"Okay, isn't it time for you to call?"

Seeing this killer crying here, Lin Feng frowned and said impatiently.

At this moment, he no longer controls the entire killer.

The wrist was crushed, the ribs were broken a few times, what else is this guy capable of?

Lin Feng was going to destroy him, it was a matter of minute and second, effortlessly. Therefore, Lin Feng was too lazy to control this guy.

Under Lin Feng's impatient urging, this killer hesitated, it was pitiful and difficult to pick up his mobile phone, and then dialed a number!

"Hey...... Jiro, how's it going, is the mission done? Simple, right? Eight million in hand, hahaha&......"

As soon as the phone was connected, a lewd voice came from the other end of the phone!

It seems that at this moment, the guy on the other end of the phone is in a good mood.

Eight million, this task is too simple.

It's just that how did he know that when he said this, on the side of the hotel, the killer known as Jiro, at this moment, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely?

He's a hate.

He was dying of hatred.

This damn guy is an agent in the organization. Dedicated to liaising with the outside world and taking some orders.

And this time, the order to kill Lin Feng is what this guy is going to do. And, I kindly threw it to Jiro to complete, and I said that I would take care of my fellow countrymen!

This Nima's is really taking care of his fellow countrymen, and he can't take care of it!

Nima's is simply taking care of himself directly into the tiger's den.

At this moment, Jiro wanted to kill this damn bastard.

Taking a deep breath, Jiro said in a weak voice, "Okay, Inoue, stop talking nonsense. My mission failed! ”

Jiro said depressedly.

"Karma?"

The words made the laughter on the other end of the phone stop abruptly.

"How is that possible? Jiro, you're not kidding, are you? How is this possible? I have information about that Lin Feng. It's just a piece of waste with nothing to do, and you've failed? How is this possible?

By the way, could it be that you got lost in the city of China, and let those crazy crowds drown and find no goal? ”

The man who was called Inoue screamed this time.

Fail? How is this possible? This time, the task can be said to be quite easy, and any killer can complete it, not to mention that Jiro's strength is still good. How could this have failed?

Is it really because there are too many people in Huaxia that Jiro is lost and can't find his goal? Or is it that there are too many thieves in Huaxia and they stole Jiro's dagger? Or was he caught by the legendary chengguan in Huaxia? ”

Inoue was unbelievable.

"Bastard!"

Hearing Inoue's words, Jiro was about to go crazy.

"I got caught." Jiro said without tears.

"What? Could it be the chengguan? ”

Inoue's heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked loudly. He's depressed.

Get nailed? Could it be that Huaxia's chengguan is really so combative?

If that's the case, isn't his Yamato nation also in danger?

Inoue is not calm.

"Bastard! It's not, it's not! Damn, this Leng Feng, he caught me, he is Lin Feng! ”

Jiro roared frantically.

Cold Blade. This is a cold blade.

"Cold front? What cold front? How did he catch you......"

Inoue didn't seem to have turned a corner yet, and his face was full of doubts: "Has Huaxia's chengguan changed its name?" ”

"Cold Blade, bastard! It's the Cold Blade. Lin Feng is the Cold Blade Blood Blade! ”

Jiro is going crazy!

This stupid Inoue! No wonder, no wonder his own actions failed this time. This Nima's, it's hard to meet such an agent without running into Leng Feng!

"What is the Cold Blade...... Ah......h

Inoue still muttered puzzled.

It's just that in the next moment, as if he suddenly thought of something, he screamed on the other end of the phone.

"Cold Blade? Oh, my God! Jiro, what do you say? Cold Blade? You...... You're talking about the Cold Blade? This ......"

He finally remembered.

Cold Blade ...... This name made Inoue's face pale for a moment.

Cold Blade, the king of the underworld!

Lin Feng is a cold blade? This......

Inoue is also messy. Rao is thousands of miles away, and at this moment, he is also drenched in cold sweat.

Oh my God, I actually asked Jiro to hunt down Leng Feng Bloody Blade? And just for a mere eight million Chinese coins? This......

"You...... You're not kidding, are you? ”

Inoue swallowed hard and asked calmly.

"Yaga...... Who was kidding you. Tell the organization about it! Leng Feng said, let the organization send him 50 million! It's dollars!

By the way, let Blaze come over in person! ”

Jiro said in a deep voice.

"Blaze...... 50 million ......"

Hearing Jiro's words, the corners of Inoue's mouth twitched again.

"Wait a minute, I'll report now!"

Taking a deep breath, the next moment, he hurriedly said.

This matter involves Leng Feng's blood blade, and Inoue is also very clear about what this means. At this moment, he can't continue to be calm! This matter is no longer for him to handle. So he had to report to the top.

With that, Inoue hung up the phone.

"I ...... I'm done. Wait...... Wait for our senior management to talk to you personally! ”

Hanging up the phone, Jiro said to Lin Feng bitterly with a pale face.

"Well, that's good! Hehe...... In that case, now, you can die! ”

Hearing Jiro's words, Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction!

The next moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Now that you've said everything you want to say, there's no need to keep this waste. People who believe in a thousand feathers know how to contact themselves, don't they?

As for this Jiro? He could die.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, Jiro's face turned pale and his pupils contracted violently.

However, the next moment, he was lying on the ground motionless in despair!

He knew that it was useless to resist on his own. Death is a must.

Dead at the hands of the cold front? It's worth it, right?

He closed his eyes in resignation!

It can only be said that this time, he planted it big.

A burst of pain rushed into his mind, and the next moment, consciousness gradually blurred.

Click......

Vaguely, this time, Lang seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking. It's the cracking sound of your own bones! And it's the bones of the throat.

Click......

How beautiful this sound is, but how cold it is.

The world, darkened, the breath was gone.

Jiro, a smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth!

He's still dead. Died at the hands of Leng Feng's bloody blade.

Seeing that Jiro had no more life, Lin Feng got up and pursed his lips, revealing a sneer of disdain!

Killing him is like crushing an ant to death!

Death can only be said to be the result of his own making!

He can only be blamed for choosing the wrong industry, choosing the wrong friend, and choosing the wrong enemy!

"Choice is important! Especially killers! Hehe, remember my words! ”

Thinking of this, Lin Feng stood there condescendingly looking at the cold corpse and muttered.