White, a famous British businessman, has investments all over the world. His favorite activity is hunting for flowers. After he has played with all kinds of girls, he turns his attention to the east, aiming at the most mysterious North Korea.
In his view, North Korean women are more reserved and conservative than Chinese women, but they are as beautiful as women from any other Asian country, such as China, Japan, and South Korea.
Ten million US dollars is just a drop in the bucket for him. Ten million US dollars can enjoy a happy life in North Korea for a year. As long as it is within the time limit, he can come here at any time to enjoy the mysterious and reserved North Korean women.
On the large pink water bed, White, who is nearly 50 years old, is still majestic, hugging a North Korean woman and rushing wildly. There are various utensils beside the bed, including a chair covered with cold iron chains.
The North Korean woman pinned under him just gritted her teeth and endured it, without any happiness at all.
"I like the expressions of you women in bed the most, especially the frowning brows, hahaha..."
White was breathing heavily, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
"I would actually enjoy it if you frowned." A cold voice sounded.
"Who!" White suddenly let go of the woman in his arms, turned around and saw Yan Fenghuo standing behind him.
The woman immediately shrank to the bed and covered her body with a blanket.
"I declare!" Yan Fenghuo raised the computer in his left hand and said with a smile: "Let's start the robbery now. I don't want violent and bloody scenes. Because I am a qualified robber, and I am also a robber who does not like violence.
guilty."
"Okay, how much do you need?" White immediately calmed down and reached for his checkbook.
Yan Fenghuo smiled, walked forward, put the computer on the table, and slowly pulled out a sharp saber from his waist.
Seeing this scene, White became even calmer. Being able to create such a big family business, what kind of scene has he not seen before?
"Friend, don't show your knife, otherwise it will ruin the atmosphere. Do you know about the civil war in Somalia? Maybe you don't know, but I have experienced it personally. I have helped..."
"puff!"
"ah!!!……"
The saber plunged into White's shoulder without warning, and after a half-circle, it was pulled out even with the skin and flesh. As the saber was withdrawn, a stream of blood spurted out, causing White to clutch the wound and scream like a pig.
Wail.
"Do you know who I am?" Yan Fenghuo shook his blood-stained saber and said with a smile: "The man whose life was bought by the Jewish consortium."
White's wailing stopped, and there was deep fear in his eyes. The person whose life was bought by the Jewish consortium is not terrible. What is terrible is that the person whose life was bought can still survive intact, and let the Jewish consortium maintain absolute silence.
.
"Money, give, give, give..."
Yan Fenghuo was happy, turned on the computer and said: "Transfer one billion US dollars to this account. I said that I am a qualified robber. One billion US dollars is not too much, is it?"
At this time, let alone one billion U.S. dollars, even if it were ten billion U.S. dollars, White would not have any hesitation. In comparison, life is much more important than money.
One billion US dollars was smoothly transferred to the account provided by Yan Fenghuo, and the string of zeros was so beautiful that it couldn't be added to.
"Thank you." Yan Fenghuo smiled at White and said: "Mr. White, although I was robbing, you still did me a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me and I can solve anything for you. How about that?
Let's do this, you transfer another one billion US dollars, and I will apply for a VIP card for you. When you need me, the commission required will be directly deducted from the VIP membership card, which is a 20% discount."
Enduring the severe pain, White transferred another billion dollars to Yan Fenghuo without hesitation.
"Pa", Yan Fenghuo closed the computer with satisfaction, turned around and walked out.
White covered the wound on his shoulder with a sheet, feeling extremely angry. But in the end, he did not shout loudly and chose to remain silent.
Ten minutes later, Yan Fenghuo kicked open another room and walked in with a gun.
"Bang!"
The bullet penetrated the thigh of a Canadian businessman, causing blood to flow profusely.
"Transfer one billion U.S. dollars to this account, don't ask why, because it's robbery." Yan Fenghuo stared at the other party with a murderous look on his face.
"Asshole!" the Canadian businessman reached under the pillow.
"Bang!"
Yan Fenghuo did not hesitate to pull the trigger again and shot the Canadian businessman through the shoulder.
"Ah!...You bastard, I'm going to kill you!!!"
"Bang!"
What greeted him was the third shot, which penetrated his other thigh.
"Canadian Mafia? You look very cool. I'll give you five seconds to transfer the money." Yan Fenghuo shook his gun and smiled like a big boy next door.
The Canadian businessman used his good right arm to quickly transfer money, and then stared at Yan Fenghuo with a fierce look on his face.
"Thank you, but I don't like the way you look at me. What I fear most is revenge, so..."
"No!"
"Bang!"
The bullet pierced the merchant's forehead, and a pile of blood stained the white sheets red, gradually gathering into a puddle...
