In an alley near Casablanca Airport, two foreign men with tall noses and dark eyes walked out of a small restaurant.
"Damn, what a lousy place, the food is really terrible." A man in a blue jacket spat on the ground, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it to the man in a black suit.
companion.
"Don't mention it, these meals really have no taste at all. I had to endure it to eat that plate of food." The black suit shook his head and smiled bitterly, took out the lighter, lit a cigarette for the blue jacket first, and then
He lit a cigarette for himself again.
The man in the black suit took two puffs of cigarette, frowned, stretched out his hand to rub his stomach, and said, "Damn, I feel like my stomach is a little uncomfortable right now, is it..."
Before the black suit finished speaking, the cigarette in his mouth suddenly fell. Then, the black suit's body swayed and collapsed into the arms of the blue jacket.
The blue jacket hugged the black suit's shoulders and asked with concern. "Thomson, what's wrong with you? Do you have food poisoning?"
At this time, a calm voice came from the alley. "He is not suffering from food poisoning, but has been stabbed."
The blue jacket was shocked. He looked closely at Thomson's face through the lights on the roadside. He saw that Thomson's face was pale and there was no breath in his nose. When he reached out to touch Thomson's back, a dagger had already been inserted into it.
Blood was gurgling out from the back of Thomson's heart.
The blue jacket became even more frightened, pushed away Thomson's body, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and looked at the direction of the alley warily.
It was quiet at the entrance of the alley, the lights were dim, the evening breeze was gentle, and the trees were swaying.
Rustling, the lush palm trees on both sides of the alley swayed back and forth, making subtle sounds from their branches and leaves.
A ghostly figure shuttled between the palm trees. The figure's movements were extremely strange, but also extremely soothing and elegant, as if it was like a ghost dancing to the beat of music.
When the wind rises and the wind stops, the branches and leaves sway back and forth. The figure is like a fallen leaf dancing in the wind. According to the frequency of the swing of the branches and leaves, it advances when the wind rises and stops when the wind stops. When it advances, it moves like a rabbit on the run, shuttling between the trees like a ghost.
When it stops, it is as still as a virgin, just right and hidden behind the tree trunk.
Damn it, what the hell is this? Is it my imagination? The blue jacket looked at the hazy figure moving quickly among the palm trees. He was also confused in his heart. He couldn't tell whether the shadow was a tree shadow or a human figure.
Phew, a sea breeze blew, and the palm trees on the roadside swayed even more.
Suddenly, Blue Jacket discovered that the hazy figure had quietly sneaked behind the palm tree beside him. Blue Jacket was so shocked that he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He quickly turned around and pointed the gun at
That tall palm tree.
"Damn it, are you a human or a ghost? Come out quickly or I will shoot." The blue jacket held up the pistol and stepped closer to the palm tree little by little.
The sea breeze died down, the palm trees slowly stopped swaying, and the alley fell into a brief silence.
There was no sound at all behind the palm trees, and there was no murderous intent at all. It was quiet, so quiet that the blue jacket could even hear his own heartbeat. The blue jacket frowned, took a deep breath, and tried his best.
Relieving the fear in my heart, I made a circle to the left, bypassing the leafy palm trees, and came to the back of the palm trees.
However, there was nothing behind the palm trees, it was empty.
The blue jacket let out a long sigh of relief and comforted himself in his mind. Damn it, it looks like it was really my hallucination. The bastard who killed Thomson may have left the alley long ago.
The blue jacket regained his composure and planned to immediately take Thomson's body out of this secluded alley full of horror. The blue jacket turned around and was about to move forward when he suddenly found a Chinese man standing in front of him.
.
Ye Feng put his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on his angular face. "Are you looking for me?"
The enemy had already sneaked up behind him. Not only did he not make a sound, he also showed no trace of murderous intent. The blue jacket suddenly broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly raised the pistol in his hand.
