"Hey, wake up if you're still alive!" Ye Fan lightly kicked Song Hetong, holding a gun in one hand and pressing it against his temple.
Song Hetong took a deep breath, "You...who are you, and why are you so cruel to us?!"
"Are you cruel to you?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, "I have never killed an innocent person in my life. Those who died in my hands were all vicious people, how dare you say this to me?!
Ask yourself first, how many innocent people have died in your hands, and how many people have you killed because of your own selfishness?"
"Then...we..."
"Song Hetong, Song Hetong, you are really getting better and better as you live!" Ye Fan patted Song Hetong's cheek and grinned strangely, "The last sentence, what will you say?"
"You can't kill us..."
"Silly, it's the same sentence..." Ye Fan buckled with his backhand and turned Song Hetong's neck suddenly, and the sound of broken cervical vertebrae was heard.
Song Hetong rolled his eyes and died without even finishing his words.
Ye Fan clapped his hands, walked to the sofa, and looked at his watch. It was already half past ten.
"It's not right that the mission is so simple..."
Ye Fan murmured, sat on the sofa and rested for a while, then came to the door and put on the waiter's work clothes, grabbed a few bath towels from the side, arranged his clothes, and then opened the door and went out.
However, just when Ye Fan took a step forward, more than a dozen guns at the door were all pointed at Ye Fan.
I saw dozens of Nanyang policemen standing outside, complete with helmets, explosion-proof shields and M16s ready to rush into action.
"It's really here!" The leading police officer laughed and shouted at Ye Fan, "Put your hands up and don't move!"
Ye Fan was startled. Without any hesitation, he raised his hands in the air and slowly squatted on the ground. He said to himself: Damn, I've been tricked! There's no way these people could have appeared so fast. Someone must have been prepared in advance to mess with me!
Suddenly, a person's name popped into Ye Fan's mind, which shocked him into a cold sweat.
Shangguan Liuyun!
It must be this old guy who didn't explain the entire mission on purpose!
Killing the three nails of the Haiyi Group in Nanyang is only the first step of the mission. There will be other things you need to follow up on later!
"Ma Dan, Chief Shangguan, isn't your move too insidious?"
Facing more than a dozen hot weapons, Ye Fan had no choice.
Although he has reached seven times the limit of strength, at such a close distance, as long as the opponent is willing, he can be restrained at any time.
He has no ability to withstand bullets!
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Ye Fan was blindfolded and came to a very strange place.
He knew very well that the other party had been circling Bangkok for a long time just to make him lose his way.
Originally, Ye Fan was able to tell the difference, but who knew that the other party was cruel enough. After changing a car, he was stunned directly.
At that time, he was extremely frightened, secretly thinking that his boat had capsized in the gutter, and he was afraid that the worst would happen.
The other party took a lot of drugs, but the effect was not very good. For him, it was only enough to make him dizzy but not unconscious.
If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be addicted to death.
The other party didn't seem to intend to stun Ye Fan. As long as he could temporarily become confused, that would be enough.
When Ye Fan woke up, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.
All his hands and feet were locked with iron chains, and his eyes and mouth were covered so tightly that he couldn't even move.
"Creak!"
He didn't know where the car drove, but it suddenly stopped, and then he was helped out of the car by several big men.
Ye Fan was put into a place with heavy humidity.
There is no light here, and there is a shallow beach at your feet.
Ye Fan estimated that this was either an underground tunnel or some kind of secret room.
Listening to the "bah, bah, bah" footsteps, Ye Fan judged that there were six people following him. Moreover, these people had light steps and long breaths. They were definitely not ordinary thugs.
After walking for who knows how long, they entered a dry space again.
I only heard the person next to me say in a deep voice, "Boss, I've brought someone here!"
"Yea, very good!"
The old voice made Ye Fan tremble.
He actually didn't feel the other person's breath, as if there was no such person in the room.
But the other party's voice was very old, probably older than Shangguan Liuyun!
You know, Shangguan Liuyun is already one hundred and twenty years old!
"Little brother, you are so brave. You actually dare to go to Nanyang alone to assassinate my people! Tell me, which force sent you?"
The man's indifferent voice lingered in Ye Fan's ears.
As soon as Ye Fan heard the other party call him "little brother", he breathed a sigh of relief.
Obviously, the other party did not see through his identity.
Someone nearby pulled out the cloth strip from Ye Fan's mouth.
Ye Fan took a few deep breaths and grinned, "Old sir, you are so powerful, you might as well take a guess!"
This time, Ye Fan did not speak English, but spoke Chinese with a strong Binhai accent.
"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment, "Chinese?"
"That's right." Ye Fan nodded, "However, Chinese people do not necessarily do things for the Chinese power. It's like the old gentleman is from the island country, but the power is mainly concentrated in Nanyang!"
"Interesting." The man smiled faintly, "Have you guessed my identity?"
