transfer.
What kind of statement is this?
Yang Feng looked at Ding Sha with a smile, waiting for his next move.
Invisible pressure... like someone pressing Ding Sha's head firmly.
In the past, Dingsha was a powerful man, and the gangsters from all over the world sat together, chatting and laughing.
Now, Ding Sha had his tail between his legs and his head firmly pressed, not daring to say no.
"Ryuuji."
"Do you still remember."
"I saved your village back then."
Ding Sha clenched his fists, but had to continue speaking.
"You said you would trust me with your life."
"Now...I gave him your life. Do you have any objections?"
Ding Sha pointed at Yang Feng, a strong sense of humiliation emerged spontaneously, and his finger joints made a "crunching" sound.
Long Er sat on the sofa.
With cloudy and weathered eyes, he looked at Ding Sha, then looked back at Yang Feng, and finally nodded slowly.
numbness.
Long Er seems to be an object that can change its owner at will.
The Vietnamese killer.
It was a country full of displacement, divided by warlords, and extremely chaotic.
During the Great Famine, warlords from all sides had no regard for the so-called people's livelihood and allowed ordinary people to starve to death.
living hell.
Roots, turf, all good stuff.
People even exchange children for food, that is, they don’t want to part with their own children, so they exchange them with their neighbors...
Human lives can be sold.
Dignity can be sold.
Everything can be sold.
It was at that time that Long Er betrayed himself.
"good."
"You will listen to me from now on."
Yang Feng was in a good mood.
In this world, there are not many people who can truly keep their promises, and Long Er happens to be this type.
Long Er kills people like hemp, and orders will be fulfilled.
He has long lost hope for the future and sold his soul and dignity. Perhaps the only motivation for living is to keep his last promise.
"Long Er is yours."
"This time we are the one who failed."
Ding Sha relented again, hiding the fierceness in his eyes, lowering his head to show his surrender: "Boss, the three of us will just mess with you."
Yang Feng didn't answer.
Is it credible?
Of course not.
People like Ding Sha are capricious, cruel and cunning.
The most important thing is... he was once the boss of this group of mercenaries, with strong organizational skills and the ability to incite others to rebel.
So.
Yang Feng showed a cruel smile.
"Long Er, kill him."
Yang Feng gave an order and actually asked Long Er to kill the former leader.
Ding Sha's expression suddenly changed.
He never expected that the man in front of him would be so vicious and cruel.
“What you say doesn’t mean it!!”
Ding Sha kicked the table in front of him and reached for the pistol and dagger at his waist.
At this time.
Long Er's attack speed was even faster.
He did not hesitate to attack his former boss.
Pfft.
Long Er's dagger cut Ding Sha's wrist, preventing him from reaching for his weapon.
With a backhand kick, he twisted the joints of Ding Sha's arm, and then slashed forward with the dagger, cutting off the big tendons under Ding Sha's armpit.
Clean and crisp.
The moves are ruthless.
The movements are not sloppy.
The series of actions just now were completed in just two seconds, but they had completely cut off Ding Sha's way of resistance.
"Long Er, I am Ding Sha!"
"I am your benefactor, he is the one you should kill!!"
Ding Sha took on the identity of his former benefactor again, his eyes filled with fear.
He knew deeply how superb the killing skills of the killer who had followed him for many years were.
Long Er was unmoved.
His master has suddenly become Yang Feng and has nothing to do with Ding Sha anymore.
A lunge.
The dagger in Long's hand slit Ding Sha's throat. At the same time, he turned around and stabbed forward from behind, piercing Ding Sha's back.
kill.
Last hit.
Done in one go.
Yang Feng's eyes flickered.
He had to admit that Long Er was indeed powerful.
Although he has not yet become an Evolver, he is already a killing machine based on his killing skills and his calm and numb personality.
Blood spurts.
Ding Sha was not completely dead for the first time. He covered the artery in his neck with his hands, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.
"The weak eat the strong."
"Law of the Jungle."
"This is also the rule by which you live."
Yang Feng walked up to Ding Sha, looked at him condescendingly, and said a few more words with interest.
"If I really were Mo Jianfeng."
"In the end...after the use value is squeezed out, you will also kill me, right?"
After Yang Feng said this, Ding Sha's eyes flashed, which obviously touched his heart.
That's right.
The end of the world has broken out.
Money, power, reputation, all are trash that can be thrown away.
Ding Sha had originally planned to kill the big boss Mo Jianfeng after getting enough benefits.
His luck was so bad that he happened to meet Yang Feng, the god of death.
Gulu.
Ding Sha spurted out more red liquid, and slowly released his hands from the wound.
His eyes gradually lost focus, completely losing their luster, and eventually turned into a corpse.
A generation of heroes.
Ding Sha died like this inexplicably in a small shabby apartment.
"alright."
Yang Feng turned around and looked at the other person in the room: "It's your turn next."
Xu Qing.
He was very lucky. Of the eight members of the mercenary, only he and Long Er were left alive.
"Boss!!"
"I'm just a thug, just following Ding Sha."
Xu Qing was trembling all over. Ding Sha and his other companions were all dead. Ace Long Er also surrendered, leaving him alone to deal with.
Will you die?
Will I be slaughtered like other people, like a chicken and a dog? !
"take it easy."
"Let me ask you a question first."
"You should know what Ding Sha and the others are talking about as the balance payment, right?"
Yang Feng returned to his seat, tore open a few packages of snacks as if nothing had happened, and asked lightly.
Final payment.
Ding Sha had an agreement with Mo Jianfeng, and he would pay the balance if he rescued him.
This so-called final payment must not be as simple as money, otherwise the mercenaries would not rush into the city risking their lives.
The words just fell.
Su Manman also walked over.
With a charming smile on her face, she sat next to Xu Qing.
Then...a huge gash opens in the abdomen, the bloody mouth of a lamprey makes people tremble with fear, and a monster-like woman sits next to you.
"Mold!!"
"That's a special precision 3D printer, as well as some special materials and advanced molds!!"
Xu Qing blurted out that as a core member of the mercenaries, he knew the complete information about the mission.
"These things can make guns."
"Mo Jianfeng is responsible for smuggling, putting them in different containers, and shipping them to some foreign gangsters to produce firearms and weapons..."
Xu Qing did not dare to hide anything and told the whole story.
I see.
Guns are banned in China.
Before Mo Jianfeng, he could get a gun, which showed that he had a wide range of options.
I never expected that this so-called real estate tycoon not only has a broad career, but is also privately involved in this kind of arms business. No wonder he can make a lot of money.
Precision 3D printer.
Production molds for various firearms.
When fully assembled, these are a small arsenal.
No wonder... mercenary teams are flocking to it, risking their lives to get the balance of the payment.
apocalypse.
Whoever has the power has the initiative.
Weapons and firearms are naturally the most direct force.
"very good."
Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction.
"I'll give you two paths next."
"First, work for me and be my slave."
"Second, continue to follow him."
When Yang Feng mentioned the second number, he pointed at Ding Sha's body in the distance.
obviously.
This second item is to send you to see Ding Sha! !
Xu Qing didn't hesitate and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"I'll work for you!!"
“Boss, I’ll work for you!!”
