"What do you want? We can also do you a favor, a favor worth tens of billions." Donald asked.
"Uh" Yan Zhongbai really didn't know how to speak. He originally wanted to cooperate with the Hermitage to tie Hongmen and the Hermitage together, and then use the Hermitage to scare Mo Hai, but now, if he takes
Giving 10 billion to the Priory to help deal with Mo Hai is not worth it at all.
"How about we go back and think about it first." Seeing that Yan Zhongbai was in trouble and didn't know what to say, Li Mufeng spoke.
"Okay, but the time you have to consider is limited. If it's too late, even if you have money, you won't be able to buy a longer life." Donald didn't force it, because he knew that spending 10 billion U.S. dollars in exchange for a 100-year life span would be enough for anyone.
Can't refuse.
"In three days, if I come to you after three days, it means that our Hongmen has agreed. If I don't come to you, it means that we have given up." Yan Zhongbai thought for a while and said slightly embarrassed.
"Then that's the end of today, we won't give it away." Donald said with a smile.
After Yan Zhongbai and others left, another elder of the monastery asked Donald: "Do you think Hongmen will be willing to spend 10 billion US dollars?"
"Even if you are not willing now, you will be willing in the future. 500 billion is just the starting capital. We will need more funds in the future. When people are really about to die, they will realize that money is just an extraneous thing, let alone 100 million US dollars to buy it.
One year of life, even if it costs 10 billion US dollars to buy one year of life, I'm afraid they are willing." Donald smiled. First published
"Haha, I really hope that our ultimate weapon can be successfully developed soon, so that you and I don't have to raise money every day."
"Soon."
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When Yan Zhongbai and others were on their way back, Li Mufeng said: "Brother Zhong Bai, do you think it is credible to pay 10 billion U.S. dollars in exchange for a hundred years of life?"
"I don't know. Even if it's true, it has nothing to do with us. We Hongmen can't afford 10 billion U.S. dollars now, and even if we can, these 10 billion U.S. dollars can't be used on individuals." Yan
Zhong Bai said seriously.
"Brother Zhong Bai is right. This monastery is mysterious. I think it's better not to believe it yet. If the monastery really develops a drug that can extend your life for a hundred years, I'm afraid they won't
There is a shortage of US$500 billion." Li Mufeng said.
"That's right. Alas, this trip was in vain. We still don't know anything about the Hermitage." Yan Zhongbai said regretfully.
"I don't think it was in vain." Li Mufeng smiled.
Yan Zhongbai shook his head slightly and made no excuse. Yan Zhongbai's purpose of coming to see the Hermitage was different from Li Mufeng's, so his feelings were naturally different.
"Brother Zhong Bai, please pay back Mr. Mo's money honestly." After thinking for a while, Li Mufeng persuaded him earnestly.
"It seems that's all." Yan Zhongbai sighed helplessly. The Hermitage was totally unreliable.
"Uncle Li, dad, even if the Priory is unreliable, there is nothing we can do about it. Mr. Mo has offended the American military now. He may not be able to leave the United States alive this time. If he dies in the hands of the American military, then
Naturally, we don't have to pay back this money." Yan Dongfei still held on to a trace of luck.
"I hope so too." Yan Zhongbai didn't have much hope for this.
In response, Li Mufeng could only shake his head.
The U.S. military will never be able to deal with Mr. Mo. Li Mufeng is convinced of this.
After returning, Li Mufeng went directly to Mo Hai and told Mo Hai the contents of the conversation he had just met with the monastery people.
As expected by Li Mufeng, Mo Hai did not take the Hermitage to heart and had no plans to find the Hermitage.
Calculating the time, Mo Hai has been in the United States for a week. He has done all the things he needs to do and it's time to go back.
Of course, before going back, Mo Hai had one more thing to do.
At night, around nine o'clock, a group of high-ranking U.S. military officials were having a meeting in the U.S. Military District Headquarters building.
"The Chinese people have unpredictable abilities that cannot be dealt with by ordinary methods. Even if they send out a team with special powers, they probably have no chance of winning."
"Yes, the strength of the Chinese people is comparable to that of Superman."
"Even if he is Superman, he still has to pay the price for his actions. I don't believe that our mighty American military can't deal with a Chinese."
This group of senior U.S. military officials were discussing intensely for a long time, but could not come up with a practical plan.
Suddenly, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
Two Chinese people walked in, none other than Mo Hai and Qin Xiaoyue.
"How did you break in?" These senior American military officials were stunned for a moment, then they stood up one after another, took out their pistols, and asked in horror.
This is the headquarters of the American military. Mo Hai and Qin Xiaoyue came in in such a grand manner. Combined with their previous behavior, they were probably here to kill people.
"My young master, I just came here to talk to you." Qin Xiaoyue said with a faint smile.
"Talk? What's there to talk about? If you rush in here rashly, even if we shoot you, it's only natural." An American general said angrily.
"General, you must have some understanding of us. Do you think you can deal with us with just a few pistols in your hands? It's better to put down the pistols and let everyone talk calmly." Qin Xiaoyue still maintained a faint smile.
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Seeing Mo Hai and Qin Xiaoyue like this, these top military officials from the United States were honestly frightened to death, but on the surface, they could not lose their momentum.
"Are you threatening us?" the head of the US Army Minister said coldly.
"That's right." Qin Xiaoyue did not deny it.
"You are more direct. It's just that you killed two of our American generals, and now you want us to feel calm. Do you think this is possible?" The eyes of the American military minister were like falcons, full of murderous intent.
"It's not up to you." Qin Xiaoyue said with a faint smile.
Qin Xiaoyue spoke arrogantly and did not take the US military seriously at all, but now, these top US military officials really don't dare to break up with each other.
"What do you want to talk about?" the U.S. military minister took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.
"It's very simple. Don't trouble my young master. This is for your own good." Qin Xiaoyue said.
"What about the deaths of Generals Wilson and Braley?" the U.S. Army Minister suppressed his anger.
"Two people who don't know how to praise will die when they die. Do you want to imitate them? If you want to imitate them, I can send you to see them two now." Qin Xiaoyue said casually.