In the evening, inside the castle in the ghost domain, Ximen Lang made an appointment with Colonel Beate, the leader of the Devil's Army. When he saw him coming in, he waved and said: "Colonel Beate, please sit down quickly."
Colonel Beate sat on the single sofa on the right and said: "Simon, if I guess correctly, you called me here to end the business between us. Please pay me."
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "Yes, that's what I mean. I'm very satisfied with the service provided by your Devil Warriors. Please accept this check." He handed over a check he had prepared a long time ago.
Colonel Beate took the banknote, looked at the amount on it, and said in surprise: "Ten million...Simon, what's going on? We only work for you for seven days. Logically speaking, we should get seven million."
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Ximenlang smiled and said: "I can destroy the Blue Devil Organization and the Huamen of Country M. You Devil Soldiers have made a lot of efforts and fought many beautiful battles. The other three million is my reward to you, accept it."
Colonel Beate said excitedly: "Simon, you are such a good boss. In the language of your Z country, it is called righteousness. It is our devil's honor to serve you. Thank you for your reward. If you need our help in the future,
, feel free to contact me.”
Ximen Lang nodded and said with a smile: "Part of our Huamen forces will be stationed in country M. We still have the opportunity to cooperate again. We will contact you when the time comes."
"Okay, then I'll take my leave."
After receiving the reward, Colonel Beate led many of his men to leave Los Angeles. Through this business, he gained a deeper understanding of what kind of person Ximen Lang was, which doubled his good impression.
Los Angeles, now you are finally my place!
Late at night, Ximen Lang couldn't restrain his excitement. He sat in a Cadillac luxury car, followed by ten black Hummers, and wandered through the streets and alleys of this modern city. The 19-year-old young man from Country Z revealed that
Passing through the car window, he watched the various life scenes outside. A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. From now on, I am in charge of this city!
Mao Wei died and received the punishment he deserved. Two days later, Mu Teng also got news. This time, Ximenlang personally went out. Accompanied by Jiang Wei and others, five luxury cars drove into a building in northern Los Angeles.
slum.
This area can be described in three words: dirty, messy, and poor. There are garbage piled on both sides of the road and the stench is overwhelming. A group of barefoot black children are happily playing football in the open space, and some are wearing heavy makeup.
Low-level sex workers are posing.
Ximenlang, who was sitting in the Cadillac, glanced out the window and sighed in his heart. It seems that no matter where he is, the life of the poor is not easy!
Five luxury cars stopped in front of a dilapidated apartment building. Ximen Lang and more than ten people got out of the car. Two members of the secret team led the way and the group entered the building.
When they reached the fourth floor, two secret team members stopped. One of them pointed to the door to the east and said, "Mu Teng is in this apartment."
Jiang Wei nodded, "Get out of your way." He stepped forward and tentatively pulled the door. It was locked, then he squatted down, took out the master key from his pocket and started to unlock it.
In less than a minute, the door lock was unlocked and Jiang Wei quietly opened the door. Just as he was about to go in, Ximen Lang ducked in and entered the room first.
The apartment was in a mess, with discarded drink bottles and food packaging bags everywhere, like a garbage dump.
Jiang Wei and others followed Ximen Lang and walked in the corridor. One of the dark team members accidentally stepped on the empty tin can, making a clanging sound.
A man's frightened voice immediately came from the living room, "Who?"
Ximen Lang suddenly appeared at the door of the living room and said coldly: "It's me!"
The living room is filled with extremely old furniture, a few used syringes are discarded on the coffee table, and the brown classical sofa has several big holes. Sitting on it is a man with a gray face and messy hair, with a look of fear in his eyes.
He held a May 4th pistol in his right hand and pointed it at the door.
This thin man is Mu Teng. After the rebellion, he stayed at the Blue Devils headquarters. He didn't think about anything every day. He took pleasure in injecting drugs and lived a life of drunkenness and dreams. After Huamen and others attacked the Blue Devils headquarters, he took advantage of the chaos and escaped.
, hiding in this slum, fearing that Huamen would find him, he was always on tenterhooks.
However, the day that cannot be avoided has finally arrived!
When Mu Teng saw the stern young man at the door, he was stunned and said in a voiceless voice: "Brother Lang..." The gun in his hand fell to the ground.
Ximen Lang's eyes were fixed on the face of this former capable general, and he felt heartache. To be fair, Mu Teng was very capable and managed the secret team of Huamen M State very well. He was a talent that could be cultivated. Unfortunately, he committed a crime
Make an unforgivable mistake!
Jiang Wei's figure also appeared at the door. With a livid face, he said angrily: "Asshole, what shame do you have to call me Brother Lang?"
"Battal Commander...I..." Mu Teng was speechless for a moment, speechless, with a look of shame on his face.
Ximen Lang sighed and said: "Mu Teng, I know the truth of the matter. You were betrayed by Mao Wei and caught by the Blue Devils organization. Originally, you would rather die than rebel. It was Jixinde who used drugs to control you."
, leading to today's consequences. However, because of your and Mao Wei's rebellion, hundreds of Huamen brothers were buried overseas. The sin you committed is too serious and cannot be forgiven."
Mu Teng said in despair: "Brother Lang, it's me who deserves to die... It's because I can't resist the pain of drug addiction. I deserve to die, and I don't blame you... It's me who deserves to die for you and the team leader. Now
, I know what I should do..."
He bent down and picked up the May 4th pistol on the ground. When he stood up, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple and cried bitterly: "Brother Lang, I'm gone... If there is an afterlife, I hope you can forgive me."
I, I, Mu Teng, still want to hang out with you..."
"Bang!"
The gunfire rang out, and a bullet penetrated Mu Teng's temple, penetrated his head, and flew out from the other side. The blood suddenly appeared, filled with an aura of terror.
The heart in Ximen Lang's chest suddenly clenched together, and it was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He turned his head away, unable to bear to look at it anymore.
For many days, Mu Teng has been living with guilt and regret, his days are like years, and he often wakes up from his sleep. For him, death may be a complete relief.
The moment he lost consciousness, Mu Teng had a wry smile on his face, raised his head and fell to the ground.
Ximen Lang turned around and whispered, "Bury him properly!" Then he sadly left without looking back.