A few meters away from the back door of the small hotel was a stinking public toilet. After entering the door, the old man who picked up garbage became much more flexible and he flashed in.

The worn-out clothes covered in stains were quickly taken off, and the man changed his clothes in a short time.

The colorful beach pants are covered with a pair of black flip flops under their feet, and the upper body is also a floral T-shirt. They look like a tourist.

And the man rubbed his chest twice and then opened the skin on his chest.

It looks scary, but Zhao Fan has already expected it.

The skin was constantly uncovered and pulled off, and the man was wrapped around his head to his chest, which was a complete face mold.

It was not until the oriental face mold was taken off that Zhao Fan discovered that this person was not actually a Chinese, but a bald white man who looked slightly thin.

After doing this, the man took out a small cross-body backpack from the snakeskin bag and was slaughtered, then stuffed a keychain-sized thing into the beach pants pocket, and swaggered into the hotel.

Behind the dirty counter of the hotel was a middle-aged man with a big belly, with a bald head, holding a book called "Men's Clothing", showing a wretched smile while watching.

When I saw this person appear, I didn’t have any unnecessary expression. I just looked up slightly and lowered my head soon.

Seeing the man climbing the stairs, the middle-aged man shook his head disdainfully and muttered a few words in a low voice.

In the eyes of most people, foreigners should be relatively rich, and it is not to mention that they can travel to China for tourism.

This guy has been open in this small hotel for a while, and it is really the first time he has received foreign guests. When these people came a few days ago, he was really excited.

But gradually, he looked down on these people a little.

She was dressed in a fancy way, wearing gold and silver, but she lived in the cheapest hotel. Thinking that the ratio of men and women was already imbalanced, several girls who were dreaming of going abroad were going to be deceived. This single dog was even full of hostility towards this group of foreigners.

"Lawrence, why are you back?"

After the bald white man knocked on the door at a specific rhythm, the people in the room put away their loaded pistols and quickly opened the door and greeted him in.

"He was the only one who came out and went back before he got in the car. I don't know if he felt something. If a person like him appears twice in front of him, it will definitely arouse his alertness."

The white man named Lawrence picked up a bottle of water and poured half of it, then shook his head and said.

"His car is still there. If it doesn't work, I can only wait until he sets off before starting."

A man next to the window looked at the direction of the Westin hotel parking lot with his look glasses in his hand, and spoke with his back to them.

At this moment, several people heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. One of them waved his hand, and several people quickly closed their mouths and listened to the movement outside.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the expressions of the few people changed slightly. They quickly picked up the gun at hand and pointed it into the direction of the door.

The door was knocked at a specific rhythm, and the people in the room were a little confused. They looked at each other in surprise, and were a little confused.

Aren't our people all here?

Why do people knock on the door with a secret code?

However, this kind of doubt only took less than a second. Just as the few people looked at each other, the door was kicked open.

Several people breathed stagnantly, and their fingers subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The soundless pistol made a puff sound, but it all hit the space. A figure rushed into the room the moment the door opened. Before the few people could even see the appearance of the visitor, they fell to the ground one by one.

These people were much weaker than Zhao Fan thought. Five bullets were fired, but none of them hit him.

The hand shook, and the long needle twisted on the fingertips disappeared. He turned around leisurely and closed the hotel door. Then he dragged a chair and sat in front of the people with a golden knife, looking at them calmly.

Stark's reputation in the dark world is actually no smaller than Zhao Fan.

This man had a strong family background from the beginning because he was a weapon dealer.

In the eyes of many people, selling weapons should only be considered his side job.

Seriously speaking, he should be considered a weapon inventor, an extremely crazy weapon inventor.

The story is somewhat like some movie plots. A glamorous weapon merchant began to develop a weapon that shocked the world and began to move towards biological and chemical weapons. Then, in a daze, he began to use living people to test it. In the end, the conspiracy was exposed, he was disgraced and was arrested and imprisoned.

As a weapon merchant, there is no need to question his strength. His loyal subordinates rescued him in the craziest way and then took him to the extremely chaotic dark world.

Since the ideal has not been realized, Comrade Stark naturally would not give up like this. In his opinion, developing powerful weapons is to strengthen his country. Now he is like a stray dog ​​because of this, and he has no good feelings for his motherland.

This man relied on the number of people and guns, and even robbed a piece of land and claimed to establish a country.

Of course, the country he established did not even know even the name of it, and it was wiped out by several Western countries that fought for resources.

