Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 308 Sorry, I don’t eat coriander

It seemed that there was something wrong with the transformer, and the fluorescent lights on the roof were flickering.

The lights in the house flickered, and the scene was like a horror movie reflected in reality.

And that seems to be the case.

There were large bloody handprints on the wall.

There were several fresh corpses lying on the ground in a mess.

The blood gathered in a large pool on the floor, emitting a strong smell of rust.

Qin Feng was covered in wounds, and faced with twenty to thirty armed enemies at once, he found it difficult to withstand them even with his [Invincible] activated.

He sat at a table, dipped tweezers into the bottle of alcohol, and carefully treated several wounds on his body.

Beside him, knelt a black-faced man with a painful expression.

Strictly speaking, it's not that men want to kneel.

But his knees were broken by Qin Feng, so he could only kneel on the ground.

"Damn bastard, who the hell are you?"

"Can't you see?" Qin Feng glanced at him: "I am a man."

The other party seemed to have not expected such an answer, so he threatened with gritted teeth.

"No matter who you are, you will definitely pay the price for this. You can't get away! Do you know where this place is? You will definitely regret it!"

"Run? Why would I run? And do you think I regret it now?"

Looking at Qin Feng's actions and attitude, he seemed not to be in a hurry at all, and the man's brows furrowed again.

This time, he suppressed the severe pain in his legs and the anger in his heart, and asked through gritted teeth.

"What exactly is your purpose? What exactly do you want to do?"

"My goal is world peace."

The man was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.

He found that this man was most likely a lunatic.

No matter what questions you ask him, his answers are completely irrelevant.

But his skills are so amazing and his shooting is so accurate.

This made him really unsure of Qin Feng's identity, so he asked tentatively.

"Where are you from? Southeast Asia, or..."

"You guessed right. My name is Shaka and I'm from Southeast Asia."

"Shaka....Are you a mercenary?"

"That's understandable. We also smuggle some white flour occasionally."

Qin Feng gave all kinds of random answers, but the man really believed them.

Just as this guy was secretly guessing the purpose of his doing this.

Qin Feng had already treated several wounds on his body and put on his shirt and coat again.

He held a captured pistol, playing with it in his hand, and said, "You've asked enough questions. Now it's my turn to ask you."

The man looked at him warily: "What do you want to know?"

Qin Feng asked: "Where is Lessinger?"

The man's eyes widened in horror: "Your target is him? Haha, are you here to make fun of me? You are looking for death!"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you know him very well?"

The man looked at him carefully, but the paint on Qin Feng's face was too thick.

Therefore, I can’t see his true appearance at all.

Judging from his skin color, he is Asian.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qin Feng made up a story: "The situation is this: that guy lost a lot of money to my employer at the gambling table, and I was asked by him to come to him to collect the debt."

"You also know that to deal with some deadbeats, you have to use more special methods."

The man's eyes widened in shock. "So, you, you killed so many of us just to come to Lessinger to collect a debt on behalf of your employer?"

Qin Feng nodded: "What else? I don't know where he is, but I know that killing you will definitely alert him."

The man was furious. He had considered many situations, but he never expected that it was just because of a gambling debt.

And as far as he knew, the big shots seemed to really like going to the casino to play cards.

Therefore, he speculated that what the other party said was most likely true.

This guy really came to collect debts.

"Tell me, where is he?" Qin Feng said lightly: "Tell me, and I will let you go."

"I, I don't know..." The man shook his head.

"You don't know, or do you know but don't want to say it?"

"I really don't know. My status is not enough to reach a big shot like him. How could I possibly know his details?"

Seeing that he looked sincere and didn't seem to be lying, Qin Feng could only sigh helplessly: "Then do you know anyone who can contact him or talk to him?"

The man was silent for a moment, then asked cautiously, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

Qin Feng nodded vigorously: "Of course, I swear on the honor of the Calabash Brothers Mercenary Group!"

Calabash Brothers, mercenary group?

The man had never heard of the name of this mercenary organization.

But seeing that Qin Feng swore in front of the lamp and on the honor of a mercenary, I think he would not lie.

Although the guy in front of me is hateful and unreasonable.

But as long as I can survive, it is better than anything else.

He hesitated for a moment and finally said a name, Waxi.

"What does this Waxi do and where does he live?" Qin Feng asked.

"He's in charge of the oil pipelines and lives in XX City. I once met him at a banquet, and he was bragging about how many poker hands he'd won against Lessinger..."

I heard the word oil pipeline.

Qin Feng's mouth corners suddenly lifted up.

What a pleasant surprise! It is much more valuable than this small granary in front of me.

Qin Feng asked him to point out the specific location on the map, and then put the map away as if it were a treasure.

The man gritted his teeth and said, "That's all I know. I hope you can keep your promise and let him go..."

"Do you have anything to eat here?" Qin Feng said lazily, "I'm a little hungry. Give me something to eat. When you're full, I'll take you upstairs... and let you go."

"Although our place is very remote and lacks everything, we have enough food." The man who received the promise was obviously much more relaxed.

He raised a finger and pointed toward the sky. Then, an idea suddenly struck him: "Ah, let me make you a bowl of noodles. Masala mutton noodles, you must have never tasted it!"

"Yeah." Qin Feng didn't say much, just asked him to hurry up.

The man knelt aside and took out a bucket of instant noodles from the cabinet.

After soaking it in hot water, he respectfully brought it to Qin Feng like Wu Dalang.

Qin Feng had a smile on his face from beginning to end, as warm as a spring flower.

"Come, try it, it's definitely delicious." The man said confidently.

Qin Feng looked down and his smile froze.

Because there was a handful of green stuff floating on this bowl of instant noodles.

The next second, Qin Feng raised his gun and pointed it at the man's head.

"Sorry, I don't eat cilantro."

After saying that, he pulled the trigger in the man's horrified eyes.

Bang!

The guy's body went limp and he fell to the ground.

Until his death, he never thought that he would lose his life just because he added a handful of coriander without permission.

If there is a next life, he will definitely not add coriander.

......

Qin Feng didn't even look at it and just stepped over the corpse.

Then he found a travel bag and started to search a lot.

He stuffed his bag with a lot of canned food, bread and drinking water.

He also carried a pistol and several magazines with him in case of emergency.

After doing all this, Qin Feng used a hose to pump out all the gasoline in the truck.

He poured gasoline in the warehouse and set it on fire before leaving.

Before leaving, Qin Feng also borrowed a motorcycle.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw the flames slowly engulfing the granary, illuminating half the night.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he twisted the throttle with his right hand. The motorcycle accelerated instantly like an arrow from a bow, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye...