The captain's cabin that Song Xinrui entered was less than seven or eight square meters. The surrounding bulkheads were old, the paint was stained and dirty, a table was covered with scars, a few wine glasses and the remaining food and wine made people unappetizing. Opposite were two wooden chairs.
It was badly damaged, and an orange wall lamp illuminated a person sitting on a leather swivel chair.
The man waved his hand, and the fat sailor put down the flat safe, exited the cabin, and closed the thick hatch with his backhand.
"Aung Di Sabah Mazong." The man introduced himself, pointed at the broken wooden chair in front of him, looked at No. 1 and said roughly: "Please sit down."
"Thank you." No. 1 sat down on the broken chair.
"What do you call it?"
"Mr. Li."
"Why don't you take off your mask."
"No need, this is our first big business, money can show our sincerity."
Looking through the photochromic glasses, his face was expressionless. Song Xinrui neither took off the Canadian broad-brimmed soft hat on his head nor the pair of photochromic glasses on the bridge of his nose. His small eyes shone like cobras.
He looked very sophisticated, neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was not telling a big lie, but just doing a big deal.
He looked at the person in charge of the "Jungle Iron Triangle", the "Number One Assassin in Southeast Asia" of the Wei Zhen Taiguo underworld. He was seven feet six inches tall and weighed more than 250 pounds. He had broad shoulders and a big flat face.
, two thick eyebrows, and a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Very good, I like it. Haha." Angdi nodded. There were several scars on his face, like a boxer's face. The scars moved when he spoke, and half of his right ear was knocked off.
Although this guy is very conspicuous, and there is a long criminal record in Interpol's files. The police will quickly track him wherever he appears, but No. 1 Song Xinrui still chose Ang Di this time, and chose You.
The "Jungle Iron Triangle" he created.
After all, this killer, known as the "No. 1 Assassin in Southeast Asia", has killed many famous figures, has a very high reputation in the underworld, and has succeeded in almost every dirty job.
"What do you call your company?" Ang Di's rough voice clearly contained a hint of sarcasm.
"Commerce Bureau."
"Commerce Bureau?"
"right."
"I like negotiating deals on the Basilico, even though it's a sinking ship."
"I hope the number one assassin in Southeast Asia won't sink with it." Song Xinrui shrugged his shoulders and replied calmly. "Just call me Mr. Li."
"Would you like a drink?" Angdi ignored No. 1's reply and picked up the bottle.
"No."
"Why?" Ang Di did not stop the movements of his hands, his thick eyebrows raised, and he looked at Song Xinrui evilly.
"I'm used to doing risky business," Song Xinrui frowned, looked at the wine glass and said, "I won't drink until the business is settled."
"Ah haha!" Ang Di suddenly burst into laughter, "dong dong dong dong", he filled up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then put it down with a clatter, and wiped his big mouth with his thick hand: "I
Just the opposite of Mr. Li, you can’t do it without wine.”
"As far as I know," No. 1 said bluntly, "Mr. Ondy doesn't like polite words."
"It seems like you understand me very well. Yes, I just don't like that nonsense." Ang Di corrected, looking directly into Song Xinrui's eyes. If you don't have the courage, just this stare will make most people pee.
"I am also a person who cherishes time." Song Xinrui said. "Time is life."
"Very good. Then, Mr. Li, I would like to ask a question first."
"Excuse me, I took the initiative to ask you to do business. You don't have to be polite. Mr. Angdi."
"Okay. What organization do you represent?"
"This has nothing to do with the transaction."
"No, no, no!" Ang Di suddenly shook his head very seriously, his face darkened, "You don't really understand what I mean. What I want to say is, do you have the ability to pay?"
"You can rest assured about this."
"My asking price is much higher than the average price."
"And like cash transactions."
"It seems you have a deeper understanding of my situation."
"I spent a lot of time and thought before coming here to find you."
"Research my file?"
"Also research your organization, credibility, capabilities and consequences."