Whoa, Ye Feng's body swayed, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of the blue jacket. Before the blue jacket could raise his right hand holding the pistol, Ye Feng's right hand had already grabbed the blue jacket's hand.
Right hand.
With a crisp click, the right wrist of the blue jacket was abruptly broken, and the pistol in his right hand was miraculously transferred to Ye Feng's right hand.
"Do you know what will happen if you point a gun at me?" Ye Feng lowered his head and looked quietly at the m1911 pistol in his hand. He flicked the gun body with his thumb, and the m1911 pistol was holstered on his index finger quickly.
Turning. Then, except for the index finger that was holding the pistol, the other four fingers of Ye Feng's right hand were like magic, gently and skillfully playing with the gun body.
Crackling, in the blink of an eye, the m1911 pistol had turned into a pile of parts, falling to the ground piece by piece.
As a killer, Blue Jacket is also proficient in firearms, but the Chinese man in front of him shocked him. Blue Jacket stared at Ye Feng in shock and said with a trembling voice. "You, you, you are the one
The winds of hell.”
"Yes, I am the wind of hell." Ye Feng showed his signature charming smile, put his hands behind his back, looked at the blue jacket, and said coldly. "Anyone who points a gun at me has already died.
It would be better to die and go to hell."
The blue jacket's face turned pale, and he was so frightened that he could not speak.
Ye Feng looked up at the stars in the night sky and said calmly, "I can spare your life temporarily, but you have to answer a few questions."
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Blue Jacket was surprised and happy, and a little color returned to his pale face. "You, you, don't kill me, I'll tell you."
"My good friend Adams is a confidant of Webster, the deputy leader of our Silver Hand blue team. The more than 20 brothers who rushed to Casablanca early came with deputy leader Webster." Blue Jacket
Shirt glanced at Ye Feng cautiously, and then said. "Adams told me privately that before coming to Casablanca, the chief and deputy leaders of our blue team, the Danish Swordfish Commando, the French Foreign Legion Parachute Regiment, and the Broken Thorn Alliance
Senior figures once gathered together to hold a secret meeting."
Ye Feng didn't expect that the person caught alive in front of him turned out to be a well-informed person, and he was greatly surprised. "Tell me, tell me everything you know, and I will let you live."
The blue jacket nodded, looked at his watch, and said, "It's seven o'clock in the evening, and in twenty minutes, the flight from the Thorn Alliance will arrive at Casablanca Airport."
Ye Feng snorted lightly and said, "Pirates are quite active."
"Isn't it a huge reward for Sania? Sania once found our blue team leader Sylvester and the pirates of the Broken Thorn Alliance through his confidants. Sania said that no matter which killer organization
, as long as it can kill you, it will pay a reward of 10 million U.S. dollars; if it can capture you alive, it will pay a reward of 1 million U.S. dollars."
The blue jacket mentioned the pirate's name with disdain. "This guy, the pirate, thinks he is the boss of the Broken Thorn Alliance, so he wants to order us blue team members. Huh, our blue team is the fourth largest in the dark world."
How could the elite team of the killer organization Silver Hand obey the orders of that bastard pirate? Besides, with the current strength of the Assassin Alliance, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals are no match for our blue group. That pirate guy is really a bit too self-righteous.
Already."
Although he had already guessed that the cooperation between the two killer organizations, the Silver Hand and the Broken Thorn Alliance, would not be so tacit, Ye Feng was still a little surprised to hear the blue jacket's complaints with his own ears.
The two organizations cooperated with each other to hunt down Ye Feng, but unexpectedly they had differences over leadership. Ye Feng thought about it carefully and felt relieved. The pirate is the boss of the Broken Thorn Alliance, while Sylvester is just the leader of the Silver League.
The leaders of the blue team among the three major groups under him are not equal in status. It would be a bit unjustifiable if they were to be treated as equals.
Let them make trouble, the more fun the better, so that it will be easier to deal with them. Ye Feng smiled lightly, interrupted the blue jacket who was blaming the pirates, and said. "What's left of your Silver Hands?"
