"You...you are Chinese?"!

Although he couldn't understand what Qin Feng was talking about, Alejandro could still tell which country the other person's language belonged to. So after hearing Qin Feng's words, Alejandro's blood-stained face showed a smile.

An expression of extreme shock.

Alejandro never expected that the person who had been plotting against him for most of the day was actually a Chinese who had nothing to do with the Mafia or the Yamaguchi-gumi.

"I understand, you are from Bai, you are from Hongmen..."

Although Alejandro had reached the point where he was exhausted, his brain was still useful. He sighed and said: "The Chinese are indeed the most proficient in attacking and killing. One of my instructors back then was Chinese...

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In the early years, the Siberian Training Camp was a subordinate organization attached to the Russian Special Operations Army Training Camp. However, after some foreign predators became involved, it broke away from the Russian army and became a pure training organization.

This organization includes elites from all countries in the world. Of course, these elites have nothing to do with the financial IT industry. What they are proficient in are killing techniques.

At that time, the person in charge of hiding and attacking in the training camp was an old man from China.

A Chinese instructor once took more than 30 students from a training camp into an African country that was at war, and successfully assassinated the largest warlord in that country at the time.

During this process, the Chinese instructors showed all kinds of incredible concealment and killing skills. Almost everything Alejandro knows now was learned from the Chinese instructors at that time.

So even though the old man was over sixty years old, in the instructor assessment before the graduation ceremony, no one dared to challenge the Chinese old man, which shows how prestigious he is.

"Alessandro, come on, die like a warrior!"

Although Qin Feng couldn't hear what Alessandro was saying because of his ears, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside the woods. He didn't want to drag him any longer and walked forward.

"Damn..."

Seeing that his strategy was not successful, Alessandro's eyes showed a trace of evil. He leaned heavily on the big tree with his back, supported himself on the ground with one foot, and rushed towards Qin Feng with his huge body.

Having been on the verge of death for many years, Alessandro's tenacity in life is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even when the fuel is exhausted, he can still deliver a fatal blow.

At the very front of Alessandro's body is his right hand.

In order not to alert others, Alejandro hid the black dagger in the palm of his hand. He expected that this sharp blade, which had killed countless enemies, would pierce Qin Feng's chest.

"Well done!"

Seeing Alejandro rushing towards him, Qin Feng seemed to be slow to react and just turned his body slightly to avoid Alejandro's right hand.

Normally, Alejandro would have had a last resort, but now his right foot was broken and he couldn't even stand firmly after landing. After the pounce failed, Alejandro suddenly felt cold.

Before the opponent could make another move, Qin Feng's hands suddenly wrapped around Alejandro's right arm and made a twisting movement. Following Qin Feng's action, Alejandro let out a miserable cry.

Call.

"I...my hand..."

Alejandro clearly felt that just when Qin Feng avoided his body, his right arm felt cold and fell to the ground at the base of his elbow.

"You can go see Satan..." Qin Feng pulled his hands outward and shook violently, and there was a sound of tightening steel wires between his hands.

Then Qin Feng pushed his feet hard on the ground, flipped over Alejandro's head, but his hands were wrapped around Alejandro's neck.

"Tightrope?"

A bright light flashed in front of Alessandro's eyes, and he finally figured out what had cut off his right leg and arm. It was actually a thin invisible wire rope.

"No...I won't die!"

The haze of death shrouded Alejandro's heart. Although the murder was unreasonable, when death came to him, Alejandro was still unwilling to accept it.

"People will die eventually."

Qin Feng's voice rang in Alejandro's ears, and then Alejandro felt a chill on his neck, and a column of blood pushed his head away from his body.

"Save me... Come and save me..." Before his consciousness disappeared, Alessandro saw his men running towards the woods.

But this was also the last scene in his life. After a few tenths of a second, darkness swallowed up all of Alessandro's consciousness, and the bloody head fell heavily on the grass.

"Putting it in Shi Qinghu's hands really wrongs you..."

Qin Feng gently pushed Alessandro's still standing body, stretched his hands, and a blood droplet bounced off the wire saw, and the thin alloy steel wire disappeared into the air.

In terms of jungle assassination, the wire saw is even better than Qin Feng's life-killing needle.

The sharpness of this thing was beyond Qin Feng's imagination. Alessandro's thick leg bones were cut through the root with one mistake of the wire saw, which was even sharper than a chainsaw.

"Alessandro, are you there?"

The Italians outside the forest had also heard Alessandro's roar just now. Now they were holding their guns and cautiously heading into the woods.

Looking at the Italians who were already more than 20 meters away, Qin Feng lowered his body, grabbed the dagger that originally belonged to Alessandro from the ground, and disappeared behind the lush trees in a few flashes.

"Hell, I...I stepped on a head..."

