"This number is only the deposit for one person. The other two need to be negotiated separately."
"Ah?!" This time it was No. 1's turn to be surprised.
Number One took several puffs of his cigar, blowing out heavy puffs of smoke, and glanced across the wood-carved face in front of him.
After a moment of pause, the hoarse voice continued:
"No, we packaged these three people together."
"Really? But we have our rules. Sometimes, the packaging is very good, you can buy one get one free, but more often, we have to separate the 'goods', such as these three you brought
photo."
"No, no, no!" No. 1 yelled a little impatiently, "This is unfair and we cannot accept it."
"In this case, I can only laugh. I'm sorry, Mr. Li." Ang Di shrugged his broad shoulders easily, expressing regret and indifference.
In fact, the big business in the underworld is not just No. 1 Song Xinrui from Pengcheng, far away in China. On this broken ship that seems to be about to sink at any time, customers from all over Southeast Asia come to talk to them every day.
Various flower businesses.
Of course, for "The First Assassin in Southeast Asia" there is always only one theme, and it can only be one:
Assassination!
As for No. 1 Song Xinrui, as a big shot in the "Pengxiang Business Committee", he has been entangled in all kinds of life-and-death underground business fights for almost his whole life. He has experienced all kinds of negotiation scenes, but he never expected that this Ang Di
However, in this big and dirty job, she really opened her lion-like mouth towards him. She had been a little jealous of this bastard before.
Angdi didn't look at him, lazily picked up the photo of Xiong Yuanju and his baby daughter Xiong Feier, looked at it for a few times, and then put it down.
Fei'er Xiong has a cute smile, she smiles very happily, very loli. There are two shallow beauty dimples on her face.
This is capital, and it is also the throat to seize the cruelty and big capital of No. 1.
It must be discussed separately!
"How about it, Mr. Li, have you thought about it?" Ang Di said coldly, "Should we talk about this business or not?"
"Talk." Song Xinrui gritted his teeth.
"Okay!" Angdi's big black palm, as thick as a bear's paw, slammed on the old table. "Mr. Li and your 'Business Bureau' are indeed extraordinary! I like it."
"Xiong Yuanju, how much does Mr. Angdi offer?"
"This is the number." Angdi reached out his hand casually and slapped him.
"Five million?"
"Haha," Ang Di laughed, "I need to fill in a zero."
"Five million yuan?"
"That's right."
"Where is this Xiong Feier?" No. 1 pointed his finger on the smiling face of Xiong Feier's photo, looking directly at the hateful Ang Di's flat face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"That's the same number." Ang Di stretched out his big palm lazily again and waved it in front of Song Xinrui, "That's fair."
"Taiguo coin?"
"US dollars."
"A bit too much."
"This is just my personal remuneration, plus 2.5 million to pay my associates' fees and other expenses."
“The price is simply exorbitant.”
"I don't like to sit on the ground and pay back money."
"Twenty million dollars is not a small amount of money."
"Retired special forces soldier Wang Wei is not only worth this price, not to mention who knows what kind of 'wet work' the action plan of your 'Commercial Bureau' organization is?"
"Deal." No. 1 Song Xinrui took a deep breath from his cigar, exhaled heavily, and his eyes shot out beams of fierce light like cobras.
He turned around and opened the flat safe he carried with him, pointing to the two layers of neatly arranged stacks of more than twenty stacks of U.S. dollar cash.
"This is half a million."
"There is still 19.5 million left." Angdi said calmly.
"I'll pay half by check tomorrow."
"Where's the other half of the balance?"
"Pay it all in one lump sum."
"Happy! Mr. Li." Angdi took out a piece of paper and said, "This is my Swiss bank account number."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Angdi." Song Xinrui said, frowned, stretched out his hand to take it, and put it in his pocket without looking at it. Damn it, it's a total of twenty million US dollars, but it's still bearable: "
I accept the price you proposed, but you haven't heard what our psychological expectations are yet."
"Okay, please tell me." Ang Di sneered slightly and looked at No. 1 in front of him: "As long as the price is okay, everything else is okay. Generally speaking, as long as I accept the deposit entrustment from the client, what kind of psychology will I have?
All expectations are acceptable. Let’s talk about it!”
"It's very simple: 1. Wang Wei, the first bidder, must die; 2, Xiong Yuanju, the second bidder, can die or live, you decide based on the conditions at the assassination site; 3, Xiong Feier must live, and we have a series of follow-up arrangements."
Number One's pair of small eyes flashed with a fierce light like a cobra, staring at Ang Di through the photochromic lens to see how the famous assassin in Southeast Asia would react.
"In other words, on the elimination list you issued, Wang Wei, the Chinese special forces soldier, is the one who must die."
"Yes."
"The second target: Xiong Yuanju, the head, chairman, and president of the Xiong Kingdom, is going to die, or - well, it's better to say that we can deal with this person flexibly at that time, either dead or alive, you all
Is it acceptable?"
"Yes."
