The bar has returned to the hustle and bustle, and the guard at the door is still wandering around with his automatic rifle in such a nonchalant manner.,:. Ordinary people will never approach this bar with a gangster background. They are responsible for it from a distance. The supporting mines and others were still quietly guarding in the dark.

No one noticed that just now, a battle broke out in this seemingly bustling bar. Thirteen E-Ross agents were stabbed into a hornet's nest. This place was like the mouth of a huge monster. Anyone who entered would be killed. Isolated immediately.

The floor was mopped again with a mop filled with water, and the traces of blood on the floor were carefully scrubbed clean by the waiter. There was no need to even spray some perfume to cover up the smell of blood in the air, just the strong smell of perfume on the women could cover it up. Live everything.

Today, in this bar, everyone is a deadly killer. Whether it is a young and voluptuous dancing girl wearing very little clothing, or a DJ who keeps flipping dishes, you can find them with just a search on their bodies. Lethal weapons came out. The feast began again, and people fell into the frenzy of music. The reception prepared for the agents had come to an end, and the noise here was no different from usual.

In a lounge on the second floor, Nighthawk was escorted here by six muscular thugs. One of them, who seemed to be a very smart guy, carefully searched Nighthawk's body up and down to make sure he didn't carry anything. Weapon, then he nodded and confirmed to the boss-looking guy standing next to Leng Feng.

The boss nodded to the strong man, and they asked Nighthawk to stand in the center of the room. Lengfeng was sitting next to a huge front glass. This is a single-sided glass, and you can clearly see the outside from the inside. But from one side From the perspective of the building, this glass is just a wall.

Lengfeng held a glass of carefully prepared martini in his hand, swirling the colorful shadows in the glass, and nodded towards Nighthawk with a smile: "This is our first meeting, are you satisfied with my hospitality?"

Nighthawk looked around. It was a small room, but he couldn't see what the walls of the room looked like. There were more than twenty bodyguards standing densely around the wall, with the muzzles of their guns pointing straight at them. Nighthawk seemed to know that Nighthawk was very powerful and was afraid that he would strike back.

"Yes, it's very lively, but the air here is a bit not so good." Nighthawk gestured with his fingers in the air and chuckled.

Lengfeng smiled sarcastically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Nighthawk, you are the king among Chinese agents, and I heard that your skills are even more impressive. How many ace spies and special forces have fallen into your hands, this is just the most basic security measure. .”

"But do you think that with so many people standing next to us, you can still say some things?" Nighthawk blinked at the cold wind. The two of them were like the closest old friends, with only a hidden meaning in each of their eyes. The secret they just knew.

Lengfeng nodded solemnly and said with a serious expression: "Mr. Nighthawk's reminder is very correct. It was my negligence."

He snapped his fingers and said something in Mandarin to the boss standing next to him. The boss obviously looked a little embarrassed, but looking at the firm smile on the corner of Leng Feng's mouth, he still nodded in surrender. Then he looked towards The strong men in the room waved and filed out. Before leaving the door, the boss glared at Nighthawk, as if giving him a warning with his eyes.

Nighthawk spread his hands indifferently, which means that this is an order from your boss and has nothing to do with me.

The door was closed, and the thick soundproof door completely cut off the connection between the outside and the inside. Now it is so quiet that only the breathing of two people can be heard. Outside the glass window, people on the first floor are still immersed in dancing. From this From the room, they looked like a group of clowns performing some kind of pantomime, which looked very absurd.

"As you wish, Mr. Nighthawk, there is no one on this floor now. It is very quiet. There are no monitoring facilities here and no one will disturb you. It can be said that this is the safest place in the world." Lengfeng spread his hands. , pointing to a sofa for Nighthawk to sit down.

"Oh, is it true?" Nighthawk did not sit down, but looked at Lengfeng with penetrating eyes: "If you let all the men go, you are not afraid that I will catch you now and then take you directly. Take it away? With my means, you know this is entirely possible."

"Under the current circumstances, if Mr. Nighthawk wants to leave, I am sure no one can stop you. With Mr. Nighthawk's caution, there must be support outside this bar, right?" Lengfeng took a sip of wine and smiled. Watching the nighthawks.

"But it is absolutely impossible for Mr. Nighthawk to take me away from here." Lengfeng's eyes suddenly looked at Nighthawk, and there was cunning in his affirmation.

"Oh? Then give me a reason why I can never take you away?" Nighthawk had narrowed his eyes, and there was a murderous aura all over his body.

"It's very simple. Of course, Sergey's e-Ross agent Mr. Nighthawk won't take it to heart. But there is also a very important friend in your heart who is also in my hands. If I remember correctly, that guy should be called Yasha Bar."