"The island country's Sea Wing Group, the Fujima family... Tsk tsk, I remember that the Fujima family has two powerful people. One controls the group's activities in the Pacific waters, and the other travels between the island country and Southeast Asia."
Ye Fan smiled.
"Chinese people have always been very smart, and you are no exception." The old man nodded and smiled, "Yes, I am Fujima Nagarjuna!"
It's really him!
Ye Fan was suddenly shocked.
The tycoon of Haiyi Group, Fujima Tatsuki, alone occupies 40% of the shares of Haiyi Group, and is on an equal footing with his elder brother.
"Little brother, you are a smart man. Now that you know my identity, there is no need to hide it. Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to assassinate my people this time?"
"Of course I am entrusted by others!"
Ye Fan suddenly understood the meaning of the last words Shangguan Liuyun told him when he left.
"Ye Fan, remember, you are not from our military region and you can change your identity at any time. Acting accordingly and sometimes having to compromise is a good choice!"
At that time, Ye Fan didn't understand why he said this.
After all, the mission target is only three island warriors with six times the limit, and Ye Fan can kill them in minutes with one hand.
It turns out that here is where the mission really begins!
"The purpose is very simple, to repay Miss Caizi's favor." Ye Fan rolled his eyes and smiled calmly.
"Um?"
Fujima Tatsuki was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Little brother, since you can name Caiko, you must already know the relationship between our Haiyi Group and the Sugo family.
Do you think I will fall for your clumsy alienation plan?"
"Is it clumsy? I don't think so." Ye Fan shrugged, "That's it for now, I have nothing to say.
Old gentleman, if you let me go, I owe you a favor. If you want to kill anyone in the future, I can do it for free.
If you want to kill me...hehe, I think it might not be very difficult."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's whole body suddenly erupted with a powerful aura, and his body's strength surged crazily.
The faces of the six men in black next to them changed dramatically, and they quickly drew out their guns.
Unexpectedly, before he could raise it, his arms suddenly stopped and all six pistols fell to the ground.
"Pa bang bang..."
Ye Fan stamped his feet six times in succession, trampling the gun to pieces.
"If you don't want to die, just stay still."
Ye Fan smiled and did not do anything extra. Instead, he pulled out a chair and sat on it.
From beginning to end, Ye Fan never took off the mask in front of his eyes.
"Little brother, you are very smart!" Fujima Tatsuki smiled faintly, "I admire smart people very much, because you don't have to work hard to talk to smart people."
Ye Fan closed his eyes and touched his forehead, "Do you think Sugo Caiko is a smart person?"
"Her? No, she's not!"
Fujima Nagarjuna shook his head in denial without even thinking about it.
"But she is a courageous little girl with a big appetite. Maybe she will become very smart in the future, but her current performance cannot be called smart."
"What about Suwu Jinyi?" Ye Fan asked again.
"It's so-so, not enough to get in, but enough to keep it. To a certain extent, it's not as good as his daughter." Fujima Tatsuki shook his head and smiled, "In less than ten years, he will definitely be replaced by Ayako!"
"Then my choice is not bad." Ye Fan grinned.
"Are you working for Sugo Ayako?" Fujima Tatsuki asked.
"No, I'm not her subordinate. We just get what we need." Ye Fan pinched his fingers and made a crisp bone sound. "She gave me a list. In addition to your subordinates, there are other people.
.
Of course, my first sale is free, and I will receive relevant compensation later.”
Fujima Ryuki said "Oh?" and then smiled: "It seems that the little brother is a free mercenary? I don't know which master he is?"
"I don't dare to be a master." Ye Fan thought for a while and used the identity of a legendary figure in the mercenary world.
"Some people call me Duhu, some people call me Tiger King. Of course, some people call me Mr. Mo Da..."
Fujima Ryuki was suddenly startled, "Are you Mo Qing?"
Mo Qing, an internationally famous super mercenary ten years ago.
In the world before Ye Fan, Mo Qing's name was already known to everyone.
But in this world, his reputation is even more terrifying!
In the previous life, Ye Fan had dealt with Mo Qing. He suffered serious internal injuries and was already in a semi-retired state.
In this world, Ye Fan doesn't know whether Mo Qing is still alive, but it is undeniable that his influence cannot be underestimated.
"I didn't expect that your husband would be the Chinese Tiger King who dominated the mercenary world ten years ago!" Fujima Ryuki's mouth twitched slightly, and he chuckled: "I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful!"
"What's there to respect about those who have passed away?" Ye Fan smiled nonchalantly, looked around, and his voice gradually became colder.
"Mr. Fujima, when you brought me here, you didn't just want to know my identity, right?"
"If Mr. Mo is willing to come over, he won't just confirm my identity, right?"
Faced with Ye Fan's deep questions, Fujima Tatsuki refused to give in.