"Very good. It seems that my understanding is as good as my execution, haha! I am proud of myself for being able to communicate with you so fluently without any obstacles!" Ang Di accepted the money and was naturally happy.
It was so cool that I made a little joke with No. 1 Song Xinrui.
"Then, I'm going to talk about the third target next, Fei'er Xiong, a pretty girl who looks pretty good. This girl can, uh no - must survive, is that right?"
"Yes!" No. 1's eyes flashed coldly behind the photochromic glasses.
"OK! No problem." Angdi agreed readily.
This is undoubtedly a natural super killer. His memory and retelling ability match his assassination ability very well. As Angdi said, there is no problem with their communication. It seems that his retelling has penetrated into the bone marrow. No wonder he can win
The reputation and reputation of "The First Assassin in Southeast Asia".
"Okay, now let's talk about the third question, which is also the last more difficult question."
"Speaking."
"Killing Wang Wei is our first wet job. After it is completed, you need to pay the remaining two million US dollars immediately."
"Can."
"Kill Xiong Yuanju or have him maimed and captured alive before you, you will also have to pay two million US dollars immediately."
"Can."
"When we capture Xiong Feier and hand it over to you, our deal will be considered complete, and you need to pay the balance of two million US dollars immediately. Am I right, am I right?" Ang Di smiled wisely,
Staring coldly at No. 1 Song Xinrui.
"Yes, that's it." Song Xinrui gritted his teeth and pressed most of the cigar in his hand to the old table. He nodded in approval.
"But what will you say if I miss?"
"No, Mr. Li. Please give yourself some confidence and give us justice. I am the number one assassin in Southeast Asia."
"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Angdi. After all, this is not a small business. We should make things clear."
"Easy to handle!" Angdi patted his hand on the safe: "If there is any mistake and the task is not completed, we will not accept a penny and will return it in full."
"Mr. Angdi, we are almost done with this big deal. I'm very happy." No. 1 Song Xinrui suddenly smiled inexplicably and grinned, "But from what I feel, the price you are asking for is really amazing.
, to kill a personal bodyguard of Xiong Yuanju in the island city, you dare to shout out such a big price, and the target is to go after me? Mr. Bin Laden."
"What?" Angdi also raised his generous black mouth in a friendly manner, and joked: "Repent? Do you want to tear up the contract that has not yet been concluded?"
"No, I'm very satisfied. Because there is no regret medicine in this world, nor is there a second jungle iron triangle or the number one assassin in Southeast Asia. But I am telling the truth. In China, it is called telling the truth. It is only between true friends.
There are some."
"Uh...that's good. I understand."
Angdi nodded, looking considerate, "Bin Laden is just a terrible terrorist. To Americans, he is a big shot and a big scourge. He can hijack a plane and crash it into the Twin Towers, instantly killing thousands of people."
Life disappeared, and I admire this guy very much. But when it comes to being difficult to deal with, special warfare qualities, and a person's miraculous ability and strength in individual combat, this Wang Wei may be even better than him."
"oh?"
No. 1 was stunned, Wei Wei felt a little surprised and surprised.
He didn't expect that an omnipotent, fearless guy who was invincible in many countries in Southeast Asia, the head of the Jungle Iron Triangle's "Super Assassination Team" would actually hide such a terrible difference in his heart, such an alternative reality.
Opinion. It seems that he is the only one who wants to kill Wang Wei.
Thinking of this, No. 1 put down his body for the first time and ever since he entered this small, dirty captain's cabin that was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and a strange smell, he has been deliberately acting pretentious and taking the initiative.
He stretched out a big hand towards his partner opposite.
Angdi smiled and immediately responded enthusiastically, catching the hand that gave the money.
"Now, I want to have a drink," Song Xinrui smiled slightly, reached for the wine bottle and said "dong dong dong" unceremoniously. Gu Zi poured two cups, picked up one himself, and pushed the other cup in front of Ang Di, "Why?
So, can we close the deal?" No. 1 asked with a smile.
Angdi was very pleased to pat the flat safe that No. 1 brought to him in person. It contained dazzling blue U.S. dollars.
"make a deal!"
"A deal?"
“It’s a deal!”
The two laughed loudly and drank from their glasses.
At this point, the "Super Storm Action Plan" proposed by the Pengxiang Business Committee has been recognized by the owner of this broken ship.
Ang's somewhat exaggerated and unrestrained behavior indicates that the famous "Number One Assassin in Southeast Asia" will aim his gun at the head of Wang Wei, who still knows nothing about it. There are also Xiong Yuanju and Xiong Feier.
.
"There is one more thing, a small technical issue that needs to be discussed clearly."
"What is it?"
"When will you and your accomplices leave?" No. 1 asked.
"I'll leave as soon as the remaining US dollars enter my bank account." Angdi picked up the flat safe and stood up.
"May God be with you." Number One also slowly stood up.
"I believe in Bodhisattva." Angdi clasped his hands together devoutly.
"Amitabha." Looking at Ang Di's greedy eyes, No. 1 Song Xinrui cursed secretly, "I hope this bastard won't be killed by the 'Full Blood God of War'."