Third, there are a lot of things today, and they are all over in one go.

When the people of the Han Feng mercenaries arrived, the five of them stood in front of Ye Haodong, and the old Maozi soldiers of Yishui were born. What are they called, what are they called, Ye Haodong can't remember their names, everyone gave a commission of five thousand dollars on the spot, although he is the behind-the-scenes boss of the mercenary group, but he wants the donkey to pull the mill and not feed the donkey, there is no such reason in the world. Ye Haodong always said that being rich is not about how much you make, but how much you spend. The money earned lying in the bank represents the number, and it is called money after it is spent to buy what you need. Whether you're buying connections, loyalty, or investing in a property. Du Yuesheng said that every dollar spent must produce the effect of ten yuan, which is the master of spending money. That's it.

Eight days later, night.

Yang Junhu meditates alone in the living room. The five mercenaries took turns keeping vigil in five shifts.

The three ninjas quickly came to the outside of the glass window in the living room, and one of them took out a special compass knife for blast-proof glass, and quietly cut a small circular hole in the glass, the man used a suction cup to suck the glass away, and then reached out along the small hole to open the floor-to-ceiling window in the room. Huzi hid in a place where the moonlight could not shine and watched quietly.

Three ninjas, one left behind, and the other two flashed into the house. Torako adjusted her breathing to the rhythm of her breath and quietly walked behind the two ninjas with her intentionally invisible body. Under the moonlight, his tall shadow completely covered the shadows of the two ninjas, and the two ninjas turned around like frightened cobras after encountering the cobra queen, and the silver light flashed, and one of the ninjas turned around and pulled out a small knife that was close to his body, stabbing Yang Junhu's heart. Yang Junhu reached out and grabbed the blade of Xiao Taidao with his thumb and index finger when he was old. With a slight force, the small knife was broken, and the tip of Yang Junhu's knife wiped the neck of the ninja who was still on the handle of the knife without stopping. At this moment, the surviving ninja suddenly flipped backwards, threw down the corpse of his companion and wanted to leave. Yang Junhu tapped his toes on the ground, his body surged forward, and he rushed out from the open floor-to-ceiling window first. The ninja who was letting out the wind outside also noticed the change in the room just now, and he only had time to draw his sword before he met Yang Junhu who rushed out. This ninja slashed Yang Junhu's shoulder and neck with a 'reverse slash technique' in the Beichen Stream. Yang Junhu didn't retreat or hide, his body moved forward quickly, and before the blade slashed into his neck, he was almost face-to-face with the ninja. Yang Junhu's knee lifted and slammed into the ninja's lower body, and Yang Junhu's hand also pinched the man's mouth. The ninja died before he could make a sound. The ninja in the room had already drawn his long knife and slashed the back of the tiger's head from behind. Torako turned around sharply, dodging the knife at the same time, the ninja in his hand was used as a weapon by him, swept on the shoulder of the ninja behind him, and with a bang, the ninja was swept away by this blow. Torako stepped forward and stepped on the back of the ninja's spine with lightning speed. With a slight exertion of his feet, the ninja's vertebrae broke under stress.

In the morning, when Ye Haodong woke up, the living room had been cleaned up. Torako ordered the mercenaries to dig a large pit in the basement of the house and bury the bodies of the three ninjas inside. Su Wantong went to the mine, Ye Haodong slept soundly alone last night, and the fragrance of the red dragon had a good calming effect. After waking up, I listened to the bodyguards report about the guests who came last night. Ye Haodong remembered Wei Xiaobao and the corpse powder, and ordered: "Get a big vat of strong sulfuric acid back, dig up the basement for a while, pour the strong acid into it, and then bury it deeply." ”

This was the first wave of assassinations.

