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"Boss?"

Shan Xin slowly opened his eyes and found a figure sitting by the hospital bed, and when his chaotic mind gradually recovered and he saw the other party's face, he struggled and immediately tried to sit up.

Chen Liang reached out and held him down.

"You just finished surgery, you can't move around, lie down."

Only then did Shan Xin remember what had happened before.

"The operation was successful, both bullets have been taken out, but post-operative convalescence is also very important. For the next few months, you should give yourself a good vacation."

Chen Liang laughed, completely unable to see that he had just gone through a life and death crisis, and was in a relaxed state.

You can see that Shan Xin's arms and thighs are wrapped in thick bandages at this time, and mummy-like.

"How is Miss Jiang?"

Re-lay down single letter immediately asked, seems not to care about their injuries.

"She's fine, you don't have to worry."

Chen Liang said softly.

Only then did Shan Xin breathe a sigh of relief.

"Boss, that blonde woman ......"

Shan Xin wanted to say something but stopped.

He knew very well that if that helicopter hadn't appeared in time, he wouldn't be lying here now, I'm afraid he would have died on that highway.

"She is a friend of mine."

Chen Liang simply said, he now roughly understood what was going on, but could not tell Shan Xin.

"Boss, that gang of killers so reckless, must be very powerful, although we escaped this time, but can not be taken lightly, they are certainly not willing to fail, most likely will not give up."

The survival of a desperate situation, but the single letter of the expression is not much relaxed, do not find out the origin of the gang of killers, they will always live in the threat of the shroud.

"I know, but here, you don't have to worry about that aspect. This is a private hospital run by Miss Melissa, it's very confidential and safe, so just rest easy and recuperate."

Chen Liang said with relief.

Shan Xin nodded, with his status, a point by point reminder would be good, any more would be overstepping his bounds.

Meanwhile.

Bezos International Trade Group.

"Matteo, you can rest assured that it only takes a week. Your goods will be in your hands."

Inside the office, Bezos was talking on the phone with a big smile on his face.

"This is the most advanced batch of weapons in the world today, I hope they can help you to win the flag."

Madiou.

A warlord in the Middle East.

To be precise.

It was a rebel leader.

The scourge of the country and the people, infamous.

From the surface, it seems as if it is because of the existence of this group of people, which led to the Middle East perennial smoke, people do not live.

But in fact, hidden behind the curtain like Bezos this group of people, is the originator of all this.

Like them such arms dealers, war mongers, where will care about the people's life.

In their eyes, there is only profit.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and then one of his men hurried in.

Bezos frowned slightly, then said, "Mateo, that's all for now then, I hope to hear about your victory soon."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and looked at his subordinate majestically.

"What is it?"

The subordinate bent over apprehensively, "Boss, the operation has failed."

Bezos frowned.

"What operation has failed?"

As an international crime syndicate with a very large amount of business naturally, he was momentarily confused as to what exactly the subordinate was referring to.

"Those orientalists were not solved."

The subordinate further explained.

"What?!"

Bezos was so shocked and angry that he chided, "A bunch of rice buckets! What did I raise you for if you can't even do this little thing right!"

The subordinates stood honestly bent over, not daring to refute a word.

"Say!"

Bezos was full of gloom.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Boss, what exactly is the situation at the moment, we are not too clear, except that the people we sent there have now lost contact."

The subordinate reported truthfully with a stiff upper lip.

Lost connection.

In their line of work, this word is basically equated with death.

"Snap!"

Bezos slapped the table hard, making a sound that made the subordinate's heart skip half a beat.

"How is this possible?! This is the United States of America! How could those few orientalists have this kind of ability?!"

As a crime syndicate, it is naturally fast and furious.

The "Mona Lisa" was stolen and was also cheated with billions of dollars, even its brand-name killers died there, this matter has been Bezos was regarded as a great shame.

The reason why there is no action during this period of time, not because of the so-called tolerate a moment of calm, but the Dragon State regulation is strict, they can hardly act rashly, forced to do nothing, so he can only temporarily endure this anger, but which know the other party but do not know deadly initiative to run up to the door.

Because of Chen Liang's caution, although his identity has not been exposed, but as a connector of the single letter can not be hidden.

Before being blown up, Pierce Brendan and others passed back the photo information of Shanxin who was in contact with them.

The Bezos Group's intelligence network had already penetrated into the major airlines, and the moment Shanxin landed in New York, the Bezos Group received the news.

Knowing that the target had come to the doorstep, Bezos naturally could not suppress the anger in his heart, and immediately ordered the person to be arrested back, so there was a scene of the attack on the single letter in the World Trade Center bathroom.

At that time, the killer chose physical combat, but did not use firearms, the purpose is indeed to capture the single letter alive, intended to find out through the single letter "Mona Lisa" and the whereabouts of the billions of dollars.

But the failure of the operation made Bezos lose his patience, the raging anger even drowned the desire for money, changing the order from capture alive to kill, even if you do not want the painting, you have to leave a few people completely in this foreign country.

So that night Chen Liang and single letter on the way back to the hotel encountered gunfire, on the way to send Jiang Xin to the airport more intensified.

Bezos thought that on their home turf, pack a few oriental people, simply nine out of ten, but which know actually still had an accident.

His eyes were fierce, like a beast waiting for an opportunity to move, staring at his subordinates fiercely.

"What the hell is going on?"

The subordinate's spine was cold, cold sweat, secretly cursing those few killers who had most likely gone to Jesus.

A few lives, in the eyes of these executives, is worthless, but damn it, you have to report what happened before hanging up!

He naturally did not know that the killers could not be blamed, but that it happened suddenly.

Facing the helicopter gunships that keep spewing fire, there is no time to call and report?

"Boss, I'll go check it out right away."

"Do not go quickly!"

Bezos roared.

The subordinates left immediately with their hands and feet scrambled.

"Snap!"

Bezos slapped the table fiercely, his eyes fierce and vicious.

"You won't be able to escape."