The air in Private Room seemed to have suddenly solidified, leaving only the sound of the hot pot boiling.
The middle-aged man raised his left hand, pressed it down, and made a gesture.
Only then did everyone relax their tense muscles a little.
He put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned sideways and took out an old-fashioned brick mobile phone from his briefcase, pressed the answer button, and put the receiver to his ear.
A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, saying a few words in foreign language that no one could understand.
The middle-aged man simply responded with two words "I understand" and hung up the call neatly.
Then he threw the phone back into his bag, took a tissue and wiped his mouth.
The eyes of the other four people all focused on him.
"There's work to do."
The middle-aged man spoke with a smooth voice that was inexplicably infectious.
Huang Mao spit out the toothpick in his mouth, moved the folding chair half a step forward, and asked in a low voice:
"Brother Tian, is this call from the Mysterious Organization who was in contact with you before?"
The middle-aged man named "Brother Tian" nodded slightly.
The two strong men looked at each other, their faces darkened, and they seemed a little afraid.
The short-haired woman stopped fishing, turned to look at the middle-aged man, and asked softly:
"Brother Tian, what do they want us to do?"
Brother Tian leaned back on the chair and said calmly:
"They officially handed over the first task, asking us to plan an explosion at Eastern Capital to attract the attention of the police."
"The deposit of 50 million will be credited to the account within the next two days. The specific follow-up action process and goals will be notified at that time."
After hearing this, the young man with Huang Mao rolled his eyes and felt a little puzzled:
"Isn't this kind of mission too weird? We are not asked to assassinate important politicians or kidnap those Chaebol Young Master. We are just being ordinary gangsters. The money given is too easy."
Others at the table also looked suspicious.
Since arriving at Xia Country two months ago, their group has been nesting in this mixed Urban Village, living in seclusion and waiting for opportunities.
Hiding in the narrow Small Hotel every day, everyone has long been feeling suffocated.
It's rare to have a dinner together tonight, to have a good meal to satisfy my cravings, and by the way, I also want to discuss how to earn the first pot of gold from Xia Country.
I even began to think about finding a local Underworld Gang to "borrow" some travel expenses to make the most of my current life.
Now that they heard that the mysterious Backer issued such a strange order, everyone was both surprised and inevitably filled with doubts.
The short-haired woman pursed her lips, and there was a bit of worry in her eyebrows:
"The details of these people are still unclear. Do we really intend to sacrifice our lives for them? Brother Tian, I always feel uneasy in my heart..."
Brother Tian stretched out his palm and patted the back of the woman's hand twice as a gesture of comfort.
Then he took back his hand, glanced at the other people at the table, and said slowly:
"We provoked General Ruan in Nanyang. Not only did we rob his goods, we also killed his useless nephew. The old guy issued a wanted order for Underworld and sealed all the sea exits."
"Bottom Cabin, who finally hid on a bulk carrier, smuggled himself to Xia Country after a month of bad food, just to avoid the limelight and find a way to survive."
He paused for a moment and continued:
"Now this organization is not only willing to accept us, but also promised to help us completely clear our identity when the matter is completed, and even help kill General Ruan who dominates Nanyang."
"In addition to a clean passport, each person will be given an extremely generous amount of Settlement Allowance. This amount of money is enough for us to change our appearance in Xia Country and become a rich man safely."
When everyone heard this, they fell silent.
Private Room fell into a brief silence, leaving only the gurgling sound of the red oil soup base.
They recalled the days when they licked blood from the knife edge in the Nanyang rainforest.
I deal with venomous snakes, insects and ants every day, and my clothes are soaked with sweat and rain, leaving an unpleasant rancid smell.
He risked his life to engage in illegal business just to earn a meager commission.
If you are not careful, you will be hunted down by warlords like wild dogs, without even a place to sleep peacefully.
They have long had enough of that precarious life of wallowing in mud.
The short-haired woman sighed and continued:
"Daozai is still lying Clinic on the ground. The wound is inflamed and the fever is not going away. The doctor is asking for 200,000 Surgery. The cost of subsequent treatment will only be more or less."
