Chapter 41: The Demon Hand of Dongying

"Hello Chen Feng, my name is Liu Qianqian, I am a student of the Chinese Department of Southwest University, let's get to know me!"

Before the words fell, the girl named Liu Qianqian had already taken the lead in stretching out her right hand to Chen Feng.

Looking at the proud figure of the beautiful face of the beautiful woman in front of him, Chen Feng only felt a heat in his heart, and secretly guessed that he could have attracted the attention of girls so much this year, and hurriedly reached out to shake Liu Qianqian, and the tentacles only felt that the touch was as warm as jade, which was more slender and atmospheric than Lin Xue's delicate little hands.

"Hello classmates!"

Looking at Chen Feng who couldn't wait to stick his eyes to his body, a smile appeared on Liu Qianqian's charming face, she was still quite proud of her charm, and she had just watched Chen Feng's heroic posture outside the military training venue, this kind of masculine man happened to be her favorite one, and she couldn't wait to give Chen Feng 'stamp collection', but when she thought about it, she was still on a task, so she could only forcibly suppress her inner restlessness and put her goal on getting Chen Feng's contact information.

It's a long time coming, and Chen Feng can't run away anyway!

"Chen Feng, do you practice kung fu? One person can defeat dozens of people in the Shenlong Gang, which is amazing! Liu Qianqian stroked her lower lip, her face was shy, and her eyes were full of adoration.

"Where, it's just that I used to be a soldier in the army, and besides, the current college students are not diligent and don't distinguish between grains and grains, and they are afraid of a little setback, so it's not so suspenseful." Chen Feng scratched his head, now he knows about the forum, although he is absolutely proud of his skills, but he always has to be reserved in front of beautiful women, not to mention that he still 'worships' his own beauties, so he has to pay more attention to his image!

Liu Qianqian listened to Chen Feng speak, and very naturally did it next to Chen Feng, and continued to say 'shyly': "It turns out that Chen Feng, you have been a soldier, I have always felt that people who have been soldiers have a masculine and heroic temperament, only a man who has been a soldier is a real man, in fact, when I was a child, I also imagined that my future 'husband' is a soldier whose body is like steel cast iron, the strongest soldier!" ”

As she spoke, a wisp of longing appeared on Liu Qianqian's face.

Seeing that Chen Feng's heart was rippling, he subconsciously blurted out that he was the king of soldiers, and when he was about to say something, he reluctantly took it back, and after a deep sigh, he responded: "The real king of soldiers is one in ten thousand, one in a hundred thousand, we have two million standing troops in China, of which there are tens of thousands of special forces, and among them, there are very few people who can really be called the king of soldiers, probably no more than fifty people in total, these people are all special forces in the special forces, and only such people can be called the king of soldiers!" ”

Listening to Chen Feng's introduction, Liu Qianqian had a look of 'sudden realization' on her face, and then asked curiously: "Then Chen Feng, were you a special soldier when you were a soldier before?" ”

"Of course, I used to be the first in the martial arts competition of the Kyoto Military Region!" Chen Feng said proudly.

At this time, dozens of meters up, a young man wearing a straw hat on his head and a Ren Danhu was leaning his back against the railing, looking at Chen Feng downstairs through the mirror in his hand, a playful smile appeared on his face, and he took out a satellite phone from his pocket and pressed a string of numbers.

Soon, the phone was connected.

Ren Danhu put away the mirror, moved away from the railing, walked to the other side of the rooftop, and then said in English: "Mr. Purple Beard, I am a demon hand, I met an old man on this mission, I already know why the pair of garbage will be missed, so I ask for a price increase!" ”

Hearing Ren Danhu, the person who called himself the demon hand, a rough man with a London accent came from the other side of the satellite phone and said: "There are not many people who can make the Dongying demon hand take the initiative to ask for a price increase, let's talk about who the so-called old man on the other side is, if there is no suitable reason, it is impossible for me to take the initiative to go to the task publisher to ask for additional task rewards." ”

Purple Beard's voice fell, and the demon hand shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and quipped: "A retired soldier king from Huaxia's 'Group Z', he successfully survived the incident in Vietnam three years ago, do you think the value of this opponent can make you straighten your back and ask the task publisher for money?" ”

"Of course, if the person opposite is the retired soldier king of the 'Z group', and he successfully survived that incident, then of course it is not a service that can be bought at this price, and it is not so simple to take advantage of my little Grande, and I will give you a new price in a few minutes." Purple Beard said in a solemn tone.

It seems that the name of Huaxia Group Z is indeed big enough!

Hung up the phone, far away on the other side of the ocean, on Manhattan Island, Millikan, New York, in a luxury high-rise apartment, a middle-aged white man with a long brown beard leaned back in a chair, looked at the night view of the metropolis in front of the window and dialed a number, and it didn't take long for a charming woman's voice to say: "Hello, this is Mr. Li Heng's personal line, I am Mr. Li Heng's personal assistant Anna, do you need my help with anything?" ”

Listening to the words on the other side, Purple Beard said directly: "I am the Purple Beard of 'Nightingale', and I will be connected to Mr. Li Heng immediately." ”

Hearing Purple Beard's words, the woman who answered the phone on the other side was stunned for a moment, and then said in a somewhat discolored tone: "Okay Mr. Purple Beard, I'll let Mr. Li Heng answer the phone." ”

After a while, a somewhat muffled man's voice came from the opposite side and said, "I'm Li Heng, what's the matter?" ”

"Hello Mr. Li Heng, I am Nightingale's Purple Beard, I apologize for the trouble I have caused you now, and secondly, I would like to inform you that the task you posted on Nightingale about that little Chinese girl must be changed, and the reward will be upgraded from five million meters of gold to twenty million meters of gold, the reason is that the security measures of the mission object are somewhat unexpected, and there is one' The special forces king of your continent is protecting the target, and the strength of the other party is absolutely worth 20 million at this level, if you still ask to continue the mission, please transfer another 15 million meters of gold to our account. ”

Purple Beard stopped saying a lot of words in one breath before he paused.

On the other side of the satellite phone, a man named 'Li Heng' was silent for a while, and then continued to say in his deep voice: "Yes, I'll give you money now!" ”

When the words fell, Li Heng hung up the phone directly, not taking Purple Beard, one of the official heads of the international killer organization 'Nightingale', in his eyes at all.