In a small town in Texas, it's still buzzing tonight.

After finishing their work, the rednecks came to the town from their respective farms one after another, relaxing their tired bodies and having some fun at the same time.

And on days when there are no celebrations or games, their fun is often to drink and brag about the game in the bar.

And today, an uninvited guest came to the town.

A Lamborghini roadster drove into town with headlights brighter than an Audi.

The eyes of the rednecks passing by converged on the sports car, and their expressions were not good.

They like pickups, or muscle bikes like Mustangs or Challengers.

A small white-faced car like a roadster used to pick up girls is simply jumping on the thunder point of the red neck.

And it's a Lamborghini, and it's even pink!

The car, which was out of place in the atmosphere of the town, drove to a stop in front of a tavern.

The tavern is also quite old-fashioned, with wooden walls and roofs, and wooden doors with movable panels, which look like a standard western tavern.

The idle, rednecks exchanged glances and walked towards the Lamborghini.

Just as they were about to use Mazefaq as their opening statement, the man sitting in the passenger seat pulled himself out of the car.

Lu Mingfei stepped out of the car and glanced around with a condescending look.

Anyone who was swept by his gaze involuntarily stopped, and then pretended to chat in place, or passed by with a stiff expression.

"Mazefak, this guy is too big."

A redneck whispered.

"yes, I doubt he'll be able to sit on my cow with one sit,"

His red-necked companion said too.

A Chinese man who was too strong to speak to come to their town was obviously prepared.

Whether he wants to punish the evil or find some trouble, it is best not to get involved himself.

The Rednecks have their own philosophy of survival.

Lu Mingfei ignored their whispers and bent down into the Western Tavern.

There weren't many people in the tavern, sitting around the table in twos and threes.

Some are playing poker, some are watching TV, and some are playing mahjong.

Lu Mingfei's gaze stayed on the mahjong table for a few seconds, even with his eyes, this table was a little abrupt.

"Where's that old fellow in Anges?"

Henkel's voice drew his attention.

"He still has a job in school affairs, this is a matter of the war group, I'll just talk to you."

Lu Mingfei sat across from him.

The small beech chair creaked as he sat down.

"You? It's not that I'm belittling you, Lu Mingfei. The resources you have at your disposal are not enough to negotiate a deal with me. ”

Henkel took out a Marlboro and lit it in his mouth.

There was no sarcasm in his tone, as the one who killed the Dragon King, Lu Mingfei was equal to his status.

But as leaders, Warbands and the North American Half-Blood Alliance are far from the difference.

At least in Henkel's eyes.

"Then let's not talk about the deal."

Lu Mingfei said.

"So what's that talking about?"

Henkel asked rhetorically.

"Talk about tourism. I plan to go on an armed trip with my warband to the Niger Delta. ”

He said lightly.

The Niger River Delta, located in the southern part of Nigeria in West Africa, was formed by the impact of the Niger River.

The area is low, flat, humid and hot, with an annual precipitation of about 300 mm, and the fishing and planting industries are relatively developed, and even rice can be grown.

By the way, there are also a little oil resources, not much, that is, the world's twelfth largest oil-rich area.

"What do you want to do?"

Henkel's face sank.

"I heard that you've built a new oil production plant in Nigeria and wanted to visit it."

Lu Ming is not trying to see the dagger.

"Are you really not Ange's bastard?"

Henkel looked at him with disgust.

These two guys negotiate in exactly the same way, always starting to threaten at the slightest disagreement, and there is no technical content at all.

Lu Mingfei was unmoved, and began to drink the wine that Bao handed him.

It's a beer called Coors Light, and it has a very light taste, but the rednecks love it.

Because the degree is very low, they can drink and chat all the time.

Lu Mingfei doesn't like it, but he doesn't hate it either, at least it's better than Caesar's eaux-de-vie.

Henkel was angry when he looked at his leisurely appearance, but he had to admit that the sword was against his death hole.

This time, the new project of the North American Mixed Race Alliance in Nigeria has invested significant resources and is key to continuing to expand its influence in Congress.

In the event of defeat, not only will the North American Half-Blood Alliance suffer heavy losses, but his leadership authority will also be hit.

"Tell me first, what do you want me to help you with?"

Henkel finally relented.

It is impossible to compete with this kind of outlaw for a while.

"Help find someone."

Lu Mingfei took out the three photocopied photos and put them in front of him.

"Dragons? Or a half-breed? ”

Henkel picked up the picture and looked at it.

"I don't know, it's more likely to be an ordinary person."

He shook his head.

The mixed-race races in Japan are basically under the monitoring of the Snake Eight Family, and even Akira Sakai has actually been recorded, and there are very few fish that have escaped the net.

"Ordinary people? Can an ordinary person make you a threat to the leader of the North American Half-Blood Alliance? ”

Henkel looked left and right, and he couldn't see that the girl in the photo had this charm.

"I promised someone else to get her back, no matter how much effort it takes."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Well, like something you'd do. What about more detailed information? ”

Henkel asked.

Regardless of their respective positions, he still admires Lu Mingfei very much, and is often jealous of Ange's shit luck, and before he died, he found himself such an excellent successor.

"Her name is Yumi Ishihara, Japanese, and she traveled to Arahan about ten days ago. The last time she was seen was in Herat, where she was seen being pulled into a car by several U.S. troops. ”

Lu Mingfei introduced.

"No wonder Ange wants you to ask me for help, I can help with this, but what can I get?"

Henkel asked.

"You open the conditions."

He said calmly.

Henkel still knows too little about him, in fact, Lu Mingfei already has a lot of resources at his disposal.

Not to mention the support of the Japanese branch, he has other solutions to this matter alone.

For example, a $300 million bounty was offered to find Yumi Ishihara.

It's just that this solution has the potential to lead to other risks, so it is ranked behind.

"I don't need money, and you don't want to give anything else. Well, you kill someone for me. ”

Henkel said after thinking for a long time.

"Kill whom?"

"One of my juniors."

Henkel said with a somewhat heavy face.

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, waiting for his next step.

"His pedigree has a congenital defect and is very unstable. But his father was my old subordinate, so I didn't get rid of him out of the way. But recently he has completely lost control and started hunting ordinary people at night. I'm about to clean up the portal, and it's up to you to do it. ”

Henkel explains.

Whether it was him personally or sending a clean-up team, it was a little emotionally hurtful.

"Deal."

Lu Mingfei said.

Killing a fallen hybrid, no more difficult than slicing a steak.

"Tell me the email address, and I'll send you the information."

Henkel said.

The two exchanged email addresses and exchanged information.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

A worry was solved, and Henkel's mood improved a bit.

"You can ask me for help with this kind of thing in the future."

Lu Mingfei said enthusiastically.

"Thank you, I'll leave this curse to your secret party."

The old cowboy said angrily, and then got up and left.

The loose-leaf door creaked, and Lu Mingfei pushed the empty cup to the bartender.

"Bring me all the food specialties here."

(End of chapter)