Then the next night came Stuza. To say that it is still the people of the United States, they are above board. At four o'clock in the morning, Stuza came to the back wall of the villa, holding a submachine gun that fired grenades and a dozen grenades hanging from his body. At the same time, three mercenaries stood out from the top of the wall and pointed their guns at him. The person holding his hand behind him was also a white mercenary, an opponent of this level, and it was not worth the tiger's attack. Ye Haodong and Yang Junhu didn't sleep, Stuza was taken to the living room, Ye Haodong was going to interrogate this guy well, but in the whole villa, the tiger with the best English would only say a few words of hello goodbye or something like that. I had to tie this guy up and throw it into the basement first.

Two days later, a third wave of assassinations came.

This time it's still the Riley Killer Group. It's still four o'clock in the morning, and Scott. Two other members of Lee's group followed the transmitter on Stuza's body to the outside of the villa. They also failed to avoid the eyes and ears of the tiger. Now Huzi Ji Sichen's ability to keep vigil is getting bigger and bigger, and his ears and eyes are sensitive enough to cover a radius of fifty meters from the entire villa. As soon as the two killers approached the villa, they were captured by a team of five mercenaries, and a new man was added to the basement.

Ye Haodong has recently fallen in love with the Internet. The Su family took care of the mine, and the trade with China was handed over to Pengcheng Trade and Liu Jiasheng. He spends his days at home playing computer games. This kind of otaku life makes the two major organizations that have bad intentions towards him want to attack him, and the only way to do it is to knock on the door.

So, three days later, the fourth wave came.

This time it's the little devils. On a dark and windy night, more than a dozen ninjas came, all wearing gas masks, and the yard was filled with white mist released by vaporized ether bombs. Ye Haodong quietly watched the lively scene in the courtyard from the window on the third floor. Huzi didn't wear any protective gear, he held his breath with the method of fetal breathing, and his body passed through the white mist like lightning, and several mercenaries skillfully put on gas masks. Five people held guns and waited quietly for Huzi's signal. Huzi walked through the white mist, and every time he passed by, he only stretched out his finger to lightly break through the other's gas mask, and under the cover of the white fog and night, his figure was as fast as a ghost and elusive. After a chaotic shout, several little devils cocooned themselves, and soon they were knocked to the ground one by one.

The five mercenaries effortlessly tied up the unconscious dozen people and came upstairs to ask Ye Haodong.

"Divide the body, burn it into bone residue with strong acid, and bury it in the basement."

Accustomed to life and death, Stuza and his two comrades-in-arms saw a few mercenaries coldly concoct a dozen people and bury them under the basement where they were being held. They all felt frightened and terrified, they wanted to protest, but in the end they didn't dare to shout, this group of people was so terrible, Stuza was afraid that if they annoyed these mercenaries, they would do the same to the three of them.

Yang Junhu stood at the window, a little starlight faintly shining on his face, his floating face like a god and demon, mysterious and dignified.

"Big brother, why did you leave those three people behind?"

"They are the people of the Riley killer group, they are the head snakes in North America, if they want to completely solve this trouble, they can't blindly play ruthlessly, these people are mercenary, they come to kill me but driven by interests, as long as we can come up with greater interests than the Yang family, they can't be used by us, but before that, we must first prove that we are qualified to negotiate, this Western devil is different from the Oriental devil, the Oriental devil is mortal enemy with us, there is no other solution except blood, Western devils have expensive lives but are barbaric and greedy for money, and they are easier to use, so they have to catch them alive, and when the time comes, let's play a game for them to make foreign things. ”

Ye Haodong sat behind the table, quietly observing Huzi, this kid is now a bit of a hero Guo Jing, his kung fu has risen and he has even opened his mind, in the past, Ye Haodong would not tell him such complicated thoughts.

Scott. Lee finally arrived, and he and the rest of the group of three people, this time it was actually daytime. The five mercenaries were infected by the murderous aura of these people, and they were all on standby, keeping an eye on the four of them's every move. Scott. Li came up alone to call the door, and the other three people stood at the intersection from a distance and watched.

Huzi whispered in Ye Haodong's ear: "He didn't bring weapons, but the three people over there all carried heavy weapons. ”

Ye Haodong smiled, "He's here to talk about things, and the weapon is just a precaution." "The order opens the door to welcome guests.