The cancer tissue is gone.

This organization, which once set off earth-shattering waves around the world, disappeared silently, I don't know how many people in the dark world were scared, and the reputation of the forbidden land of Chinese mercenaries rose again.

But none of this has anything to do with Ye Fan.

He was sitting behind the counter of a small hotel in Barbera, one of the focal points of war in the Middle East.

The inn was in a dilapidated state, one of the two wooden doors was full of holes, and burns could be seen around the holes, while the other was dangling on the ground, leaving only a screw snap stuck in the door frame, and the counter was clean, except that the top was painted like a piece of dehaired fur.

Ye Fan sat behind the counter, boredly playing with the lighter in his hand, occasionally looking up at the tattered pickup truck whizzing by outside the door from time to time, whether it was a squeaky freedom fighter or something else.

Ye Fan has always thought that this place is very strange, everyone seems to have ambitions that do not match their own strength, and they are selfish and unscrupulous, there is nothing they dare not do.

If you want to make these people honest, the only way is to subdue them, and they dare not raise their heads, squeak, or be disrespectful.

The current small inn Ye Fan got it through this means.

Bang bang bang.

The counter was knocked, Ye Fan raised his eyelids, and standing outside the counter was a white strong man about two meters tall in a camouflage uniform, and he was also holding a *** in his hand.

Such costumes are common in this city, and it would be strange if a person came out without a gun in his hand.

"Staying in the hotel?" Ye Fan asked, with a slight interest in his eyes.

The man took out a fifty dollar and put it on the counter and pushed it in front of Ye Fan, "Three days." ”

"Not enough. Ye Fan shook his head and held up a finger, "It's only enough for one day." ”

Di Fan frowned, "It wasn't like this before. ”

"I can guarantee absolute safety at the hostel. Ye Fan said lightly: "If you don't think it's worth it, then I can't help it." ”

Guaranteed absolute safety?

Di Fan wanted to laugh a little.

What is this place? Barbera, the source of chaos.

This city is home to half of the world's careerists, executioners, violent maniacs, elite mercenaries, spies, agents, life and death, blood and fire are the main theme of the city, where it comes from and what is absolutely safe.

Not to mention......

Di Fan looked Ye Fan up and down, a thin Asian actually boasted that Haikou could guarantee absolute safety, why did he want to laugh so much?

"Boy, two days. "Difan bargained.

Ye Fan shook his head.

Di Fan pondered for a while, walked a few steps towards the door, and saw that Ye Fan was unmoved, and immediately said helplessly: "Brother, you won, I want two days." ”

"There is not enough money. Ye Fan said lightly.

"Shet. Di Fan took out another fifty sheet and handed it to Ye Fan, "Brother, I am very kind, if that guy from the bobcat comes, you will definitely be beaten." ”

Ye Fan smiled when he heard this, "Don't worry, it's definitely not me who is unlucky, let's go, I'll take you to your room." ”

There are more than a dozen rooms on the second floor of the small hotel, Ye Fan's generous Di Fan chose the room, which caused Di Fan to mutter, if he didn't spend all the money, he wouldn't choose Ye Fan's small hotel, the room was very broken, there was no air conditioning and no TV, so the business would be over sooner or later.

Ye Fan turned a deaf ear, waited for Di Fan to choose a room, and directly threw down the key and left.

"Wait, man, what time is dinner? I'm almost hungry. Di Fan shouted loudly.

Ye Fan just didn't hear it, what kind of joke, he is a hotel, not a hotel, let alone a restaurant.

"Hey, man, don't do that, I'll pay for it, I promise, how about thirty a day? Di Fan chased Ye Fan and chattered until he went downstairs.

At this time, a young man rushed in outside the door, with a yellow, blue and white chicken nest on his head, and when he saw Ye Fan, he seemed to see a savior.

"Boss, your stuff was stopped at the end of the street by the tart tape man, and he wants you to bring four thousand dollars to ransom it, or he will smash it all. The guy shouted hurriedly at Ye Fan.

Well.

Ye Fan frowned, he had also heard that he was a bully on this street, and it could be said that as long as he had money, he would do anything.

However, he was a little inconsiderate, and the equipment sent from China was worth a lot of money at a glance, and it was no wonder that the tart card lion opened his mouth.

"Boss, let's hurry up and get the money, otherwise the tart card will definitely be sold to someone else." "The guy was in a hurry.

Ye Fan smiled and asked, "Are you sure the thing is at the end of the street?"

"Yes, boss, Tart Ka doesn't dare to go to other neighborhoods and do whatever he wants. The young man was flustered, but he still answered.

Ye Fan nodded, and asked Di Fan in the young man's stunned eyes, "How about giving me a job?" ”

"Hey. Di Fan smiled and lit a cigarette, "Man, you can find the right person, my fee is not low." ”

"Cut. Ye Fan raised his middle finger towards Di Fan, "Do it or not, in a word." ”

"Well, that's my cheapest business. Di Fan reluctantly agreed, his stomach was still rebelling.

At the moment when his words fell, Ye Fan suddenly took two steps forward, and before the guy could react, a cold blade slashed through his throat, and soon blood spurted out, and Ye Fan had already retreated to his original position.

"Wow, wow. ”

Di Fan's eyes were full of amazement, and he applauded: "Boss, I now kind of believe your words before that you promised to be absolutely safe." ”

As the so-called connoisseur knows if there is one as soon as he makes a move, he can also easily kill the guy when he makes a move, but he definitely can't do Ye Fan like this, as if everything happened naturally.

"Still. After applauding, Di Fan frowned and asked, "He, isn't he your employee? Even if he wants to trick you into making some money, he won't kill him." ”

Ye Fan kicked the body of the young man who was about to fall out of the door with a light kick, and said coldly: "No, I'm curious about what you have survived by now, you are not a qualified mercenary." ”

"Of course. Di Fan shrugged, "Qualified mercenaries won't accept cheap hire from you. ”

"That's right. ”

Ye Fan nodded, "But you made a mistake, the reward I gave you is not cheap." ”

"Okay, and then?" said Di Fan, his right hand already touching the bulge around his waist.

"All my cash was four thousand dollars, and he happened to see it, and besides, my stuff couldn't get through the back of the street, and the street was the best route. ”

Ye Fan said and looked at Di Fan, "Finally, near the end of the street is the place where a group of people in Tartka dumped their bodies after killing people, and the locals know that he is also a local." ”