"There are also A Gui and Song En who stayed in Nanyang and failed to escape. Their families are likely to be found by General Ruan's people. We urgently need a sum of money to buy a way to send them out... The money we have is about to bottom out now, and we really can't afford to wait."
These words touched the hearts of everyone.
The faces of the two strong men became increasingly ugly. One of them pulled open his collar irritably, and the other sighed heavily.
"Brother Tian, Sister Juan."
Huang Mao heard this, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said:
"That's what I say, but in our industry, everyone knows that pie will not fall in the sky. Since those people are willing to pay such a high price, they will definitely pay their lives for this job."
He licked his lips and looked hard:
"Just listen to the cleansing and Settlement Allowance they promised. Those guys wearing Suit have darker hearts than those of us who work as Mercenary. If they really get things done, they might turn around and silence us."
"If we really want to get the money, we can't follow their rules. We must hold their hands, or we must turn against them, bite off a piece of their flesh, and steal the deposit!"
The two strong men did not answer, but there was a look of unruliness on their faces, obviously they agreed with what he said.
It's not that they're afraid of risking their lives, they just don't want to repeat what happened at Nanyang, where they were used like dogs and kicked away.
No one can stand this kind of cowardice. They are really forced to have no way out. They are willing to risk their lives and can do anything, even poke a hole in the sky.
"A Kun, the most important thing when we do business is credibility."
Faced with Huang Mao's bold proposal, Brother Tian looked calm and educated him earnestly:
"If you smash your sign, who Backer will dare to cooperate with you in the future?"
In fact, he still had something hidden in his heart that he didn't say out loud.
When he and the Mysterious Organization agent met alone last week, he could feel a hair-raising Deathly Aura from the other person three meters away.
That is definitely not how ordinary humans should feel.
Although he relies on his Supernatural ability, the brothers under him are also ruthless characters who crawled out of the dead, and they work together well in battle.
But before you know the details of the other party, rashly breaking up with each other is definitely courting death.
If he had to choose, he would rather fight with Special Search Team from Xia Country than get entangled with these weird monsters.
"However, A Kun has one point that is right..."
After educating his little brother, Brother Tian changed the topic and raised his eyebrows:
"We cannot fully trust this kind of organization that hides its secrets, let alone place all our hopes on the promises they make."
He leaned forward slightly, pressed his hands on the edge of the table, and his eyes behind the lenses became extremely sharp:
"So, the most important thing for us now is to do our job well first, build up our reputation, and let the other party see our true ability Red Devil Mercenary."
"We must grasp the right balance here and do things beautifully, but we cannot really become the target of public criticism and cut off our retreat."
"I already have a rough plan. You can relax. I will arrange the specific division of labor after I get the detailed information in two days."
"Brother Tian Just have a plan."
A Kun heard this and immediately geared up excitedly and said fiercely:
"We brothers are all ace elites who came from the battlefield. As long as we don't go head-to-head with Special Search Team, those ordinary policemen who want to play firefight with us will end up in death!"
"Brother Tian and A Kun are right."
"If there are any blind policemen who dare to get in the way, I will use high-explosive mines to overturn their cars!"
The two strong men nodded in agreement, the doubts on their faces dissipating a lot.
The short-haired woman looked at Brother Tian's calm and composed expression, and Shitou's heart dropped.
Brother Tian looked around and looked at the group of brothers in front of him who had shared weal and woe with him:
"Du Juan, A Kun, A Mang, Sanchai, I often say a truth. In this world, the most important thing for people is to learn to rely on themselves. Others cannot be relied on."
"As long as we show our irreplaceable value, even if we don't cooperate with this Mysterious Organization, there will naturally be other big forces willing to spend a lot of money to recruit us, which is enough for us to gain a foothold in Xia Country."
"As for this Backer now, once we find out their details, we will have the initiative whether to continue to use money to do things or to look for opportunities to bite back."
After saying that, his tone suddenly softened, and the gangster Aura in his body was completely restrained.
Brother Tian put on a friendly smile at the corner of his mouth, picked up the chopsticks, fished out a white and tender fish fillet from the boiling red oil soup, and put it into his own dipping dish.
"Okay, don't worry about it so much for now. This store's Cold-Pot Fish is pretty good, the fish is smooth and tender, the base is spicy enough, and there are plenty of other side dishes."