Nighthawk frowned tightly, but Leng Feng pretended not to notice and continued: "Mr. Nighthawk is a man who cares deeply about the lives of his comrades and will never abandon any of his comrades. What's more, you are not completely sure either. Get me out of here safely so you don't make this very stupid decision."

Nighthawk stared at Lengfeng, but after Lengfeng finished speaking, he continued to drink his wine as if nothing happened. His eyes fearlessly looked at Nighthawk, and he seemed to be observing Nighthawk's emotional fluctuations, completely ignoring Nighthawk. The eyes of an eagle can kill.

"Okay, you win." Nighthawk spread his hands and shook his head with a helpless smile: "You are really a devil, you understand people's hearts too deeply. Okay, I admit it, I will not abandon you. comrades and then take away yours."

Lengfeng nodded with satisfaction, but then shook his head and said: "But I am not a devil, but before you came here, I searched each of you very carefully. I must understand what you are thinking, so that I can He is a future partner who respects me."

"Partner?" Nighthawk said mockingly: "A partner held at gunpoint? What a great irony."

"I have already said that since you are very uncontrollable and my life is always under threat, these security measures are necessary. If Mr. Nighthawk is still willing, we can continue the conversation from the previous phone call." Leng Feng. He looks calm and composed. Judging from his expression, it means that he is sure to eat Nighthawk.

Nighthawk sat on the sofa unceremoniously. In the dark corner, the cold wind could not see his expression clearly: "It seems that I have no choice. If we don't reach an agreement, it seems that I can't get out of here alive today." Already…”

Lengfeng laughed: "Of course this is impossible, if there is no substantial progress in what we talked about today. Then Mr. Nighthawk, if you leave here with your comrades, we may never meet again in this life, but what about your secret? , I’m sorry, I will sell it to other people who need it.”

The cold wind had the upper hand from beginning to end, stepping firmly on Nighthawk's head. Talking to him gave me a strong sense of oppression. Nighthawk had already had hundreds of reversal thoughts in his mind, but they were always shattered by the strong force of the cold wind. .

"Now, I want to know, what kind of reward will I get if I re-sell the stolen secret to you?" Lengfeng drank the remaining wine lightly, his eyes firmly locked on the person in the shadow. Nightjar.

"This is really a very unspeakable problem. A thief entered your home and stole important things. Then he pointed a gun at the owner's head and asked me to pay to buy back the stolen things. It's really Very funny." Nighthawk said.

"But you have to take back the things I stole even if you lose everything, because if the thief doesn't get any benefits, he will immediately change hands in exchange for a better future." Leng Feng did not feel ashamed at all. Meaning, greeting the nighthawk with a smile.

Nighthawk felt like he was about to vomit blood. This scoundrel was so shameless. But just like Leng Feng said, he had to 'spend' money to buy back this information. The stolen secret was too important. Well, even the head of the central government intervened.

Director Niu even ordered him to retrieve the information at all costs. Nighthawk was silent for a moment and said to Lengfeng: "I can't make the decision. I need to call back for instructions."

Lengfeng casually threw a huge satellite phone to Nighthawk: "Call, this is the signal of the United States. If you want to track it, your people will only track it to the White House Office of the United States."

Nighthawk cursed this guy's shamelessness in his heart and dialed Director Niu's phone number. He reported the general situation to Director Niu. To Nighthawk's surprise, Director Niu agreed to all the requests without any hesitation. .

Nighthawk asked Lengfeng: "What do you want, tell me."

"One billion US dollars, put them into these twenty accounts respectively. I don't need to trouble you for anything else." Lengfeng handed another piece of paper to Nighthawk, which recorded the accounts of twenty different countries. Nighthawk It can be seen at a glance that these are private bank accounts. Even if it takes a lifetime, you can't even try to trace the whereabouts of the money.

Nighthawk told Director Niu about Leng Feng's request, and Director Niu said very readily that it would be completed within three hours, and just asked Leng Feng to 'hand over' the information.

After hanging up the phone, Nighthawk felt that he had completely failed this time. He had never failed like this in his life, and he actually lost in this silent but very dangerous battle.

Three hours later, Leng Feng's twenty accounts had an extra billion dollars in income. He closed the notebook with a smile and smiled at Nighthawk: "It's a pleasure to cooperate. What you want will be delivered tonight." 'For you."

"Why should I believe you?" Nighthawk asked with a frown.

"Because I'm still afraid that a powerful country will keep looking for me for the rest of my life. I just want to be a rich man in my lower body." Leng Feng smiled slyly.

"Last question, is what I see now your true face?" Nighthawk asked.

Leng Feng blinked slyly: "Just think of this face as my true face. In this way, everyone will be quiet."
Chapter completed!