The bar was back in the hustle and bustle, and the guards at the door were still walking around with automatic rifles. Ordinary people would never approach this bar with a dark background, and the mines and others who were in charge of support in the distance were still quietly guarding in the shadows.

No one noticed that just now, there was a battle in this seemingly bustling bar. Thirteen Erost Agents were stabbed into a hornet's nest, and it was like the mouth of a giant monster, and anyone who entered it was immediately cut off from the world.

The floor was re-mopped with water, and the blood on the floor was carefully scrubbed clean by the waiter. You don't even need to spray some perfume to cover up the smell of blood in the air, just the strong smell of perfume on the women's bodies can cover up a qiē.

Today, in this bar, all the people are deadly killers. Whether it's a young bewitching dancer dressed very little, or a DJ constantly playing plates, a casual search of their bodies will reveal deadly weapons. The feast began to go on again, the people were in a musical frenzy, the preparations for the agents had come to an end, and the noise here was no different from usual.

In a private seat on the second floor, Nighthawk was escorted here by six muscular thugs. One of the seemingly shrewd guys searched Nighthawk's body up and down to make sure he wasn't carrying any weapons, and then nodded to the boss-looking guy standing next to Leng Feng.

The Boss nodded at the strong man, and they had Nighthawk stand in the center of the room. The cold wind sits next to a huge head-facing glass, which is a single-sided glass that can be clearly seen from the inside. From the ground floor, the glass is a wall.

Leng Feng held a cup of carefully prepared martini in his hand, swirled the colored shadows in the cup, smiled and nodded towards Nighthawk: "When you meet for the first time, are you still satisfied with my hospitality?" ”

Nighthawk looked around, it was a small room, but he couldn't see what the walls of the room looked like now. There were more than 20 bodyguards standing densely around the wall, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed directly at Nighthawk, as if they knew that Nighthawk was very powerful, as if they were afraid that he would fight back.

"Yes, it's very warm, it's just the air here, it's a little not good." Nighthawk's fingers gestured in the air and smiled.

Leng Feng smiled suddenly: "I'm sorry Mr. Nighthawk, you are the king of Huaxia agents, and I heard that you are even better at kung fu." How many ace spies and special forces are planted in your hands, this is just the bare minimum security measures. ”

"But do you think you can say something with so many people standing next to us?" Nighthawk winked at the cold wind, and the two of them were like the closest old friends, each with a secret hidden in each look that only they knew.

Leng Feng nodded solemnly, and said with a stern expression: "Mr. Nighthawk's reminder is very correct, it was my negligence. ”

He snapped his fingers, and there was something in Mandarin to say to the boss standing beside him. The boss was obviously a little embarrassed, but looking at the firm smile on the corner of Leng Feng's mouth, he still nodded in submission. Then he waved his hand at the strong men in the room and rushed out. Before leaving the door, the boss glared at Nighthawk fiercely, as if warning him with his eyes.

Nighthawk doesn't care about stalling, which means that this is what your boss ordered, and it has nothing to do with me.

The door was shut, and the thick soundproof door completely cut off the connection between the outside and the inside. Now it is quiet here, only the breathing of the two can be heard, and outside the glass window, people on the first floor are still immersed in the hot dance. From this room, they look like clowns dancing some kind of pantomime, which looks very absurd.

"As you wish, Mr. Nighthawk, this floor is empty now, and it's very quiet. There are no listening facilities here and no one will disturb you, so it can be said that only this place is the safest. Cold Wind spread out his hand and pointed to a couch for Nighthawk to sit down.

"Oh, is it true?" Nighthawk didn't sit down, but looked at Leng Feng with a clear eye: "You let all your subordinates go, aren't you afraid that I will catch you now and take you away directly?" With my means, you know it's entirely possible. ”

"In this situation, if Mr. Nighthawk wants to leave, I'm sure no one will be able to stop you. With Mr. Nighthawk's caution, there must be support outside this bar, right? Leng Feng took a shallow sip of wine and looked at Nighthawk with a smile.

"But Mr. Nighthawk wants to get me out of here, it's absolutely impossible." Cold Wind's eyes suddenly looked at Nighthawk, and there was cunning in his affirmation.

"Oh? Then you can give me a reason, why can't I take you with me? Nighthawk's eyes had narrowed, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.