"Da da da..." "Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Gunshots were heard in the corridor, and Cui Enyun was not to be outdone. He led his soldiers, masked, disguised as robbers and carried out the robbery with guns.
"Money! I want money! Hurry!!!"
"I have no money anymore..."
"Da da da da da da..."
The sound of heavy machine guns sounded, and the businessman was beaten to death and lay in a pool of blood.
The robbery continued, one house after another. In the end, Cui Enyun was no longer satisfied with robbing one house after another. Instead, he chose to gather all the businessmen on the top floor of the fifteenth floor and let them kneel there neatly.
"I am a terrorist!" Cui Enyun stared at the blood-red eyes that were only exposed: "I want money! Each person has 100 million US dollars. If I can't get it, I will choose extreme methods!"
"We are legitimate businessmen protected by North Korea, you terrorists..."
"Tie him up!" Cui Enyun interrupted the businessman and issued a rude order.
Two soldiers disguised as robbers immediately dragged the businessman forward and tied him tightly to the iron gate.
An RPG-7 rocket launcher was carried by Cui Enyun. He turned his head and said coldly: "If you still want money rather than life, he will be your fate."
After finishing speaking, Cui Enyun aimed the bazooka at the wailing businessman and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and a ball of flames shot straight into the sky. The businessman's body was instantly blown to pieces by the rocket bomb, and countless pieces of meat and internal organs were scattered like raindrops.
Cui Enyun's eyes became redder when he killed a businessman with a rocket launcher, and his whole person was full of bloodlust.
Under such violence, a small number of businessmen immediately chose to give money, but most businessmen simply did not have that much money. With 100 million US dollars, how many people in this world can earn 100 million US dollars!
The merchants who paid the money were let go, and most of the remaining merchants did not have so much money.
"Cut off one hand!" Cui Enyun ordered.
After receiving the order, the soldier drew his knife and viciously chopped off one of the merchants' palms, regardless of their pleas for mercy.
"ah!!!……"
"Let me go, let me go, ah!!!"
"..."
Howling in agony, the businessmen kneeling in a row held their bare left wrists and cried bitterly. They had never imagined that they would experience such an experience in North Korea, and in a protected building.
No one came at all, despite the deafening sound of gunfire.
"Shut up!" Cui Enyun said in a cold voice.
Everyone immediately closed their mouths tightly and gritted their teeth to endure the severe pain in their bodies.
"Fifty million."
"I have it! I have it!"
"Me too, me too!"
"..."
Seven or eight businessmen immediately stated that they had 50 million, and immediately reported their bank account numbers to make transfers.
"Let them go." Cui Enyun waved his hand, stared at the remaining businessmen and said: "Cut off one of their legs!"
"No, no, no, I'm willing to give up all my money..."
"Ka! Ka! Ka!..."
A crisp sound was heard along with an even more miserable howl, and the remaining businessman's left leg was chopped off alive.
"25 million." Cui Enyun said coldly.
"I have……"
"I have……"
When the last seven merchants were left, Cui Enyun's price had reached five million. The arms and legs of these seven merchants had been removed, and they were lying on the ground near death.
Cui Enyun took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air and raised a palm.
The heavy machine gun was immediately set up and opened fire on the last seven businessmen.
"Da da da... da da da..."
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, hundreds of bullets poured out, turning the businessmen on the ground into meat.
"Huh..." Cui Enyun breathed out, took off the black cloth on his face, sat on the ground and checked the money in his account.
He is now a terrorist, a crazy terrorist.
After closing the computer, Cui Enyun led the soldiers and ran downstairs.
There was no one under the building, but in an invisible place, countless North Korean soldiers stood there and were only allowed to enter but not to leave.
Yan Fenghuo had already come downstairs and was standing there smoking a cigarette leisurely. His laptop was thrown to the ground, lying in pieces.
"Let's go!" Cui Enyun nodded to Yan Fenghuo.
The two people walked quickly forward, and after getting out of sight of the building, they got into a car and drove straight to the club.
Masked soldiers followed them, while another group of soldiers entered the building to clean up the mess.
Ten minutes later, fierce gunshots were heard in the clubhouse, which lasted for less than three minutes and fell into absolute silence.
Whether it was the businessmen who stayed in the club, or the staff and women in the club, they were all slaughtered.
At four o'clock in the morning, Yan Fenghuo, Cui Eun-yun, who put on the military uniform again, and Jin Ji were taken to the deepest People's Army garrison area in Pyongyang.
This is an area under the absolute control of Jin Sanpang. It is impossible to enter without anyone taking it with you.
After entering the security area with ten posts, one post and five posts, Yan Fenghuo lit a cigarette and took a long puff, his eyes exuding a calm and wise light. He knew very well that the real crisis was next.
If you are not careful, you will die without a burial place.