"Young man with an oriental face, what do you want from our boss?" asked a strong man.

"It's nothing. I'm just asking him about a person. And if necessary, we can reach a certain level of cooperation."

Ning Fan took out a letter and threw it over for Chris to prepare.

The strong man opened the letter hesitantly, and there was a blood-red skull drawn on it.

"Are you from the Red Skull?"

"What do you think?"

The strong man asked several people to put down their guns. The Red Skull is the largest arms dealer in the dark world.

Apart from those countries, the Red Skull is the largest, and many of their weapons are purchased here.

"Please wait a moment and let me tell the boss what he thinks."

The strong man turned and left.

After about ten minutes, he came back and said, "Sir, please come from above!"

Ning Fan put down his wine glass and followed him to the elevator.

When we arrived at the tenth floor, we stopped, opened the door and walked out when we heard a voice: "What a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect the people from the Red Skull to take the initiative to look for me."

A dark-skinned man wearing a nightgown and holding a glass of wine in his hand walked over with a smile.

This guy is Clay from the Black Hand Gang, the largest underworld force in Pakistan.

"Mr. Clay."

"It's me, please sit down. I heard you want to discuss business with me?" Clay asked.

Ning Fan took out the photo and said, "I need the specific identity of this person."

Hearing this, Clay picked up the photo, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Easy to say, this person is a spy with multiple identities, and I happen to have his whereabouts here."

"Say your terms."

If the other party wanted to say this, he would have said it long ago. Obviously he wanted to get what he needed through trading.

"Brother, it's so refreshing, but don't worry, I will pay for it."

Clay took out a photo and handed it over. Ning Fan looked at it and said: "This thing is really difficult to handle. It is very difficult for a dark force to get rid of this thing. Without professional maintenance, it can easily destroy itself."

Because the weapon Clay wants is nothing else but the core of a nuclear weapon. Once this thing explodes, it is no joke.

Apparently Clay is too ambitious and wants to use this thing to negotiate with the government here in Pakistan.

But you must know that nuclear warheads are not weapons, and few forces in the world except a few superpowers can possess them.

Because it's so lethal, they won't risk their lives doing it.

"As long as we get it, it's easy to talk about anything," Clay said.

Ning Fan thought about it and nodded: "Okay, I'll discuss it when we get back. The price is easy to negotiate."

"Yes, to show my sincerity, I will tell you the location of this person. In fact, he is a member of the people who just organized Genesis. He has unprecedented technological power. Their goal is to..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound outside the window.

Ning Fan's hair stood on end, which was caused by the strong sense of crisis.

The next second, Clay and the people inside were all turned into a hornet's nest by the bullets fired from the window.

Da da da!!!

Ning Fan quickly turned over and hid behind the stone pillar, only to escape the disaster.

call out!!!

A thigh-thick artillery shell was fired from the plane outside, counting down, 3...2...1

Rumble!!!

The entire room and even floors ten or above were affected and collapsed.

Ning Fan had wounds all over his body, but it was still difficult to withstand the terrifying explosion, so he quickly jumped out of the broken window.

He fell on the balcony of the opposite building and endured the pain to remove the steel piece pierced into the right side of his abdomen, which was bleeding profusely.

He sealed his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, took a look at the ruined bar behind him, and quickly left the place.
Chapter completed!