Chapter 1228

For the two nervous guards, the black scorpion, as if he didn't see it, walked up to zacala and gentlemanly stretched out his right hand.

"Welcome, my brother."

Zakara ignored the two guards, took the black scorpion's hand and hugged him.

Black Scorpion is a very handsome young black man. He looks like Will Smith, a movie star. He has casual clothes and canvas shoes. He looks very sunny and clean. Only people who know him know that his scorpion Legion can make at least hundreds of millions of dollars for him every year. That's all in exchange for human life. Among them, there are some eldest men like zacala and zobras.

The black scorpion sat on the side chair and raised his hand to hook a finger to a white girl.

The white girl looked at zacala. After she saw him nodding, she came to him with a giggle. Without waiting to say anything, she was pulled into her arms and pulled off the only cover of her upper body.

No one looked at him, just as it's normal. Zachary didn't look either. He was looking at the old man.

The old man was also wearing a flowery shirt and leather sandals, which was no different from those workers working in the rubber forest. Especially after being watched by zakala, he was already bent and bent lower.

Zacala didn't hear the old man, so he looked at zebras: "who is this?"

But debras shook his head.

Zakara's face changed and he said faintly: "since you don't know who he is, will you bring him to see me? Oh, my friend, you're embarrassing me. "

"You may be really embarrassed, because he will let you choose between two big interests, each of which is hard to part with," he shrugged

Zakala was stunned for a moment, slowly sat down on the chair, turned his head and raised his left hand.

On the couch next to him, the black scorpion had untied his belt and put the white girl with red fruit on her lap. As if she hadn't seen it, zacala took the cigar and put it back in her mouth.

"Dear friend, please call me old man. As for my name, I have forgotten it myself."

The old man straightened up slightly, looked at zacala, and said slowly, "call back your man, let the child safely return to the United States, and you will get a cash check of $30 million from the George family in the United States."

After spitting out a mouthful of smoke, zacala finally began to face up to the old man: "old man, are you the waiter sent by SOLAS?"

"No

The old man shook his head: "Mr. SOLAS doesn't know about me. I'm here just for the kid who came to Cuba. I'm sure I can win you 30 million dollars, provided that the child can leave Cuba safely and return to the United States. "

Without waiting for zacala to say anything, the old man looked at the black scorpion who had put the white girl on the couch. His tone was still old and plain: "Mr. Black Scorpion, if Mr. zacala can ensure the safety of the children in his territory, do you agree to give up? If you promise, you'll get the same benefits. "

The Black Scorpion was doing fierce exercise. As if he didn't hear the old man talking to him, he grabbed the white girl's hair and jerked it into his arms. At the same time, he threw his right hand - a bright light, and flew over the old man's left ear.

It's a thin razor blade.

In the past six years, at least 88 people have had their throats cut by such blades.

A few gray hairs fell from the old man's head, but they were soon blown to the courtyard by the sea breeze.

Black scorpion has already told the old man with practical action that he won't put 30 million dollars in his eyes. As soon as the child leaves zakala's territory, he will take action immediately.

The old man just didn't see the blade flying by. He sighed and looked at the black scorpion with pity, as if he was looking at a dead man.

There are only three kinds of people who can keep so calm under the blade of the black scorpion: one is a dead man, another is a fool, and the last is an expert.

The old man still stood and sighed, which proved that he was not a dead man, and his speech was normal. Of course, he would not be a fool.

Since the old man is not a dead man or a fool, he can ignore the blade of the black scorpion, which proves that he is an expert.

But zakala, who has been in this continent for many years, has never heard of such an expert who does not pay attention to his own dress.

"Who are you?"

Zakara looked at the old man with cheetah like vigilance.

The black scorpion also stopped moving, pulled the girl to open her mouth, cleaned her own hygiene, put on her pants, raised her hand, pushed the girl to the ground and sat down again.

The whole action of black scorpion is as natural as flowing water without any affectation.

"As I said, my name is old man."

The old man then went to another reclining chair and sat down. He put his hands on his body with his fingers crossed, just like the old man who was a little tired after finishing his farm work: "Mr. zacala, Mr. Black Scorpion, in order to see you two at the same time, I specially invited Mr. zhebras to say what he said just now."

Let the kids go, 30 million dollars each, or the father will never let you go!

