An Xin thought for a moment and said:
"I have agreed beforehand that although the Three-Eyed Gang is as annoying as flies and I can swat them to death, I don't mind using my hands, but I won't pay a big price to kill them."
"If the information is valuable, I can guarantee your safety in Yefeng Town. You don't have to worry about assassinations like tonight."
"Deal." Mo Fan opened the photo album on his phone and threw the phone to An Xin.
"You won't counteroffer?" An Xin asked.
"You just helped me, I'll give you a discount."
Regarding the information about the Three Eyes Gang, Mo Fan believed that An Xin did not lie to him. This kind of information was too easy to verify and was not worth cheating.
If the Three Eyes Gang is the underground emperor of West City, then the information he obtained will not be easy to sell.
The West family is the builder of West City and the real controller of this city for a long time.
With their support behind them, ordinary forces cannot shake the Three Eyes Gang even if they get this information.
A big force with the ability to kill the Three Eyes Gang would not trade with him, and even if they did trade, they wouldn't be able to offer a big price.
After all, the price was too high, so it would be more cost-effective to kill him and steal it directly, which would keep it secret and save a lot of money.
Buyers are hard to find, and even fewer are willing to pay honestly.
As long as the Three Eyes Gang's information can be sold, they will make money, no matter what the price is.
An Xin read the files on her phone, and the expression on her face gradually changed from dull at first to weird.
She raised her head and looked at Mo Fan, "No wonder the Three Eyes Gang has put so much effort into dealing with you. This information is much more valuable than imagined."
"What are the goods mentioned in it?" Mo Fan asked curiously.
An Xin: "I don't know either."
Mo Fan rolled his eyes, "From your tone, I thought you knew."
"Sometimes it is not necessary to wait until the specific truth to determine the nature of the matter."
An Xin pointed to one of the photos and said:
"I don't have to know what they are, just that they are transporting things to Red River City."
"Honghe City..."
Mo Fan whispered this very familiar name, and memories of Honghe City came to his mind.
Honghe City is close to West City. The two cities were established close to each other. Their city size, economic level and geographical location are very similar. They were once sister cities.
However, due to Chen Jiming's attack on the headquarters of Xituo Company, the upper-level city wanted to strengthen its control and communication with the lower-level city, so the upper-level satellite city set up an exchange port in the middle area of the two cities.
Since then, the two cities have competed for the initiative in the exchange port, from intrigues to armed conflicts. Seven or eight years ago, there was even a small war.
The once brotherly cities have now become mortal enemies.
The Three Eyes Gang, supported by the West family, secretly transported goods to Red River City behind everyone's back.
When this kind of news breaks out, it will definitely be shocking gossip.
It's okay to say that the Three Eyes Gang acted privately. If the West family was behind the instructions, then who was this secret deal for? What's the purpose?
Mo Fan shook his head, feeling like his brain would burn if he thought about it any more.
Such an important document fell into the hands of a stranger who suddenly appeared. From the perspective of the Three Eyes Gang, he really deserved it.
Fortunately, the information was given to An Xin. If he rashly went to West City to find a buyer, I'm afraid as soon as the news got out, it wouldn't just be the Three Eyes Gang who would be chasing him, but the whole city.
He coughed dryly and asked, "Miss An, can you still protect me now?"
An Xin gave him a funny look, "Are you scared? Don't worry, I never break my promise. It's a little troublesome, but it's not a big problem."
Mo Fan immediately gave a thumbs up and gave a thumbs up to An Xin. He seemed to have accidentally hugged a thigh.
An Xin changed the subject, "But..."
Mo Fan: "Want more money?"
An Xin: "That's not the case. If you want me to intervene, you'd better have a suitable identity. You are so skilled, are you interested in becoming a mercenary?"
"That's so interesting. I was born to do this."
Cultivation is a costly job, and the more spiritual energy you need in the later stages, the more spiritual energy you need.
Without a stable source of financial support, how can one achieve success in cultivation just by stealing cheap prosthetics from gangsters?
Working in the same business as in the previous life is undoubtedly one of the fastest ways to make money.
"Very good, let me introduce myself again. I am An Xin, the best intermediary in West City. No matter if you are issuing commissions or accepting jobs, you can come to me. Everyone calls me Bodhisattva. You can do the same. calls me."
"You're called Bodhisattva because the reward is so much?"
"No, because I am a pacifist and don't like people killing people in front of me."
The corner of Mo Fan's mouth twitched. In a place like Yefeng Town, if you are a mercenary, you are not allowed to kill people, and if you throw the relics of the incinerator, you are not allowed to collapse the furnace?
While talking, An Xin parked the car in front of a two-story building with a signboard of "Ruyi Firm" hanging on it.
"The operation of the automatic law enforcement team will last for a while. If you have no place to go, I can lend you the guest room on the second floor."
Mo Fan followed An Xin into the office. As soon as he entered the door, he felt a burst of fresh air pouring into his nose. The past few days in Yefeng Town made him almost forget the original smell of the air.
An air purifier is installed in the house, and the purification level is not low.
Ruyi Office covers an area of about 200 square meters. The interior is clean and tidy. Half of the first floor is an office area and half is an entertainment area.
The indoor facilities are old, and it can be seen that they have been used for several years, and most of them are self-made products that have been pieced together and modified.
An Xin first took him to the office area and created a new mercenary file on the computer.
"I already have a preliminary understanding of your marksmanship and skills, but apart from that, I need more information to choose a commission that is more suitable for you."
"What type of commission do you prefer? In other words, what are you better at?"
Mo Fan said without hesitation: "Any entrustment is acceptable. I have rich work experience. I can handle theft, tracking, protection, infiltration, assassination, etc."
An Xin turned her head and looked at him doubtfully.
"But according to my investigation, you were studying before and have never held any part-time job except striptease and cowherd. Where do you get your work experience?"
Mo Fan was silent for a moment and asked, "Have you ever heard of simulation training?"
"Um?"
"In the "Mercenary Simulator" on the epteam platform, I got all S achievements. "
"Video games."
An Xin pinched her eyebrows and felt a little headache.
If Mo Fan hadn't killed the Blood and Bone Gang by himself and repelled the pursuit of the Three Eyes Gang, if someone else had spoken to her like this, she would have told him to go away.
"Forget it, you go and rest first. I will record it slowly later."
An Xin took Mo Fan for a brief tour of Ruyi Office, and finally took him to the guest room on the third floor.
Putting the backpack in the room, Mo Fan turned his head and hesitated to speak.
"What else?"
Mo Fan asked shyly, "Can I stay here permanently?"
An Xin sighed and said, "Let me ask, if I don't agree, what are you going to do?"
Mo Fan said uncertainly: "Blow up the police station every day?"
