Supreme soldier king

Morel Bar, located in the famous Bar Street of Tiffany's, is one of many bars. Among many bars, it is not too outstanding and can only be regarded as an average bar.

The reception here is basically tourists from all over the world. In these bars, you can see tourists of all skin colors and hair colors speaking various local languages ​​​​around the world, listening to Tiffany’s special music and drinking wine. , experience the night that belongs to Tiffany’s.

Yang Hao folded his hands and walked slowly into the Morel Bar. At this time, Yang Hao was also disguised. He put on a mustache and disguised the color of his eyes. He looked completely different from Yang Hao under the bar lights. Two people.

Yang Hao sat at the bar and knocked on the counter: "A glass of beer."

Yang Hao took out a banknote and threw it on the counter, and said casually: "The rest is a tip."

Behind the counter was a middle-aged man in his forties. He glanced at the face value of the banknotes and said thank you, but he did not show any happy expression on his face.

The corners of Yang Hao's mouth raised slightly. The face value of the banknotes was not small, and there was still a lot left over after buying a glass of beer. If this were an ordinary bartender, there must be some genuine surprise on his face, but He didn't.

Not at all!

Yang Hao took a big sip of the beer brought by the bartender, tapped the table with his fingers and said, "I want to inquire about something."

The bartender raised his head and stared at Yang Hao expressionlessly: "You tell me."

"Nighthawk."

Yang Hao simply said two words and watched the expression on the bartender's face change. Sure enough, after hearing these two words, the expression on the bartender's face changed two points and became two points vigilant and wary.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for Nighthawk? How do you know about Nighthawk?"

Yang Hao smiled and said: "You can call me Tov. Naturally, I want Nighthawk to do something for me. Isn't that what you do? You are quite famous in Tiffany's. As for me, How do you know Nighthawk? Haha, a friend from the Holy See introduced it to me."

Nighthawk originally had some connections with the Holy See, so when Yang Hao answered like this, the bartender believed him and asked calmly: "What do you want to entrust?"

Yang Hao looked around and asked in a low voice: "I want to kidnap someone, a foreigner who is traveling here."

The bartender frowned: "You can handle this kind of trivial matter with a few street gangsters. As for us, Nighthawk?"

Yang Hao chuckled and said: "This man is quite capable, he is very vigilant, he seems to be good at fighting, and his drag racing skills are very good. He is not that easy to deal with. What's more important is that I want the whole thing to be done without anyone noticing, so I can't Known by anyone.”

The bartender gently wiped the wine glass with the towel in his hand, stared at Yang Hao and said: "If Nighthawk takes action, the price will not be low."

Yang Hao put on an arrogant look: "It's okay, just quote a price. Money is not an issue, but I have a request."

The bartender said calmly: "Say!"

Yang Hao raised his fingers gently on the counter: "I know that the core personnel of your Nighthawk all use the codename Yingying. My friend introduced him to him as a good one, and I want him to take action."

The bartender squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Yang Hao: "Why appoint him? Others are equally qualified."

Yang Hao said with a nonchalant expression: "That's okay, but my friend said something when he introduced him to me, saying that he is very good at kidnapping people and so on. If you think there is someone else who can do it, I have no problem with it. "

The bartender said solemnly: "Tell me the target person you want to kidnap, and the follow-up matters after the kidnapping. I will hand the person over to you, or will I?"

Yang Hao took out a photo and put it on the counter, and said quickly: "Leave the person to me in a safe place, I will kill that guy with my own hands, and then you can help me dispose of the body, as long as no one is aware of it." .”

Yang Hao glanced at the bartender's face, but there was no change. Obviously, such a thing was not considered a big deal in their business scope.

"The man's name is Howie, and he lives in the Xinglai Hotel. This is his photo. I know you may have to investigate the target person before making a decision, but I can tell you that that guy is a rich second generation who inherited the inheritance. I don’t have much background, um, some can fight.”

"Can you make a call?" The bartender showed an undisguised sarcastic look on his face: "Leave your phone number. Within three days, we will get back to you whether we will accept your order and the price of the order. Once the order is accepted, , you need to pay half in advance, and the other half after the event is completed."

Yang Hao snapped his fingers indifferently: "No problem, as I said before, money is not an issue, but can you hurry up? That guy is here for tourism and can't stay for two days."

The bartender nodded: "We will do it as soon as possible. Is there anything else?"

Yang Hao shook his head: "I'll wait for your news, as soon as possible."

The bartender hummed, and Yang Hao stopped staying and turned around to leave the Morel Bar.