"Yeah, haha! I like it! I really like you, Mr. Li." Ang Di licked his lips and showed an ambiguous smile, but it was quite ruthless and made people tremble. "Then, the money is in the box.
In?"
"We haven't discussed the deal yet." Number One shook the broken wooden chair.
"Let's talk now. Tell me, Mr. Li, what kind of 'wet job' is it?"
"This..." Song Xinrui smiled and raised the corner of his mouth, "I just brought you a deposit today that is enough to make Mr. happy. We can't tell you the specific wet work until you arrive in Pengcheng.
.”
"Oh?" On Di's face showed a confused expression of "an old revolution encounters new problems". However, he quickly nodded happily. "Okay."
Song Xinrui took out three photos and threw them on the table in front of Ang Di: "Do you know these three people?"
Ang Di grabbed a large number of the pictures above with great interest, and looked at it carefully with his big, gloomy, murderous eyes.
This is a photo of Wang Wei.
This young special forces soldier, dressed in the uniform of a special forces unit, was very impressive. He looked handsome and had a breathtaking heroic spirit and something chilling in his eyebrows.
"Wait a minute -" Ang Di only glanced at him and suddenly jumped up from the broken leather swivel chair like an electric shock. "This is a difficult person to deal with. I have never fought with him, but I know him. The whole world's special forces
Everyone is spreading his story."
No. 1's face was expressionless, with a pair of small eyes shining as fiercely as a cobra behind a pair of photochromic glasses on the bridge of his nose under a Canadian broad-brimmed soft hat on his head.
"Are you scared?" Song Xinrui smiled sarcastically.
"He is the 'full-blooded God of War' of the Chinese special forces." Angdi muttered, "He once dealt with other brothers in the tropical jungles of Southeast Asian countries, and is known as the God of Death."
"He is also the 'Snake Swordsman' of the police in the underworld of Wei Town." Song Xinrui remained the same, adding with a deepened sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Could it be that this big business is what Mr. Li is looking for this time?"
"That's right." No. 1 Song Xinrui nodded firmly, "Please kill him. I mean we must kill this person before executing our 'Super Storm Action Plan'."
"Maybe I will be killed by him." Ang Di slammed his fist on Wang Wei's photo.
"It seems that our information is wrong. We still don't know enough about the famous 'Jungle Iron Triangle' super assassination team created by Mr. Angdi and you, and our expectations are too high," Song Xinrui gradually revealed an embarrassment in his eyes.
of disappointment.
"What are you talking about!" Unexpectedly, Angdi roared, and Number One was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
"Then it depends on whether you can afford the big price." He shouted loudly and decisively. Due to the excitement, a piece of spit foam that lost control flew directly into Song Xinrui's mouth with his mouth wide open.
"No!" Song Xinrui didn't bother to wipe the smelly stuff from her mouth. When she heard this, she suddenly burst out laughing excitedly.
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
"Ten million." He offered a fixed price without gasping for air. After saying that, his two big eyes stared at No. 1 Song Xinrui.
"Thai coins?" Song Xinrui asked tentatively.
"US dollars." Angdi gestured.
"A bit too much." Song Xinrui continued to shake his head tentatively while staring at Ang Di opposite him.
"In your Chinese words: Money is more important than life. This Wang Wei is worth the price. As long as you can pay this price, I think you can still give it a try. Otherwise, please hire Gao Ming. Don't give it away!"
"Let me think."
In fact, this is the price that No. 1 Song Xinrui and his "Pengxiang Business Committee" could accept at the secret meeting in the ancient temple. If they want to truly and smoothly kill Wang Wei, who was born as a special forces king and now seems a bit unknown next to Xiong Yuanju,
Need this money.
But he deliberately showed an air of surprise and hesitation, playing hard to get, to prevent Angdi from taking advantage of the opportunity and the lion to open his mouth.
Unexpectedly, Ang Di was not in a hurry, and showed a more sinister look than he did, showing the presence of the old god.