Santos is a typical non-mainstream, the kind of "body modder" that is fashionable.

In Santos's own words, others think of the body as a church, but he uses his body as a playground. Santos had sixteen holes in his ears and left ears, six holes in his lips, two holes in his tongue, and more than sixty holes on his body, all of which were hung with silver rings, most of which were also set with diamonds, giving him a sparkling look.

The most terrifying thing is that he slit his tongue in the middle and made a fork, revealing his tongue like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time, old friend!" The lean Santos walked out of the pink-lit room with a bang, followed by two black chicks and a white chick with hot bodies.

To be honest, Long Yun was worried about Santos every time he saw him, just this skinny body, those silver rings looked particularly terrifying, and he always felt that he was not wearing it in the flesh but in the bones.

The windy/coquettish Santos was obviously still charging in the gentle countryside just now, at this time there was still a pungent smell of perfume on his body, his upper body was bare, and a pink ostrich feather scarf was wrapped around his neck, blowing all the way to his crotch, and he was a stripper/shirt/man in a GAY bar.

This picture is so beautiful that Long Yun didn't dare to stare at Santos for too long, lest he be blind.

"I haven't seen you in a while." He nodded vaguely, sat down on the sofa himself, and went straight to the point: "I want to see Petrovich, that's why I'm here, this is your territory, out of respect for you, I must come and visit." ”

Santos rolled his eyes and waved his hand, and Barney and his men stepped back.

"Do you smoke?" Santos opened the wooden box on the table, which was filled with cigars, "Cuban goods, good condition." ”

"I still like my cigarettes." Long Yun shook his head, took out a box of Marlboro from his pocket, put it in his hand and shook it.

"I've heard that you've suffered heavy losses in Sierra Leone this time, but ...... You have done a good job, and thousands of people have died at your hands. ”

"Really? Who do you listen to? A hint of alertness crossed Long Yun's eyes.

"This is the ...... It has long spread throughout the mercenary community in South Africa, and the world is not very big, and the same **** can spread all the time, not to mention your heroic deeds. ”

Santos laughed unnaturally, took out a cigar from the wooden box, picked up the cigarette cutter and clicked off a sharp end, then cracked a fist-sized skull on the table, put the cigar on it and turned it around a few times, and waited for the cigarette to heat up slightly, then stuffed it into his mouth, leaned over to the flame, and swirled the cigar while smoking until the flame evenly lit the tobacco.

Long Yun thought to himself, this guy is a connoisseur who can enjoy it, and the prelude to smoking a cigar looks quite professional.

With a beautiful puff of cigarette, Santos opened another bottle of XO, poured wine into the glass, and handed one of them to Long Yun.

"Take a sip?"

"No, I think I'll have to go, Petrovich still lives in the basement, right?" Long Yun didn't want to waste time talking about Fengyue here with this weird guy, so he stood up and said goodbye.

"Ambiguous ......" Santos stopped Long Yun, "Peter, this guy has had an accident recently, and he doesn't live in the basement." ”

"What?" Long Yun was stunned, he didn't expect an old fritter like Peter to have an accident, "Are others okay?" ”

"It's okay, of course it's okay!" Santos hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's just that more than a month ago, an undercover agent got in, and the pigs of the SWAT team actually brought people to attack here once, Peter is fine, but his arsenal in the basement is obviously no longer safe, in this consideration, I will let him move to the 17th floor, you wait here, I will call him up, what is the matter, you talk here." ”

Without saying anything, he grabbed the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

"Hello? Barney? Go to the seventeenth floor and find Peter, and call him to me...... Yes, yes, it's his old friend Ghost who came. ”

Putting down the phone, Santos suddenly yawned, stretched his waist and said: "Look, I've just finished refreshing, it looks like I'm going to make up for it, and there's a deal in the middle of the night, I want to negotiate a deal with an Italian guy, I have to go next door to inspect the goods and get ready." ”

He patted the couch, "You sit here and wait, I'll come as soon as I go, and Peter will be there soon." ”

After that, yawning for days, it seems that the drug/addiction has flinched.

Long Yun took out a cigarette, clicked it, looked at Santos and nodded: "Okay, you go first, I'll wait for Peter here." ”

Santos yawned as he walked out of the room, and the door slammed shut.

Long Yun smoked silently, constantly pondering Santos's expression and movements just now, and soon, he bounced up from the sofa and walked into the room with pink lights.

The room is fragrant and strangely decorated, with a two-meter-wide electric round bed in the middle, a huge boss's desk at one end of the room, a wooden filing cabinet next to the table, and a European Renaissance-style nude/female oil painting at the back.

Long Yun walked over to his desk, flipped through the documents on the desktop, and found a rent table in the thick papers. This is the "rent" that every household in the building pays to Santos every month, which is actually a conservation fee.

Long Yun flipped through a few of them, found Petrovich's name in them, and looked back, and found that this guy had just paid the rent in September, and the registered room number was still the same, which was the number of the basement.

"Santos...... What tricks do you kid want to play. Long Yun muttered to himself, he remembered the last time he came with Lao Yu, this wall was not an oil painting, but a monitoring screen wall.

He began to rummage through the mechanism, and finally felt a button under the table and pressed it lightly.

Giggle –

The oil painting began to retreat aside, and dozens of CCTV surveillance screens appeared in front of Long Yun.

This kind of monitoring equipment is not high-tech, and Long Yun can easily call up all the pictures one by one.

On screen, Santos is seen hurrying down the hallway, apparently no longer on this floor, with more and more armed men gathered behind him.

Depend on! There's an obvious problem here!

Long Yun was secretly surprised in his heart, although he didn't know why Santos did this, but one thing was certain, Santos didn't plan to go to Petrovic, gathering so many people, I'm afraid the purpose was to come at him.

Long Yun felt blood rushing madly to his head, this is Santos's territory, if there is any movement, an armed team of thousands of people can be gathered here in just ten minutes, and he is not an opponent at all alone.

And a more important problem is that this is the 172nd floor, almost the top floor, and there is a layer of armored doors outside that can withstand rocket attacks, and there is no way to escape!

After calming down a little, Long Yun turned off the monitoring screen and restored the oil painting to its original position. Back in the living room, I sat down on the couch, took a cigar out of the wooden box, cut my head, and smoked it leisurely.

His mind is constantly making various budgets, since he can't get out, it will be difficult for people from outside to attack him, if he is Santos, he will definitely not choose to attack here, he will definitely lure himself out and have another surprise attack.

He pulled out the Beretta 92F from his waist and checked the ammunition, which contained eight magazines, each containing 15 rounds, including 16 in the chamber, enough to hold on until he grabbed a new weapon.

Pushing the bullet into the chamber of the gun and turning on the safe, Long Yun inserted the gun back into his waist, and sat on the sofa with a blank expression, smoking a cigar and drinking XO, waiting to see what tricks Santos played.

At this time, in a room on the 170th floor of the building, Santos lectured to more than 20 heavily armed men: "When the four of them go up, the others are lying in ambush next to the elevator entrance, and the people who go up say that Peter has invited him to the seventeenth floor to discuss business, and as soon as he exits the three doors, you will immediately come out of the elevator and outflank him." Remember, this guy is not a good man, he is the number one person in the ghost group, in Sierra Leone, they killed six of the eight people in a group, killing nearly two thousand, absolutely cautious, if you can't capture ...... alive"

He placed his palms across his neck and made a cutting motion.

"You know what to do!"

Santos' eyes flashed with a sinister and cruel light.