days, you might be able to catch a big fish. Understand." The three of them were full. Drink enough, check out and leave.