After the wealth of thousands of families was burned, the man became low-key. After hiding his identity, he accumulated wealth in the form of mercenaries, and then he worked tirelessly to continue to study his biological and chemical weapons.

Zhao Fan faced this Gu power because of a mission.

This man is thief and continues to use living people as experiments. Anyway, there are so many people in the war-torn areas, and no one will care about the missing few people, so it is like a fish in water.

So after his subordinates robbed a tourist group, they also caught the people in the tourist group and gave them to him for experiments.

Among this group of people is a prince and princess from a small Eastern European country.

The commission is not low, and rescuing hostages is also Zhao Fan's strength, so he naturally took this task down.

The rescue process was not as difficult as expected. It bombed several of their houses and diverted their attention, killed some people, and rescued them easily.

Then the revenge was formed.

This man caused him trouble again and again, which annoyed him. He led the team to work hard and beat their headquarters deep in the desert to the sky.

From then on, this man disappeared and searched for traces.

Zhao Fan always thought he was dead, but he didn't know that in less than a year, his people appeared in front of him again. He even figured out his routine and created something like sonar equipment. If it weren't for the existence of the nameless martial arts, he would have almost died at the hands of this person.

The dilapidated air conditioner of the hotel made a roar, and the cooling effect could only be said to be better than nothing, but the few people lying on the ground felt very cold.

Since it was for Zhao Fan, they had already mastered Zhao Fan's appearance. The moment they saw his appearance clearly, the hearts of these people had fallen to the bottom.

They didn't know how Zhao Fan did it. Now they didn't even have the strength to do it, and they couldn't even scream. If it were any torture, they would have the confidence to withstand it, but the situation is too strange now.

Perhaps only God can do it?

Several people heard Zhao Fan's name Anusby, and their hearts trembled violently. Sweat dripped on their foreheads on the dusty concrete floor. The eyes of Zhao Fan were already filled with fear.

Zhao Fan was not in a hurry to do the most. He lit a cigarette and held it in his hand. He looked at them calmly for almost a minute before he slowly walked to the person closest to him.

"Can you tell me where Stark is now?"

The strong white man in front of him breathed rapidly. He opened his mouth several times, but could not make any sound. After a slight flash of eyes, he began to nod hard again. Zhao Fan's technique was too terrifying. Even if he used all his strength, his head would only dodge twice.

"I'm really bored, I'm so timid."

Zhao Fan chuckled, reached out and pointed his finger at the man's chest.

"ah……"

As he felt like his whole body was loose, the man grew up his mouth.

It's a bit funny. They came to kill people, but now they have to shout for help to save their lives.

But Zhao Fan did not let him shout out. The short shouting was still brewing in his throat, and his neck was tightly pinched by a hand like a clamp.

The expected torture was not exerted on him. All he heard was a light crack. He could not breathe at all and scratched his hands in his throat. His feet frantically bounced for nearly half a minute before he collapsed on the ground weakly.

The room was not big, so the dead man's eyes were just in front of the few remaining people.

There were many people they had killed, but looking at the terrifying appearance of the corpse in front of them, I felt like my heart was tightly grabbed by one hand, and breathing was extremely difficult.

Zhao Fan did not waste time on the person who had become a corpse, and soon stepped forward to the next person, grinned, and his mouth was covered with white teeth like sharp weapons, flashing with cold light.

"explain!"

The man in front of him trembled in his heart, then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.

Zhao Fan did not waste even a second of time, but directly cut off the man's neck and turned around and looked at the remaining people.

The smell of stench spread in the room where there was already a musty smell. The water stains under the remaining three people sitting by the wall fused into a stream, rushing around the potholes.

Zhao Fan strangled another one to death, and the remaining two people were completely collapsed and finally spoke in great fear.

He got two messages.

First, the Qin family's affairs were indeed arranged by Stark, and it was really for him. As for why he used such a troublesome method, these people just obeyed the orders, and they didn't know the reason.

Second, in addition to his previous hatred, Stark's reason for dealing with him this time was that he accepted the commission from a person of unknown origin. The news was not particularly accurate, but they were forced by Zhao Fan and had no choice but to tell a few clues.

The most important thing is that Zhao Fan confirmed that the ten people in this group really arrived in China more than two months ago. Every formal step was carried out strictly in accordance with Stark's instructions, and even when the news of the B International Investment Promotion Conference appeared, they realized that they were going to deal with Zhao Fan.

"Can you really know if you are not sure?"

After solving the last two people casually, Zhao Fan quietly jumped down from the third floor, and the doubts in his heart could not be answered.
Chapter completed!