Rebirth of the Evil Life

Lin Feng took a deep breath. 5 billion US dollars, why don’t you grab it.

"Major Dashiell, are you kidding me?" Lin Feng said coldly.

5 billion, give you 5 billion, I can create a god and hire a few mercenary groups to kill you pirates hundreds of times. Lin Feng glared at Major Dashiell. This guy didn't look like he was here to negotiate.

"Are you kidding? We Somalis never joke. If you give us 5 billion US dollars, the ship will be released immediately. Otherwise, if you miss a word, your ship will not be able to leave. Even you..." Major Dahir pointed at Lin Feng and others. He laughed evilly and said, "Humph, no one can leave. By then, what I want is not 5 billion, but 50 billion US dollars."

The scrawny Somali pirates all around were laughing wildly while holding worn-out AK47s. Some pirates even fired a few rounds of bullets into the sky, reminding Lin Feng that they were currently in the Somali pirates' lair.

"Boss, these pirates are violent and we must be ready to break out at any time." Li Rui whispered to the other seven bodyguards who followed Lin Feng, and reminded Monk Void and Taoist Master Qingfeng to be ready to respond at any time.

"Haha, the richest man in the world, I really want you to refuse to pay the ransom, so that I can detain you and extort 50 billion US dollars! Haha, then we can settle in the United States and enjoy the life of the rich!" Da Major Hill laughed heartily, looking at Lin Feng like a cat playing with a mouse.

Lin Feng's eyes were like daggers. Although he was nervous in his heart, his face was not panicked.

"Major Dashiell, do you really think I came here without any preparation?" Lin Feng sneered.

"Prepare? Just you guys?" Dashiel pointed disdainfully at Li Rui and others behind Lin Feng. There was no body search before the negotiation, but based on what Li Rui and the others were wearing, they only had a few pistols on them, but they had seven or eighty submachine guns on their side. One round was enough to turn Lin Feng and his party into colanders.

Lin Feng smiled and slapped the table with his big hand.

"Do it!" Lin Feng shouted angrily.

This time, Lin Feng said it in Chinese. Dahir was still wondering what Lin Feng said. Then he felt his eyes go dark. He moved to the left and right, and was surrounded by the two people beside Lin Feng. The bodyguards held him hostage. Without waiting for Major Dahir to resist, all his weapons were removed. By the time the surrounding Somali pirates reacted, they had successfully controlled Dahir.

"FUCK!" Dahir yelled angrily and struggled desperately, but he was controlled by someone just after meeting him. This is really a shame and a great humiliation. But obviously, under the control of Monk Void and Taoist Master Qingfeng, Major Dashiell's struggle was more of a twist than a struggle.

Although the surrounding Somali pirates were furious that Major Dahir had been captured, they all pointed their worn-out AK47s at Lin Feng and his party. However, when their leader was captured, they were too afraid to take any action.

Lin Feng smiled secretly. It seemed that Major Dashiell still had some prestige here. He calls himself a major, which is quite reasonable. Unlike some extremely vicious places, if the leader is caught, the remaining members will immediately kill the enemy and the leader together, and then choose a leader. If he meets that kind of person, Lin Feng can only admit that he is unlucky.

"Okay, Major Dashiell, I think we can have a good talk now."

Lin Feng took out two cigars with a smile, lit one himself, put the other one into Major Dashiell's mouth, and helped him light it.

"Take a sip and see how it feels?" Lin Feng blew out a smoke ring and said with a smile.

Dahir was stunned for a moment, then imitated Lin Feng and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

"How is it? How do you feel?" Lin Feng said with a smile.

Major Dashiell nodded. In the past, he had seen things like cigars in a few movie posters carried in a few hijacked cargo ships. In Major Dashiell's mind, cigars were only smoked by the upper class in the United States, and were not something that poor people like them could enjoy. It was unthinkable. Unexpectedly, he could actually take a puff of a cigar today, something Dashiell never dared to think about before.