"Everyone, please eat more, fill your stomachs, build up your energy, and get ready to start work."
His behavior, words and deeds were not violent at all, like someone who was about to kill people and steal goods. Instead, he looked like a conscientious boss who led his employees out for dinner and team building.
The four of them responded in unison and picked up their chopsticks again.
Private Room once again heard the soft sound of chopsticks colliding with dishes, and the sound of the hot pot boiling.
Five o'clock in the morning.
Eastern Capital The suburban coastline has not yet completely awakened from its slumber.
All the way up the steep and rugged mountain road, an abandoned Lighthouse stood quietly on the edge of the 100-meter-high Cliff.
The white paint on the tower body has been mottled and peeled off by the long-term erosion of the sea breeze, revealing the rusty Rebar and Gray Cement skeletons inside.
Below Cliff, the tide is in a violent rising period.
Tons of sea water, wrapped in white foam, hit the angular black Reef hard again and again, making a thunderous roar.
The water vapor was so thick that the entire rock wall of Cliff seemed to be trembling.
At the very edge of the steep cliff, on a protruding Granite, a figure sat cross-legged.
He was naked from the waist up, only wearing a bright pair of Red Underwear.
Place your hands naturally flat on your knees, and keep your back straight.
The whole person is like a bronze statue nailed to the rock. No matter how powerful the waves are below, he remains unmoved.
If you look closely, you will find that the rise and fall of his chest is extremely weak.
It often takes several minutes before there is a very long flow of air in the nasal cavity that is slowly inhaled.
This unique breathing rhythm makes the Aura on his body perfectly blend with the surrounding cold rocks and humid sea breeze.
Even if someone passes by him, if he doesn't search carefully with his eyes, he won't be able to notice that there is a big living person sitting here.
What's even more strange is that the space within ten steps around his body seems to be frozen.
A hundred meters away, a strong wind roared on the sea, rolling up waves several meters high.
But as soon as this wind blows on Cliff and touches the area around him, it is like falling into some kind of viscous quagmire and disappearing instantly.
The wild grass and shrub branches growing randomly around him were also frozen in the air, motionless.
Even the few drops of dew that fell from the treetops stopped half a meter above his head, losing the Gravity effect of falling downwards.
Time, in this area of only ten steps in radius, seems to have been forced to press the pause button, forming an independent realm of absolute stillness.
The boundary between sea and sky in the east opened a gap at some point.
The bottom of the originally gray-white clouds gradually revealed a very faint orange-yellow color.
As time goes by, the orange color quickly spreads around, becoming darker and darker.
Eventually it turned into a red color like burning flames.
The brilliant morning glow pours on the undulating waves, and also casts the first ray of morning light on the man.
Through the light, his well-tempered body can be clearly seen.
Broad shoulders, angular back and chest muscles, and abdominal muscles neatly arranged like a knife.
Every muscle contains extremely violent power, and even glows with metallic luster under the light of Morning Dawn.
It gives people the impression of a terrifying beast dormant under a humanoid body.
Time passed unconsciously and the sky became brighter and brighter.
Fang Cheng's closed eyes suddenly opened.
Deep in the pupils, a flash of light flashed past like an unsheathed sword, a bit sharper than the rising Blazing Sun in the distance.
As he opened his eyes, the strange Force Field that had invisibly blocked the surrounding area instantly disintegrated.
The originally frozen air suddenly began to flow again.
The long-suppressed sea breeze poured in, rustling the dead grass and shrub branches and leaves on the ground.
Steam with a salty smell came to his face and hit his strong chest.
Fang Cheng His chest bulged high, and then he opened his lips slightly and let out a gentle breath.
Tsk--
A wave of Pure White air spurted out from his mouth, making a sharp whistle in mid-air.
Like a sharp arrow that left the string, it broke through the sea wind in front of it and shot straight five or six meters away. Then it gradually turned into white mist and dissipated outside the cliff.
At the same time, the familiar light blue Light Screen appeared in front of Fang Cheng.
[Visualization Experience+5]
[Visualization Lv3(873/1000)]
[Qi Gong Experience+6]
[Qi Gong Lv3(451/1000)]