Ye Fan saw the sincerity from the heart from Audrey's eyes.

He nodded: "Okay, I believe in you."

"Thank you for your trust in me!" Audrey burst into tears.

Raymond was stunned when he heard the foreign girl's oath. This was the first time he heard of this fresh poisonous oath.

He finally understood why his granddaughter Lei Xuan was different tonight tonight, wearing heavy makeup and sexy outfit, and it turned out that he was the enemy of affection.

I have to say that in terms of appearance and figure, Audrey is first-class and pleasing to the eye.

Ye Fan reminded: "Xuan'er, Audrey, you go to another room to play first. Director Lei and I have something to discuss."

"Um."

Lei Xuan and Audrey nodded in agreement, because they also knew that Rasour was not dead and it was of great importance.

When the two beauties left, only Ye Fan and Lei Meng were left in the room.

Ye Fan first called Langya headquarters and notified his subordinates to be careful when performing tasks in the near future. Of course, he did not disclose information that Rasour is still alive.

Then he discussed with Raymond about the news, how to make it seamless and unsparing, making everyone think that the raid on the IC headquarters was very perfect, and there was no fish caught!

Of course, Ye Fan asked Raymond to help him do one thing, which was to investigate where Rasour was now, so that he could go directly to solve the other party.

Langya also has a special intelligence department, but Ye Fan cannot ask his subordinates to help for the time being. After all, the fewer people know about Rasour's secret information, the better.

In the country of Irac, in an inconspicuous house in a residential area.

More than ten members of the IC organization gathered together. The middle-aged man surrounded them, with a beard that lasted dozens of centimeters long, exactly the same as his brother who had died before. He was the real Rasul.

But compared with his younger brother, his facial expression is more fierce.

Although there are too many people chasing Rasour, he is always safe. One reason is that his younger brother Rasour has almost diverted everyone's attention and people have been deceived by substitutes. The other reason is that Rasour firmly believes that the most dangerous places are actually the safest. When others think he will hide in a remote and hidden mountainous area, he lives in a residential area with great freedom and freedom.

"How many people are left?"

Rasour was asking a close friend who had learned about the raid of the base camp by soldiers.

The other party responded respectfully: "Looking back, there are less than a thousand people."

From the scale of tens of thousands of people to less than one thousand people, it was only overnight. It has to be said that the strength of the IC organization has been severely damaged.

"Who did it?"

"A young man named Ye Fan from China."

"Ye Fan?" Rasour was very confused, "I have never heard of it, what background?"

"He is the leader of the Wolf-Good Mercenary Group, and he led the Wolf-Good and the special forces from the E Kingdom to raid our base."

"It turned out to be wolf teeth."

Although Rasour did not know Ye Fan, he had heard of Wolf Teeth.

"A little wolf teeth dared to attack ic. We lost because we were attacked by sneak attacks and were caught off guard. Otherwise, we would guarantee that they would go without returning."

Then he took out a photo from his arms, which was from his younger brother Rasupi.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. Whoever kills you will definitely let him tear him to pieces!"

"Peng—"

At this moment, suddenly, a ball flew over from outside, instantly breaking through the window glass, rolling onto the ground, scaring the people in the room.

Everyone looked at Rasour and asked him to make a decision. At the same time, they took out the guns on their bodies.

Rasour shook his head and signaled his men not to act rashly, because he suspected that someone deliberately kicked the football in to attract them to show up.

The room they are in is on the third floor, so it is normal to mention the football to this height from the ground and it is not surprising.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

There was a sound of someone running at the stairs outside. Because the room was extremely quiet, the running sound was very clear and abrupt.

Then, the footsteps came to the third floor. A young man in his teenager panted and ran to the door with a red face. He kicked the football that broke the window glass.

"Tu tuk!"

The boy knocked on the door a few times and shouted, "Is anyone there? My football is in your room, I'm going to go in and get it out."

The people in the room held their breath and did not make any sound.

The boy subconsciously pushed the door, but the door was pushed open. He did not realize the danger was coming and walked into the room without any warning.

As soon as he walked into the house, he was shocked because in his sight there were a group of militants who looked fierce and seemed to be trying to swallow people.

All the guns in the hands of those people were loaded.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I went to the wrong room."

The young man turned around in panic and wanted to leave, but found that one of them blocked his way and locked the door from inside.

"What do you want to do?"

A strong ominous premonition flashed in his heart, because the outfits and expressions of these men made him unable to help but think of the I-organized organization active in his country.

If the other party is really those terrorists, then he will die today and there will be no chance to walk out of the room alive.

He regretted kicking the football to the third floor with one kick, and even more regretted breaking into the room so recklessly that he put himself in a dangerous state.

"Is this your ball?"

Rasul smiled and picked up the ball under his feet.

“Yes…yes.”

The boy was nervous and incoherent, and he spoke stuttered and stuttered. His dark face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

Rasour took out another sharp knife and poked the football, and the ball instantly deflated.

However, he kept a smile on his face and said to his subordinates, "Turn his head like this ball."

"No!"

When the boy heard this, he was frightened and suddenly fell to the ground, "Please let me go."

A burly man raised the silencer pistol in his hand and shot it.

With two "puff" sounds, the boy was shot in the head and fell to the ground. Blood quickly overflowed from his head, dyeing a large area of ​​the floor red.

A fresh life was taken away like this.

The people in the room were not only without any mercy, but instead burst into laughter and seemed to have done something very happy.

These murderous devils and tyrants have long regarded other people's lives as grass.

"Boss, what will we do next?" his subordinate asked Rasour.

Rasour walked to the window and looked into the distance with fierce eyes: "Recruiting soldiers and expanding the scale, I am not so easily destroyed."

Immediately afterwards he added: "My first goal will be Ye Fan."
Chapter completed!