When will people arrive in Casablanca?"
"Eight fifty-five in the evening." The blue jacket paused and continued. "Originally, our remaining brothers were supposed to arrive in Casablanca at seven twenty, but the pirate guy worked hard to compete for the top spot.
He just grabbed the tickets for that flight from Team Leader Sylvester, so our remaining brothers had to take the next flight to Casablanca."
"Pirates are really desperate guys. Since you are so impatient, I will send your Broken Thorn Alliance on their way first." Ye Feng shook his head with disdain and then asked. "The Swordfish Commando and the Paratrooper Regiment
Well, when will they arrive?"
"These two units are just like uncles." Mentioning the Swordfish Commando and the Parachute Regiment, the blue jacket seemed even more dissatisfied. "Damn it, we are here to carry out assassination missions, not to fight.
.What kind of advance reconnaissance and logistical support are needed for this group of soldiers and gangsters? Aren't they just a group of fearful and cowardly people who are worried that if they lose their lives, they won't be able to get promoted and make a fortune?"
"What's even more irritating is that these death-phobic ghosts don't look down on us killers at all. They also say that they are regular troops, and we are just thieves and bandits. One is an official and the other is a thief. If we want to work together, we have to obey them.
These are the orders of the officials. Damn it, I get angry when I think of this. Who doesn’t know the little calculations in the minds of these guys? Every one of them looks like a bitch, just to get an additional number on their epaulettes.
With a gold star, can I become a general or even a high-ranking official in the military?" The blue jacket poured bitter water on Ye Feng.
Ye Feng frowned, interrupted the blue jacket again, and said, "Stop talking about this, tell me what action plan the Swordfish Commando and the Parachute Regiment have."
"I heard from Adams that the senior leaders of our four teams met together to discuss countermeasures. Colonel Romedal, the captain of the Swordfish Commando, and Colonel Diarra, the leader of the Parachute Regiment, jointly proposed that it would be inconvenient for them to communicate with the two of us.
The killer organization will act together, and their two regular troops will take separate actions together." Blue Jacket curled his lips and said. "They will let the reconnaissance company of the Paratrooper Regiment take a C130 transport plane on the outskirts of Casablanca at midnight tonight.
Parachute into the wilderness area. Wait until the reconnaissance company detects your whereabouts, and then use transport aircraft to drop other teams."
Ye Feng nodded and muttered with disdain in his heart. I didn't expect these pursuers to come in batches. That's fine, then I will deal with you one by one.
"Damn, these bastards took a transport plane to parachute, but let our two killer organizations take a public flight. Are these partners who want to work together to cooperate? These stingy guys, even if they don't let us use the transport plane, they still have to
They say that we killers have not received professional training and are not suitable for parachuting. Damn it, before I joined Silver Hand, I went to a flight school to practice skydiving in order to become a professional killer who is proficient in various skills.
.”
Perhaps in order to gain Ye Feng's trust so that Ye Feng could fulfill his promise to let him live, Blue Jacket rambled on about all the news he had learned from his friend Adams.
At this time, the lights came on and a jeep drove into the alley.
Ye Feng had already got the news he wanted to know. He looked at the grumbling blue jacket and said with a smile, "Okay, you can go back."
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Blue Jacket seemed to have received a shot in the arm. He immediately regained his energy, stopped complaining, and ran away.
Michelle drove the jeep and drove slowly to Ye Feng's side.
"My dear, why did you let him go?" Michelle looked at the back of the blue jacket and said in confusion.
"I just negotiated a deal with him, and I've got what I want." Ye Feng showed a faint smile on his face, and then said. "I'm just temporarily sparing his life. If he continues to hunt,
Us, then I will send him to hell without mercy."
Michelle smiled and said, "What should we do next."
Ye Feng looked at his watch. It was already 7:10 pm. "Let's go to the airport. The pirates will fly to Casablanca soon. Let's go and give the Broken Thorn Alliance a showdown."
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