After a short while, the black Mercedes-Benz drove to the entrance of the warehouse and stopped, turning off the accelerator.
"Oh my god. The road conditions are really bad. Dude, the place you chose is really not that good." Chu Yunfeng opened the car door and jumped out. He looked around at the situation, spread his hands and complained in annoyance.
In the large warehouse space, a bonfire in the middle was burning brightly. The firelight illuminated the huge space.
A tall white middle-aged man came over in heavy leather boots. He was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a denim jacket that had been washed a little white. Underneath was a long gray t-shirt. Sleeve T-shirt. The pants are somewhat loose camouflage pants.
It seems that he must be in very good health. Otherwise, ordinary people would easily catch a cold wearing such clothes on such a cold night.
But it was obvious that this white man was not worried that he would get sick from this.
The firelight illuminated his face, his protruding cheekbones, his tall nose, his deep green eyes, and his rough beard.
His steps were unusually steady and strong. His eyes were sharp and cold. He had a capable military temperament all over his body.
Mercenaries.
There were many calluses on his hands, but the rough skin seemed to be stained with blood. Countless lonely souls seemed to be jumping and wailing on his calluses.
Suddenly, he stopped and kept a distance of about five meters from Chu Yunfeng.
"My dear, you are on time." He split his rough lips and showed a friendly smile.
This is out of respect for the opponent.
As a soldier, once you reach a certain state, every time you encounter a natural enemy, you also meet a close friend in this life.
Therefore, there is no trace of dirt in his smile.
"This is my habit. It is also my respect for my opponents." Chu Yunfeng also gave a sincere smile. "But my dear, your Chinese words are really terrible. I think I might be more willing to hear You speak your mother tongue. I can probably understand your mother tongue. Why don't you express what you want to express in your own way. Don't be too polite to me. Otherwise I will be embarrassed."
"Oh, you are so funny." The white middle-aged man smiled slightly and switched to American English with a North Carolina accent. "It seems that you already know where I am. Then, I guess I don't need to talk anymore. Introduce yourself, dear."
"You still call your opponent dear. This is something worthy of admiration."
"Oh no. This is actually just our habit. Besides, you are a rare opponent in my life, aren't you? I can see that you are indeed an amazing guy. I mean it."
Chu Yunfeng became unusually humble. "You are the 'God of Death', right? Lantiste Osama, the killer king of the Blackwater mercenary company."
Lantiste nodded slightly.
"That's right. It's me. It seems that you know me very well. You know, although there may be many people in this world who know me, but there are very few people who really know my name. To be honest, there are very few. But I am very Curious. How did you know."
Chu Yunfeng shrugged. "No comment. This is my personal privacy. I don't think I need to tell you."
"Of course." Landiste was very gentlemanly and did not force anyone to do anything. "Then you can take your body and return to the dust with you. Don't you Chinese people have an old saying that everything ends in dust? Yes, in this world. Any kind of life in the world will eventually return to dust. Dust is our final destination."
It seemed that this guy really came with the confidence to take revenge. Chu Yunfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why are powerful people so simple-minded?
ordinary man.
No wonder. Since ancient times, powerful men have always been worthy of the title of a mere "common man".
Xiang Yu, Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Li Yuanba... there are countless examples of ordinary people. They are everywhere in the long history. But they can only leave a very short glorious chapter in history like a flash in the pan.
They cannot be the ultimate winner.
That's because they are so proud. They are so proud that they think they can make the whole world surrender with just a pair of iron fists.
Ever since, common man has become the best synonym for "well-developed limbs and simple mind".
At least, he hasn't understood it until now. In fact, he is just being used as a sad and deplorable knife in the borrowed knife scheme.
But Chu Yunfeng was not afraid of him either. But before that, he felt that he still respected such an opponent very much.
At least, they have never been enemies.
"I don't know. Would you like to read some fresh news? Maybe you haven't seen it before."
"What's the meaning."
"then."
Chu Yunfeng threw the newspapers he brought to the other party.
"Let's see. I actually don't want to explain anything to you. Now that I'm here, I don't want to talk nonsense. I really want to see what kind of character the legendary 'Death' is. But... I said that I respect people like you very much. So, I think it is necessary for me to show you this thing."
Lantiste opened the newspaper and looked through it in confusion. On the front page of every page was a description of the murder case that shocked Ura Hai.
Seeing these horrific pictures of events, Landiste's expression moved slightly.
"Show me these. What do you want to explain?"
"I want to tell you that your subordinate died a worthy death." Chu Yunfeng said without apology: "If I see such a person, I will kill one; if I see ten, I will kill ten."
See one, kill one; see ten, kill ten.
Suddenly, Lantiste's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a bone crunching sound. His pupils shrank very subtly.
"It seems that you are very arrogant."
Chu Yunfeng shook his head. "No. I just can't bear to see someone using such despicable methods on the weak. Doesn't the reputation of the strong come from ravaging the weak? [This chapter is not finished, please click on the next page. continue reading!!
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