The night is charming, the night breeze is cool, the beauty leaves, and longs for a long time.

If Mu Zigang put aside the trivial matters of the world, be willing to be lonely, stay in a quiet place and live a paradise without disputes, that would be a beautiful story.

The cell phone in the trouser pocket vibrated. Mu Zigang took it out and looked at the screen. When he thought of the mistress's transaction, he felt a headache again. He pressed Junk and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Fourth brother, I miss you." The mistress said with a thick face.

"If you have a fart, I don't need men to like it." Mu Zigang got on the mistress's sailing boat, so he had to be more careful at any time, otherwise he would be sold by this kid and he would think he was a good old man.

"I'm here at Maofengshan Factory now, Fourth Brother, when will you come?" The mistress asked politely, with three people standing beside her, all of whom were old brothers who had been through life and death in the Middle East.

"I will appear when it should appear." Mu Zigang was so upset that if he hadn't wanted to make a big profit in starting a business, he wouldn't take this risk. He stayed in a quiet place and kissed Qiuxue's lips. How beautiful the picture would be.

"Fourth brother, can you bring your people here now? Let's all assign tasks together to avoid accidental injury when you act tomorrow." The mistress expressed her concern, after all, bullets don't have eyes.

"Is there any new situation?" Mu Zigang heard what the mistress said.

"At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I received a call from an old friend on the YN border, saying that there were four top foreign killers and pretending to cross the border. If I was right, they should have come to us in a group." The mistress was very informed because the intelligence agency in the family gave him a lot of intelligence support. No matter how big the matter was, his old Zhang would help him settle it, as long as he guaranteed that he would not die.

"I will take the three of you to the foot of Maofeng Mountain before 6 a.m. You should carefully observe the terrain inside and around the factory." Mu Zigang finished speaking and was about to hang up the phone, "Where is Miss Rong?"

"You have left two reliable brothers to protect them, so don't worry!" The mistress played with the flashlight in her left hand, sitting on the top floor of the factory, looking around.

After Mu Zigang hung up the phone, the mistress stood up, put the phone in her pocket, inserted the flashlight into the belt around her waist, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers."

"My third young master, it's not hard work." The three of them replied in unison.

"I thought the war would end with you three back to China. Unexpectedly, some people still want our lives!" The mistress took out a pack of sh cigarettes, threw one of them, lit them, and took a deep breath.

"You three are all my grandfather's old subordinates. They are not young anymore. They should have lived some happy days, but they still fought with me. The mistress thanked me again here." The mistress was full of worries, and it felt strange to the people around her tonight.

"The three of us were raised by Mr. Zhang since childhood. We were born from the Zhang family and died from the Zhang family. The third young master, don't say these polite words. Is this different from the past?" Zhang Kui asked, while smoking and wiping the micro pistol with his hands, he did not take life and death too seriously.

"In this transaction, even the Qiksha Organization received invitations. I think the situation is a bit complicated. If the boss and grandfather behind the Qiksha Organization had some friendship, I would not have realized the seriousness of the problem. The other party had invested three times the transaction amount." The mistress took another deep breath and vomited a ball of smoke. "Fortunately, the Qiksha Organization did not participate in the assassination mission in mainland China, otherwise we would be attacked from both sides."

"Why did the Arab side disclose such important information to the Qisha Organization? Don't they know that the Qisha Organization has a close relationship with the Chinese side?" Zhang Wu did not understand the reason and asked more.

"Maybe it's because my surname is Zhang! I want to remind the military and leave a way out for myself!" The mistress knew the wishful thinking of the Arab businessmen, and they were also worried that Zhang Sanwanyi was the successor trained by the Zhang family for a lot of money. Then, as intermediaries, they killed Zhang San. Their companies in China would definitely be crazy revenge by the Zhang family.

The Arabs invited the Seven Killing Organization, which proved that they had done what they should do and they were also very afraid of the European and American alliance consortiums. Therefore, as intermediaries, the Arabs were willing to pay this huge sum of money to buy two favors and not offend them.

As for whether China has the ability to keep these cross-border killers, it is the matter between them. On the Arab side, it doesn’t matter whether the money is paid or whether the favors are needed.

"Mr. Lady, go and have a rest first. The three of us went down to draw a few simple pictures of the inside and around the factory." Zhang Long said, throwing the spark-emitting cigarette butt on the sole of his feet and stepping on it.

In Zhang Long's opinion, if the other party wants to kill the mistress, he must first step over his body.

"Okay, be careful." The little three watched them put on their night vision glasses, began to meditate, folded their hands together, leaned their backs against the wall, and began to practice. Their mental power began to be released, and everything around them was under his control.

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At the headquarters of the Qisha Organization, Boss Lin sat on the sofa, looked at the information of the killer who had crossed the boundaries, and asked thoughtfully: "What do Qisha Group thinks about this?"

"Boss, we have done everything we should do. We should not interfere in the open." Lin Yi, the leader of the Qisha Group, held a cotton swab to clean his earwax, not caring about the opinions of the other people around him. He likes to disguise and usually looks careless, but no one who knows him will think so. He is the eyes of the Qisha Group. Lin Yi is responsible for information collection, reconnaissance, and weapon transportation.

"Boss, if Mr. Zhang asks us to take action, we must not give this face, but Mr. Zhang received your text message reminder and has never replied. We can't work in vain and be stared at by the blood cell special forces team on the surface!" The leader of the second killing team Tang Hong held a nail clipper and was quenching his nails. Boss Lin was her husband. In front of the leaders of each group, she called Boss Lin the boss. She was Zky's smartest and youngest scientist, weapon inventor, and the "blood red lotus" that was terrified in the world's killer world.

"Does the triple killing team have any opinions?" Boss Lin asked.

"Actually, I can't stand the top ten killers. If it were me, I would have taken them all in one fell swoop. Boss, you don't know. According to my knowledge on the border, four guys who crossed the border passed by a village and touched the homes of civilians while the night was falling, and raped four good women. Such scumbags who dared to enter China would make them come and go." Huang Chong, the third killing group, said angrily.

"What do you think of the Four Killing Group?" Boss Lin asked.

"I think "Death" shouldn't want us to intervene!" Zhang Caixia, the organization of the Four Killing Group, was applying her face with a mask. She was beautiful, wise and skilled. She was the most beautiful female killer in the entire Seven Killing Group and the most profitable female killer. She even had a cooperation with Mu Zigang in the Middle East War Zone. She knew that Mu Zigang was a very outstanding man, but unfortunately she couldn't sleep with him and missed a feeling of heartache.

"Sister Zhang, are you starting to miss him?" Ye Feng, the leader of the fifth group, joked. He is the youngest and has the strongest combat power when he kills people.

"How can you, Sister Zhang, not think about it? Death is the first man in the world who dares to peek at Xiao Zhang in a bath. I admire him very much. If I have the chance to meet him next time, I must ask for a glass of wine." Bai Wuchang, the leader of the sixth group, showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, pointing out the relationship between Zhang Caixia and Mu Zigang.

"That's definitely not a wedding banquet, haha... do you think I'm at a disadvantage?" Zhang Caixia stood up, walked behind Bai Wuchang and Ye Feng, rubbed her pink fists, and Bai Wuchang said calmly: "Don't hit it hard, I'm such an old bone."

"Boss, I have a stomachache, so go and make it easier." Ye Feng wanted to disperse immediately. Seeing Zhang Caixia's smiling face, cold sweat broke out behind him, but he couldn't control his stinky mouth. Ten thousand people were unhappy to eat her pink poisonous fist again.
Chapter completed!