After Yang Hao left, the bartender hired a young man to replace him and walked to the room behind the bar with what he had recorded.

He is just a liaison officer. The business he is responsible for is contacting business. He is the most peripheral member of Nighthawk. Even if someone wants to cause trouble and catches him, they can't find out the reason because he doesn't know Nighthawk. Who are the members of the Eagle or where are they? All he knows is some code names.

He made a call, told the other party what happened on his side, put down the phone, and returned to the front desk, as if nothing had happened.

Somewhere in Tiffany, a bearded Diamond in his forties was lying on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Beside him, there was a blonde in sexy clothes, leaning against his body, and fed the grapes in his hand into his mouth one by one.

Opposite him, sat a man in his thirties with sharp eyes and a faint scar on his face, which ruined his entire face.

"Diamond, you made a lot of money before, how long are you going to rest this time?"

Diamond smiled lazily: "Anyway, let's rest first. People can't always be busy making money, they have to learn to spend money to enjoy life, and at this juncture, I'd better hide."

The scar-faced man smiled and said: "At first, I thought that the group of homeless people could come back once again with the thing you gave them, but who knew that they failed again, and even put in people who had been buried for many years, and were implicated Many people have suffered heavy losses this time, and I am afraid they will not be able to recover for a long time."

Diamond smiled indifferently and said, "Whatever, anyway, I'm just doing business with them. If it wasn't for some special relationship, I would be more willing to sell that thing to the Holy See. I think they will definitely pay the price Taller than those stingy guys."

The scar-faced man asked with some doubts: "Didn't that thing be snatched away by someone? Why did it suddenly reappear later?"

Diamond stood up from the sofa and waved the blonde woman beside him to leave. After the woman left, Diamond said with a serious face: "It is said that practitioners from the Yan Kingdom stepped in, and because of them, Na Tasha just escaped, and the sword fell into the hands of the cultivators of the Yan Kingdom, probably they made some kind of deal with the Holy See, and then the sword was handed over to the Holy See, and into Natasha's hands..."

The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly: "You blackmailed this sword back from the practitioners of the Yan Kingdom. Since they appeared here, would they trouble you? Is that why you want to hide?" ?”

Diamond nodded and said: "You must know how powerful the practitioners of the Yan Kingdom are. Although we have always carried our heads on the waistband of our trousers in our business, we still have to risk our heads even though we know the danger. That's death."

The scar-faced man smiled and said, "Will they look for you?"

Diamond shook his head and said, "I don't know, but be careful."

The scar-faced man nodded understandingly: "Alright, anyway, this sum of money you earned is enough for you to spend extravagantly for a few years, so enjoy life, if we die, no amount of money will be of any use."

Diamond stared at the scar-faced man with a smile: "Huaying, what you said seems to be that you have very little money. If you quit now, your money may be enough for you to spend your whole life."

The scar-faced man also smiled and said: "In our business, making money is certainly the biggest purpose, but stimulation itself is another purpose. Walking in the dark and doing things that ordinary people can't do, this kind of breaking the rules itself is a kind of It's a kind of pleasure, and it really makes me a rich man who does nothing, just drinking and picking up girls like this every day, this kind of life is too boring for me."

At this moment, Diamond's cell phone rang suddenly. Diamond picked up the cell phone, answered it for a while, and frowned slightly: "The other party called my name... well, I don't want to take the task now, I want to Take a break and ask other people if they are interested."

Diamond hung up the phone, frowning slightly, as if thinking.

The scar-faced man asked: "What's the matter, someone asked you for a mission?"

Diamond raised his head and said, "Well, the other party mentioned my name, but they didn't insist that it must be me. They just said that they hoped that our eagle group would come out."

The scar-faced man asked curiously, "What mission?"

Diamond shrugged his shoulders: "Kidnapping a foreign tourist. According to the client, he is a rich second generation who inherited an inheritance. He must have a grudge with him. He wants us to kidnap him without anyone noticing, and then kill him with his own hands. Get this thing over."

The scar-faced man blinked: "How much is the other party paying?"

Diamond said helplessly: "Shouldn't we set the price for this? The other party has repeatedly said that money is not a problem. They only hope that we will send out professionals. It must be silent and invisible...Why, are you interested?"

The scar-faced man sighed: "It stands to reason that I really don't want to get involved in this kind of small business, but I was a little unlucky last month, and now I can hardly afford to eat. Since the other party said that the money is not bad, Then I, Huaying, would do it myself, and I must have given him enough face, asking him for a decent price, isn't it too much?"