Just three minutes after Qin Feng left, an Italian stepped on a man's head while walking, scaring him so much that he screamed repeatedly.

"Alessandro...is it Alessandro?!" Some of the brave people nearby used their guns to shoot him! When he lowered his head, he immediately saw Alessandro's unblinking eyes.

"God, it was... who killed Alessandro?"

Several people who were searching the woods all made a sound of inhalation. As Alejandro's most direct subordinates, they naturally knew how terrifying this Alejandro was.

A few years ago, when fighting for territory with Vietnamese gangs, Alejandro once killed dozens of Vietnamese in one night without getting hurt. In the eyes of these men, Alejandro was as scary as a devil.

So when they saw Alejandro's head, everyone's brains went blank. They originally thought that Alejandro, who was related to Satan, would never die.

"God, God must have killed Alejandro." One of them murmured to himself. Maybe only God can take away Alejandro's life?

Looking at the former boss, these Italians had complicated expressions.

You know, although Alejandro led the New York Mafia organization to expand its territory, he was also a moody person. Many people in the family who disobeyed him died inexplicably.

Therefore, when Alejandro was alive, even his father, who was a prostitute and was the nominal mafia godfather, did not dare to speak out.

But now that Alejandro died, these people suddenly realized that the New York Mafia organization was about to change, and they should find another way out.

As for the desire to avenge Alejandro, no one in the venue could think of it. Even if God did not kill Alejandro, how could they offend someone who could kill Alejandro?

Started?

"It was the Japanese who killed Alessandro. We must return to our family as soon as possible." After moving Alessandro's body back to the front of the church, after a brief discussion, the Italians agreed.

In fact, everything is obvious. The dead bodies in front of the church are not only Japanese but also Italian. It is obvious that they are the result of a firefight.

One of the Italians, who was lying on a corpse crying with tears in his eyes, raised his head and shouted loudly: "Kill those Japanese and avenge my cousin!"

One of the main reasons why the Italian Mafia rarely produces traitors and it is difficult for the police to obtain evidence is that members of the Mafia basically have various connections.

Just like the people who died at the scene, most of them were related to the people at the scene. There were even two people here who were Alejandro's cousins.

"Yes, kill the Japanese, and report the news to the old man quickly..." A lively person echoed. After Alejandro's death, the Godfather of the New York Mafia will surely restore its former glory.

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"Let's take our brothers and go back quickly!"

Everyone hurriedly packed the dozen corpses left behind by the Mafia into the three cars they drove in. A few minutes later, the car with black smoke left the church.

A huge storm started brewing after the car drove away. In the near future, the United States will usher in the most serious gang fight in history, even alarming the President of the United States.

"Qin Feng, how are you?"

"Qin Feng, please reply quickly!"

"Qin Feng, if you don't reply, I will go find you!"

When Qin Feng was about to confront Alejandro, he turned off his phone. When he turned it on again, Liu Zimo's text messages kept popping up, and his anxiety was all reflected in the words.

"You're fine, I'm back. See you at the same place..." Qin Feng replied with a few words briefly and rushed towards the place agreed with Liu Zimo.

More than ten minutes later, Qin Feng, who had walked through the woods for seven or eight miles, finally saw the pickup truck parked at the edge of the woods. Standing at the door of the pickup truck was none other than Liu Zimo.

"Qin Feng, you...how did you become like this?"

When Qin Feng appeared in front of Liu Zimo, Liu Zimo almost didn't recognize Qin Feng. The blood solidified on Qin Feng's face made him look like a ghost.

"What did you say? I can't hear..."

Qin Feng waved his hand. He didn't know if there was something wrong with his eardrums. Twenty or thirty minutes had passed since the explosion, but Qin Feng's ears still couldn't hear any sound.

"Damn, you...don't you die and become a ghost?" Liu Zimo took off the sunglasses on his face, glanced behind Qin Feng, and then calmed down, because he clearly saw

Qin Feng's shadow.

"Go away, you are the ghost."

Qin Fenghui, who knew how to speak well, cursed, opened the car door, got in, and said to Abao who was sitting in the driver's seat: "Brother Bao, drive and take me back to the city..."

"Ah...Qin...Brother Qin, you...are you okay?" Abao, who habitually started the car after hearing Qin Feng's words, looked at Qin Feng and was so frightened that he almost didn't push away.

Jump out of the car door.

"Why aren't you driving yet?"

Since A Bao was not speaking to Qin Feng, Qin Feng could not see his mouth shape. After waiting for a long time and seeing A Bao making no movement, Qin Feng could not help but frown.

However, when Qin Feng frowned, Abao's body trembled even more violently. He turned the key with his right hand several times, but failed to start the car.

To say that Abao has been with Bai Zhentian for more than ten years, he has seen a lot. But the murderous aura emanating from Qin Feng just now scared him so much that he almost peed in his crotch.
To be continued...