.At 9 o'clock in the evening of Moscow, a black Hummer H2 was flying on the road. There were a large number of optical fiber light lighting sets in the body of the 9:9 meter, independent three-zone bar-style dialogue seats, crystal wine utensils reflected by the lights, equipped with hi-fi audio and large LCD TVs on three sides, all of which showed extreme luxury. The unique fierce head of the Hummer drove into the Volgograd block with a strong roar, as the most chaotic one in Moscow.

Whether it is a red light district, an underground bar, or a large nightclub, the gang members often conduct underground smuggling and various illegal transactions here. Lin Feng sat on the genuine leather sand in the carriage holding a wine glass and whispering something with a golden man beside him. From the badge of the golden man with a blood-red crown engraved on his chest, he represents his identity: one of the middle and high-level decision makers of the "Ska" family, which is dominated by the Russian gangster, is one of the middle and high-level decision-makers of the "Ska" family, who is dominating Moscow.

Soon the Hummer stopped in front of a large nightclub. Lin Feng and the Jin Qingren had just got out of the car and walked into the gate. More than a dozen white strong men nodded and bowed to greet them. Before they could speak, they were driven away by the Jin Qingren with disgust. Although they were driven away, they did not dare to leave. More than a dozen people surrounded the three of them and walked in. As soon as they stepped into the gate, they remembered the "babyki11er" of the devour band. Unlike ordinary debauchery and chaos, there was no steel pipe next to them.

The twisted naked woman, there are no young people with a pinhole, and there are no girls who are beaten after taking too many drugs. There are only the majestic and mad performances of the Death Metal Band on the stage, which is like a devil's moan. Extreme metal reflected in this inhuman singing style. Pure cruel death is the real violent note. The box here is also in the form of an opera house. The center of everything is this band composed of the craziest and cruel musical genius in the world. The violent resonance makes Lam Feng a regular since he first came here.

When Valov saw Lin Feng and his men enter, he shouted with a smile: "Hahaha, Lin, you are finally here. Now I'm relying on you to make a living... Lord Sergey!" Then Jin Qingnian appeared and choked back what he continued to say. He immediately stood up to greet him. By redeeming gold that could almost be piled up from the main god, Diamond Lin Feng easily controlled a large amount of arms transactions. As for the threats and exclusions of those gangs, there was no need to consider them. Although there were contracts and night watchmen, the Sun guards composed of dark aliens were not something that could be shaken by mere gangs.

The people sitting in the private room were basically some arms merchants and some local gangs. Although they were completely different from the Ska family, they were also considered aliens in the local area. At this time, a brown young man next to Valov attracted Lin Feng's attention. The man turned out to be a werewolf Alonso. He held a wine glass with bright red liquid and lowered his head and thought about something. After several night watchmen were killed by suspected gang members with heavy firepower last time, some members of the Sun Watch began to have close contact with the gang. Under the influence of this craze for arms, there was nothing strange that Alonso appeared here.

As Sergey and Lin Feng arrived, Valov said, "The goods that the Alonso brothers wanted were really good... So today we can only invite everyone to discuss and discuss. "While speaking, looking at Sergey carefully, not only Valov was very restrained except Lin Feng and Alonso. Sergey said lightly: "Today I just follow Lin to play, don't worry about me." After that, he closed his eyes and leaned on the sand to enjoy the music.

Although everyone was still a little restrained when they talked, it was much better than before. After receiving the order, several arms dealers shook their heads and said, "Whether it is a grenade, a large-caliber revolver or a variety of machine guns, they are easy to deal with, but grenade launchers and heavy sniper rifles with infrared sights are really troublesome. As for the missile launchers, this is really..."

An old man with silver head said, "Yes, the check of the note has been tight recently. The previous ones have taken great risks. This batch of this batch is too dangerous." Alonso knew this set of Alonso, if he sold a large amount of heavy firepower to others so easily, who would know if these weapons would be used on his head on one day? He originally planned to deal with it himself now seems that he would still have to trouble Lin Feng, the arms dealer. If it weren't for the contract's restrictions, how could he take these things seriously? He thought to himself: "When the contract breaks down, it will be your death period. I will dig out your heart one by one!"

At this time, Alonso's cell phone suddenly remembered. After answering it, he had just said a few words, but his expression changed drastically. Lin Feng looked at him and said sorry, then left hurriedly.

The buyer left these merchants and left nothing, and the gangsters came for supervision. Every large number of or heavy firepower arms transactions had to be sold after these people nodded before they could be sold. Looking at Sergei, who was full of impatient faces, they dared not stay. After saying sorry, they hurriedly left. When Valov and the others left completely, Sergei said: "These guys finally left, a group of damn guys, they really thought I could not see them for so long."

"Lin Feng smiled and said, "Haha, don't take them to heart, let's go too." After that, the two left the room and passed the elevator to a closed private room. On the sand was a man with a dark brown short thirty years old and full of vicissitudes. After seeing Lin Feng and Sergei come in, he stood up and said, "Hello, my name is Yuriolov, I hope we can cooperate happily..."

At the same time, a gray van slowly stopped in front of an office building on Balaclava Street. More than a dozen strong men in full armed hands holding submachine guns kicked open the door lock and rushed upstairs along the stairs. A middle-aged man with a head full of windings just opened the door and greeted him with a slalom bullet. In an instant, dozens of bullet holes were swept out all over his body and fell heavily to the ground. After kicking the body open, several people rushed in cursingly, and didn't look at whether there were anyone in the room just sweeping...
Chapter completed!