"It works!" Zhang Feng said: "Mario is the local snake here. Whatever happens here will not escape his eyes. Even if we are not here with him, he will know where he is. Just control him. As for the rest, don’t worry about it so much, you’ll probably kill them!”
Zhang Feng spoke domineeringly, and his last sentence was to make the matter bigger, which violated the original intention. If it really comes to that point, there is nothing he can do.
"Madman, this is the last resort!" said the King of Hell.
Zhang Feng nodded. He didn't care about this. Anyway, the King of Hell was the captain. He had the final say and was free. This was the reason why Zhang Feng didn't like to be the captain.
This job isn't for him.
Ten minutes later, Farah came back with good news.
He said that Mario wanted to see them and find out about their situation, and Yama agreed to go.
He gave Zhang Feng a wink, and the latter left with an excuse. Farah didn't take Zhi Zhi seriously, who had been silent, and didn't care whether he lived or died.
And Li Jian and the others were even more calm. They knew that the madman was a cruel move left by the King of Hell.
They knew each other's thoughts with just one look. This was a tacit understanding they had cultivated on many battlefields.
The King of Hell and the others got into Farah's car and headed to the west of Momaya City, which was closest to the border and the first stop for major foreign forces to enter.
"Gentlemen, I made up a company. Well, it's your company. Otherwise, Mario won't believe it. This company is called Ninghai Security Company. Mr. Yan, you are the manager, called Manager Yan. The rest is your business. !”
Farah said as he drove.
"Thank you, Mr. Farah, you are very thoughtful!" The King of Hell said with a smile. He was careless. He had never thought of this before. If he went like this, there would be problems. Mario would not believe it.
"With your money, I naturally want to help you get things done. Even though we are poor here, we are very trustworthy!" Farah felt good about herself.
"You are a very gentlemanly nation!" said the King of Hell.
This is not false. Each of them has a very high belief, which can also be said to be a religious belief. No matter how chaotic, poor, or without food, they will pray every Sunday. , if you can't go to the church, then kneel down in the direction of the church.
The center of every city is a church. The church has a large loudspeaker device that can make the sound heard everywhere in the city.
A nation with faith will not always be unlucky. The wealth in the underground is a great opportunity for them to make a comeback.
Seeing what the King of Hell said, Farah reluctantly smiled: "I hope it's as you said!"
Now the country is in tatters, the people are living in dire straits, wars are everywhere, and there is no gentleman left to speak of.
The King of Hell stopped talking and the car continued to move forward. On every street it passed, one could see that the people here were very excited and chaotic, but women were rarely seen.
Fortunately, none of them came to stop the car and rob it, or they knew that the car belonged to a local and did not come to rob it. If the king of hell came with that nice car, it would be different.
Although this city has a small population, it is still very large. There are only a few scattered streets. This is just the city center. Because there are many people, the car moves very slowly. Because there are too many people, the car does not stop. He looked at the speaker.
Some people came up and slapped the hood to show their dissatisfaction, but they didn't do anything extreme.
Almost an hour later, they stopped in front of a large building with seven or eight floors.
There are several two or three-story houses around the building. There is only a wall less than two meters high to surround the place. There are several people at the gate watching with guns.
Farah hurried up to greet them, giving each of them a piece of money, which was generous enough to drive in.
No need to check yet.
The King of Hell in the car observed this place. The defense was very lax and the guards were negligent. It was not difficult to capture this place.
The difficulty is that Mario will probably call more people. When a fight breaks out, everyone in the city will know about it, and it will become a big deal.
It’s better to be cautious, the King of Hell thought to himself.
This place is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
Then you have to try it out.
When they entered the building, they were searched for weapons, but Yama did not have any weapons on him. He had removed his weapons before he came. However, Farah had a gun on him.
He also changed his clothes and put on a suit or casual clothes to look like a businessman rather than a warrior.
They easily passed the gate and entered the building.
There was no elevator in the building, so they walked up and saw something different on the highest floor. The decoration here was extremely luxurious, as if it was in a different world from the one below, with soft carpets, high-end lighting, beautiful bonsai, and graceful figures. Women, are not interested in their arrival.
A very beautiful woman came over and led them inside.
In a large room, they met the legendary boss of the foreign trade company, Mario.
Fat head and big ears.
Sitting on the leather sofa and smoking a cigarette, with two voluptuous white beauties on the left and right, I really enjoyed it.
"Boss, I've brought someone here, it's them, this is Manager Yan!" Farah stepped forward and said respectfully.
Mario raised his eyes to look at the King of Hell and the few people behind him, and said in English: "Chinese?"
The King of Hell said: "Does Mr. Mario dare not do business with the Chinese?"
"Haha" Mario laughed.
The King of Hell said this very well, and Mario was stunned by the first sentence.
"Manager Yan, I wonder what you want from me?" Mario asked.
"Good stuff!" said the King of Hell.
"Okay, I know you Chinese people are rich, but I have never seen Chinese people come to buy things from me, because you don't need it!" Mario said.
"It seems Mr. Mario doesn't know us well enough!"
"Haha, even if that's the case, have you brought any money?" Mario looked at the King of Hell.
There are rules here, you have to see money, and it has to be cash.
The King of Hell glanced at Li Jian behind him, and Li Jian took out a few stacks of money and put them on the table.
When he saw the money, Mario didn't smile on his face, and he didn't go to get the money. He said unkindly: "Manager Yan, is this the money? Haha, that's fine. I'll give each of you a gun!"
"No, I want to equip a thousand warriors! I want more weapons. This is a meeting gift!" the King of Hell said calmly.
"A thousand people?" Mario stood up in disbelief. The Chinese have a team of a thousand people? He didn't believe it.
"Don't you believe it?"
This is what the King of Hell said casually.
"Didn't Farah tell you about the rules here? I want cash!"
In Mario's view, in this war-torn place, only holding cash in one hand and a gun in the other can make people feel at ease. Everything else is nonsense.