"It's very simple, Sergei, that E-Rosturt Agent Mr. Nighthawk naturally doesn't take it to heart. But there's another very important friend in your heart who also has my hands, and if memory serves, that guy should be called Yaksha. ”

Nighthawk's brows furrowed tightly, but Leng Feng didn't see it, and still continued: "Mr. Nighthawk is a person who cares about the lives of his comrades-in-arms very much, and will never abandon any of his comrades-in-arms. What's more, you're not completely sure you'll get me out of here safely, so you're not going to make such a stupid decision. ”

Nighthawk stared at Leng Feng deadly, but after Leng Feng finished speaking, he continued to drink his wine as if he was nothing. Eyes fearlessly eye to Nighthawk, he seemed to be observing Nighthawk's mood swings, completely ignoring Nighthawk's killable eyes.

"Well, you win." Nighthawk spread his hand and shook his head with a helpless smile: "You are really a devil, you know the human heart too well. Well, I admit, I'm not going to abandon my comrades and take yours. ”

Leng Feng nodded with satisfaction, but then shook his head and said, "But I'm not a devil, it's just that before you came here, I searched the information of each of you very carefully. I have to know what you're thinking in order to respect my future partner. ”

"Partner?" Nighthawk said mockingly, "A partner who was pointed at gunpoint?" What a great irony. ”

"As I have already said, these security measures are necessary given that you are very uncontrollable and that my life is at stake at all times. If Mr. Nighthawk is still willing, we can pick up where we left off on the phone. Leng Feng looked calm. Judging by his expression, it was the nighthawk who had eaten it.

Nighthawk sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, and in the dark corner, Leng Feng couldn't see his expression clearly: "It seems that I have no choice, if I don't negotiate, it seems that I can't get out of here alive today!" ”

Leng Feng laughed: "Of course this is impossible, if we don't talk about any substantive progress today." Then Mr. Nighthawk, you leave here with your comrades, we may never see each other again in our lives, but your secret, I'm sorry, I'll sell it to others who need it. ”

The cold wind prevailed throughout, firmly on top of Nighthawk's head. Talking to him, there was a strong sense of oppression, and Nighthawk already had hundreds of reversals in his heart, but they were always shattered by the strength of the cold wind.

"Now, I want to know, what will I get paid for reselling that stolen secret to you?" The cold wind drank the remnants of the liquor shallowly, and his eyes were firmly locked on the nighthawk in the shadows.

"It's a very difficult question to ask, it's hilarious that a thief comes into your house and steals something important, and then he puts a gun to the owner's head and asks me to pay to buy the stolen thing back." Nighthawk said.

"But you have to take back what I have stolen, even if you go bankrupt, because if this thief does not get the benefit, he will immediately change hands in exchange for a good future." The cold wind didn't feel ashamed at all, and greeted the nighthawk with a smile.

Nighthawk felt like he was going to vomit blood, this scoundrel was so shameless. But just like Leng Feng said, he had to spend money to buy this information back, and the secret that was stolen was so important that even the head of the Central Committee intervened.

Director Niu even instructed him to get the information back at any cost. Nighthawk was silent for a moment, and said to Cold Wind, "I can't be the master, I need to call back for instructions." ”

Leng Feng casually threw a huge satellite phone to Nighthawk: "Let's call, this is the signal of the United States, if you want to track it, your people will only track it to the White House office of the United States." ”

Nighthawk scolded this guy's shamelessness in his heart, and casually dialed Director Niu's phone. He reported the general situation to Director Niu, and to Nighthawk's surprise, Director Niu agreed to the other party's request without the slightest hesitation.

Nighthawk asked Leng Feng, "What do you want, say it." ”

"One billion dollars, into these 20 accounts. I don't need to bother you with anything else. Leng Feng handed Nighthawk another piece of paper, which contained the accounts of twenty different countries. Nighthawk could tell at a glance that these were private bank accounts, and even if it took a lifetime, he would not want to trace the whereabouts of the money.

Nighthawk told Director Niu of Leng Feng's request, and Director Niu said very happily that it would be completed within three hours, and let Leng Feng hand over the information.

Hanging up, Nighthawk felt like he had been completely defeated this time. He had never failed so much in his life, and he was defeated in this silent but very dangerous battle.

Three hours later, Leng Feng's notebook had an extra billion dollars in twenty accounts. He closed his notebook with a smile and smiled at Nighthawk: "It's a pleasure to work together, what you want, I'll hand it over to you tonight." ”

"Why should I trust you?" Nighthawk asked, frowning.

"Because I'm still afraid that for the rest of my life, there will be a powerful force in the country that keeps looking for me, and I just want to be a rich man in the lower half of my body." Leng Feng smiled slyly.

"The last question, what I'm seeing now, is that your true face?" Nighthawk asked.

Leng Feng blinked slyly: "You just take this face as my original appearance, so that everyone will be quiet." ”