"See...... See me?"

"Yes, that's right! Our boss wants to meet you and make friends with you! Maybe we can work together in the future! Let's go, Mr. Long!"

Xiao Feng held a nervous mood, and reluctantly followed the bearded men of the two Arab nationalities to the house in the courtyard.

Small, didn't you expect to be fooled by me so brainless?

As soon as he pushed open the 'door' of the house, the situation inside was all in Xiao Feng's eyes. The outermost part of the house was clearly a living room, and although everything was very sloppy, it was about thirty square meters wide.

There weren't too many furnishings in the living room, just a table and a few mats. On the mat, sloppy and lazily against the wall lay five or six men with AK-47 assault rifles in their arms. Among them, there are Arabs with white headbands, Europeans with hooked noses and blue eyes, and of course, Asians with black hair and yellow skin.

But obviously, these guys are not the opponents that Xiao Feng is looking for! Because of these guys' skills, it is obvious that they can't be his opponents at all!

"Mr. Long, please!"

The man who led the way made a gesture of respect, and motioned for Xiao Feng to follow him into the room inside.

Entering the room inside, sure enough, the murderous aura inside became thicker. In this room, only a cold-faced man about twenty-seven or eighteen years old sat in the corner of the wall. The man seemed to be just an ice sculpture! The cold aura emanating from him would definitely make anyone in the house outside crush their minds as soon as they approached the man.

The man who took the lead suddenly nodded his head, and after getting the tacit approval of the ice-carved man, he uncovered the original wooden cover next to the man, and 'exposed' the exit of a 'hole' in the ground.

The man's eyes seemed to be two extremely sharp knives, looking at the person, the chill seemed to be scraping the bones.

But he still didn't see any clues, because Xiao Feng's disguise was really to the point of being wonderful. The man quickly leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes to recuperate. This kind of person, he can even look without eyes at all, just by feeling, he can feel the aura of the people passing by around him.

It is a kind of mystery that comes from breathing, footsteps, and even every move that is 'exposed'!

Xiao Feng didn't dare to be careless, he immediately held his breath, exhaled with the weakest breath, followed the man with a pace that seemed to be casual but had reduced a lot of strength, and walked into the 'hole' on the ground.

There is a wooden ladder in the 'hole' in the ground, and from the wooden ladder comes down, and inside, there are several brightly lit basements!

"Mr. Long, it's a pleasure to meet you!Come, please take a seat!" In the current basement, on the sofa chair against the wall, sat a European soldier about thirty years old, and it was obvious that he had a welcoming attitude towards Xiao Feng's arrival.

It's just that his welcoming gesture is full of a strange cold atmosphere!

At least, Xiao Feng can be sure that he is at least a killer at the level of the ground name! Because Xiao Feng has had the honor of 'fighting' with the master of the number of places! He is very familiar with the aura that emanates from this guy. And the one guarding above is at least a top master at the Qianzi level!

And around this hall, there were also six guys who were also at least the top masters of the Qianzi level! One by one, they all stood 'upright' like stone sculptures, and their eyes were all focused on Xiao Feng in unison.

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, looked at it with fear, and nodded flatteringly: "You...... Hello, I don't know, you're ......."

"Oh, hehe, you can just call me Patton, yes, that's right, Mr. Long, can we 'make' friends? I mean, if I'm interested in your arms!" he said, standing up, stretching out his right hand and smiling.

"Oh, Mr. Barton, you...... Hello!"

As soon as he shook his hand, the hand of the self-proclaimed "Barton" who was as cold as a chain of hell tightened.

"Ahh......h Pain!, Mr. Barton...... Mr. Patton spared his life......"

Barton laughed proudly, and suddenly looked at Xiao Feng with contempt. He let go of his hand, and two sharp cold flashes suddenly burst out of his eyes, and said, "Okay, Mr. Long, come, please take a seat! I think, we should be friends now, right?"

"Yes...... It's ......" To tell the truth, Xiao Feng really endured it, and secretly scolded this kid in his heart, grandma, when did I pretend to be so cowardly?

The Arab man who led the way down reluctantly retreated, and a cold-faced man like a stone sculpture on the side brought a wooden chair and placed it behind Xiao Feng. Taking the opportunity to sit down, his eyes glanced at the room inside, and when he landed, he couldn't help but mention it in his heart!

It's Diana!

Sure enough, she was now inside, her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was sealed by a mass of white 'colored' cloth!

But fortunately, Xiao Feng finally put down the big stone in his heart. At least, these crazy guys haven't done anything to her!

Obviously, Diana also saw Xiao Feng at this time, this man who was so important in her heart! Her gaze instantly revealed a mixture of affection and worry......

"Hehe, Mr. Long, I heard that you can get a lot of really first-class munitions? uh, is that true?" asked Patton with a friendly smile.

In his hand, he was holding the Israeli Desert Eagle pistol that the guy had 'handed over' to him. Although, obviously, his attention was not on this pistol.

Because, for their kind of people, the pistol has become a toy that can only be taken out by children to play with!

At the mention of this gun, Xiao Feng suddenly 'revealed' a proud look, patted his 'chest' and swore solemnly: "Of course! Mr. Patton, if you want to talk about other things, when it comes to engaging in such arms, this is simply a very easy matter! Really, I dare to swear to God, there is no arms in this world that I can't get! Uh, of course, a big guy like a warship, I may not be able to get it, but when it comes to guns, I want to admit the second, and no one dares to admit the first!"

Barton smiled slightly, stood up again, wandered a few steps, suddenly stopped, and said, "I heard that the boss behind your scenes is still Mr. George, who is known as the 'No. 1 arms tycoon in New York'?