Mo Feng first took a sip of the big red robe, then turned his head and glared at Joseph: "In addition to killing Lawrence to get rid of the trouble, this operation also has to find ways to regain the secret recipe, and the most important thing is that I will use him to test the batch of special forces I just recruited.dt.com [A lot of good]." The update is so fast. If you are asked to go up three times and go to two to bite me to death, what else will I use to train the army? ”

"The master has taught me a great lesson, and I owe it to me."

Joseph said respectfully while refilling Mo Feng's glass.

"You can follow, but you must not make a move without my orders, especially in front of ordinary people."

Mo Feng groaned for a moment and then said to Joseph.

It turned out that just now Mo Feng suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, could it be that something happened tomorrow night?

Mo Feng thought about it for a while, and decided to bring Joseph with him for safety.

"Yes, master!"

A touch of excitement suddenly rose from Joseph's coffin-like face, and Joseph knew that this meant that from now on, Mo Feng could be regarded as truly accepting himself.

At midnight, still in the room on the top floor of the Diamond Hotel, Mo Feng's eyes were slightly closed, sitting cross-legged on the 'bed', his two palms held a strange seal knot in front of his lower abdomen, and a wisp of silver light lingered around his body, and in the silver light, there was a faint purple 'color' light flashing At this time, in the position of Mo Feng's vein, the true qi had already run to the 'acupoint' position in the back of the brain, Mo Feng found that after the Imperial Dragon Jue reached the realm of entering the realm, the speed of the 'acupoint' position was much faster than when he was out of the divine realm, and it only took more than two months to dredge eight 'acupoints'.

At this time, in the presidential suite on the sixteenth floor of the Brilliant Hotel, the third largest hotel in Las Vegas, two blocks away from the Diamond Hotel, the "meaty" Lawrence was talking secretly with a thin man about sixty years old with a hooked nose and a "yin" vulture.

"Mr. Cassirer, I am your most sincere friend, please rest assured that as soon as the 'transaction' is completed tomorrow night, I will immediately transfer a billion dollars to your Swiss bank account."

Lawrence took a sip of coffee on the coffee table and said with a smile.

It turned out that this thin old man was Cassirer, the director of the CIA.

"Hehe, Lawrence, although I know that you have lost a lot of your subordinates for this secret recipe, but you have gained more benefits, don't you, I know that Streep, the director of the Deckus Institute, promised you a price of four billion dollars, a billion dollars, do you know, in order to investigate the whereabouts of the secret recipe, many of my subordinates have contributed a lot of efforts"

Cassirer stared at Lawrence with a 'yin' gaze, and said with a smile on his skin.

Lawrence was stunned by Cassirer's insatiable greed, and a faint flash of anger flashed in his eyes: "1.2 billion, you are satisfied now, dear Mr. Cassirer." ”

"Okay, it's a pleasure to work with Boss Lawrence, hahahaha"

and got 200 million more for nothing, Cassirer's old face suddenly smiled like a big chrysanthemum 'flower' reads;.

"Mr. Cassirer, I need to attach a condition to my two hundred million."

In the midst of laughter, Lawrence's 'gloomy' voice came.

"Please, my dear friend, as long as I am able."

Cassirer, who was in a good mood, agreed.

"I want the Grim Reaper mercenary group to disappear, and that Huaxia monkey, I want to break him into thousands of pieces."

Lawrence said with a cold face and gritted teeth.

"As you wish, sir."

Cassirer agreed with a relaxed face.

What Lawrence never dreamed of was that a terrible force had learned that he and the Deckus Institute would 'trade' the secret recipe tomorrow night, and set up a game, and the target was also the secret recipe, the praying mantis fluttering the cicada, and the yellow finch was behind.

At nine o'clock the next night, there was still an hour and a half before Lawrence's scheduled 'delivery' time at half past ten, Mo Feng took Marshall Nissen Angel and thirty newly recruited special forces to ambush on a bald mountain about twenty kilometers away from the Deckus Institute.

And, of course, the Marquis of Joseph.

The western part of Moapa is a hilly area, and this bald hill is more than 40 meters high about 70 kilometers west of Moapa City, and it is covered with bushes and yellow weeds, which is convenient for hiding.

At the foot of the mountain, a road winds its way through it, and in an hour Lawrence and his ghost mercenary group will escort the diabetes recipe to Guò to the Derkus Institute, twenty kilometers away.

In order not to fail the ambush, Mo Feng checked the information with Neeson again, confirming that Lawrence's ghost mercenary group had just set off from Moapa City, and if nothing else, the Cobra mercenary group would definitely pass through here at around ten o'clock.

In order to take out Lawrence and reclaim the secret recipe, all the high-ranking combatants of the Reaper Mercenary Regiment are dispatched.

"During this time, hurry up and rest, there will be a fierce battle in a while."

On a slightly flat dry grass at the top of the mountain, Marshall Tongguò beside Mo Feng gave an order to the members of the Reaper Mercenary Group who had entered the battle position.

This group of newly recruited special combat personnel did not come out of the delta, but it took less than ten minutes to complete the position, two people in a bunker, all kinds of firepower 'crossed' crossing, because it was only more than 100 meters away from the road at the foot of the mountain, plus Mo Feng was there, Marshall did not arrange additional snipers.

Mo Feng and Angel were not wearing mountain combat uniforms like the others, both of them were wearing black 'colored' trench coats, and the low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero did not seem to affect them at all.

In the dim moonlight, there were four weapons of different models in front of people, due to the proximity, Mo Feng gave up his usual M110 sniper rifle this time, this time using a newly developed OIC in the United States, Marshall is an M16, and Angel is using a G36.

Neeson has an exaggerated 'strong' Negev machine gun in front of him, and Neeson explains that his father was a farmer who grew up loving the feeling of harvesting.

In addition to these weapons, two rocket launchers and several rockets were placed next to them.

Joseph, who was lying on the grass not far behind everyone and counting the stars, attracted the suspicious eyes of Marshall and Neeson from time to time, and they couldn't understand what Mo Feng was doing with this dead old man.

However, Angel's eyes flashed with a solemn look when he looked at Joseph, and he felt a hint of danger in this old fellow dressed like a medieval nobleman.

"Boss, they should be almost there!"

Marshall's words made Mo Feng wake up from his deep thoughts, and it was already half past nine.

"Cheer up the 'spirit' and check the weapon!"

Mo Feng said this, leaned over and picked up the OIC under his feet, and almost at the same time, Marshall and Robben also put the butt of the gun on their shoulders, while Neeson opened the bullet box on the side and barbed the bullet link to the Negev machine gun.

Halfway up the mountainside, an invisible smell of gunpowder smoke instantly spread.

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