The black scorpion, who never spoke after coming, finally spoke: "as far as I know, that child is a half breed, and his father should be from Asia. Who is his father? "

"A nobody's name is not worth mentioning, but he has the ability to fight and the momentum of desperation. It doesn't matter who he is. It's much better for important people to be friends with him than enemies. "

The old man is like an old man who admonishes future generations, with a kind face: "in fact, you should know that once you get angry with SOLAS, trouble will continue to happen. Why give up the future life for the sake of petty profits?"

Zacala laughed, looked at the black scorpion and said, "what's the good of that child for you?"

The black scorpion sucked his nose and said, "the European emperor will promise me to give me a piece of rich Eastern European territory. Over the years, I always covet the rich Russians. If I didn't have too many brothers, I would have made a fortune there myself. Why sign a non-interference treaty with the European emperor? What's in your favor, zacala? "

"It took me 47 years to know that there is another product in the world that can make people unable to extricate themselves, but has no side effects on people."

Zakara said with a smile: "I think this product will definitely be loved by the rich. If it can become a South American agent, it will certainly have a special significance for the current recession."

Black scorpion also laughed: "you want a new drug, I want to spread the business field, we will give up these because of 30 million dollars, and the name of the George family?"

"What do you say?"

When zacala asked, he and the black scorpion laughed together.

"Well, I'm also moved by what he said. Although the child has not left your territory, I think he has to go through my territory to return to the United States. I wonder if I can get the new goods? "

"Greed is the greatest sin of human death."

The old man stood up from his chair, trembling, disappointed and unwilling: "can you think about it again? The father of that child is really powerful - if I guess correctly, he is on his way now, and he has enough power to destroy all of you at present. "

The black scorpion smiles and waves his hand. The thin blade makes a sound of breaking the air and flies to the old man.

This time, he didn't show mercy and ran to the old man's throat.

Since the negotiations have failed, there is no need for the envoys to go back alive.

Zakara didn't move, but zhebras raised his hand and yelled: "hi..."

He wanted to stop the black scorpion from killing the old man.

He felt that there was no need to provoke the powerful Georges for a new drug and business in Eastern Europe.

If something happens to that child, I believe that the queen of finance will make the most sharp counterattack immediately, which is absolutely a disaster for the country of zebras.

Zacala is a Colombian and black scorpion is a Brazilian. Naturally, they don't care whether Cuba will be subject to economic blockade again.

Unfortunately, the action he stopped was much slower than the black scorpion's blade.

As for the old man, he didn't react as quickly as zakala thought he was an expert. At most, he was still calm and wanted to smack his old face.

When the blade was about to cut the old man's throat, and the blood was splashing, all the people on the scene heard a light Ding sound. The red wine bottle on the table on zacala's left side made a bang, and the bright red wine splashed all over his face like blood.

"Ah, there are snipers!"

The two men in charge of the guard immediately rushed to protect zakala, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the direction of the bullet - there was a large coastal coconut forest, more than 3000 meters away.

When zacala chose this seaside villa, he considered that there would be snipers hiding in the coconut forest to plot against himself, so he chose the villa farthest away from the coconut forest.

It's more than 3000 meters, but it's three kilometers. Even if you can see such a long distance at a glance at the seaside, what's the change so that you can accurately fly a blade flying at high speed in the air in the coconut forest three kilometers away?

Now that you can shoot a flying blade, if you want to snipe zakala and others, isn't that more than enough?

Cold sweat, all of a sudden from zakala's forehead, but soon he understood, pushed aside the two guards who protect him: if the old man wants to kill himself, that too much sniper can do it, does the old man still need to come to see him and talk about terms with him?

The old man came to understand that even if zakala and others were sniped, their subordinates would deal with the child more fiercely - which also shows the importance of the child, so that the old man and others did not dare to act rashly, so they came to negotiate.

The old man looked at the black scorpion who got up from the couch and said faintly, "ladies and gentlemen, I'll ask for the last time, can we settle this matter peacefully?"

"No

Black scorpion took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "my personal life and death is nothing compared with the interests of the group. If we want to let that child go, we can't do it. "

"Alas."

The old man sighed and said nothing more. He turned and walked to the rooftop door, shaking his head as he walked. It was a pity.

"Mr. old man, please wait for me!"

Zobras suddenly caught up with him. After a few steps, he stopped and looked at zakala. He said with a smile, "my dear brother, you know, I really don't want you to accept his negotiation. Because now I finally believe that we can't afford that child. "