"How does it taste?" Lin Feng asked again.

"I don't know, but it smells good, and it feels very refreshing, very much like Hollywood." Major Dashiell thought of the male protagonist in the movie poster, holding a cigar, sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, counting a handful of dollars. There was a tremor in my heart. I don’t know when he will be able to live such a life.

"Do you like this kind of life?" Lin Feng asked.

"I like it, of course I like it. I'm afraid no one would want to live like us." Major Dahir pointed at himself and the Somali pirates around him. Although this group of people is called Somali pirates by the outside world, in fact, if you take away the AK47s in their hands, they really look like a group of people who ran away from a refugee camp. They are so poor that the poorest among them have nothing but stripes on their bodies.

"Come on." Lin Feng threw a few more cigars to the Somali pirates holding AK47s around him. "How is it? How do you think it tastes?" Lin Feng and other Somali pirates circulated it around, and everyone took a puff. ask.

"Good stuff, so delicious. I want to eat it." One pirate's eyes almost widened.

"Me too, I have never smelled anything so fragrant. And after taking a sip, you feel more energetic, which is more enjoyable than taking drugs." A pirate exclaimed.

Many pirates discussed the cigar one after another, completely forgetting the fact that their leader was still in Lin Feng's hands. Soon, the few cigars Lin Feng threw over were eaten by many pirates. However, there were seventy or eighty pirates in the surrounding area, and there were only a few cigars. It was the first time for all the pirates to smoke, so they were definitely not satisfied. Just like eating, if you just start eating and then it’s gone, then don’t mention it if you’re hungry.

"Do you want to be able to smoke cigars, drink red wine, and sit in the shadows every day from now on?" Lin Feng looked at the many pirates and said with a smile.

Many pirates did not wait for their leader, Major Dashiell, to answer, and nodded in unison, "Yes!"

This word "thinking" is particularly loud and powerful. The kind of life that Lin Feng mentioned is what they have always dreamed of, what they have always pursued, and what they have always said. Especially after tasting this cigar, these pirates became even more yearning for a new life.

"You bastard, shut up!" Major Dashiell just woke up at this moment and immediately yelled. If Lin Feng is allowed to trick him like this again, all of his subordinates will become Lin Feng's people. "I'm still in the hands of the enemy!"

Many pirates were awakened by the scolding, their distant eyes suddenly changed to fierce looks, and their guns were pointed at Lin Feng and his party again.

"Major Dashiell, do you want to prevent them from living a wealthy life?" Lin Feng smiled slightly, "They put their lives on their waists to become pirates. What do they want? Isn't it just to have enough food and clothing, and to be able to earn a living?" Wife, do you want to raise a child? Now they can obviously create a better life, like those rich people in Hollywood movies, do you want to stop them from pursuing happiness? "

The pirates around him nodded when they heard this. Yes, they took their lives to become pirates instead of their destiny, just to gain glory and wealth. Now the glory and wealth are in front of them, and the richest man in the world is in front of them. Lin Feng can make them billionaires by pulling out their hair. You Although he is the leader, he can't stop the brothers from getting rich!

"Bastards, are you crazy? I am your boss. Are you going to shoot me? FUCK! Now that we have tied him up, we can still create gods and fight for glory and wealth!" Dahir roared.

The pirates around him trembled, thought for a moment, and continued to point their guns at Lin Feng. What the boss said was that instead of taking refuge in Lin Feng, it would be better to follow the boss and tie up Lin Feng. That would be more direct and reliable.

"FUCK!" Dahir cursed several times, then pointed at Lin Feng, "I'm warning you, don't try to poison my people again, or I'll kill you!"

Lin Feng smiled lightly.

"Kill me and your dreams of glory and wealth will come to naught. And don’t forget that you are still in my hands. You will definitely die before I die. And if I say, whoever bails me out, I will give 100 Ten thousand dollars, how many people do you think will respond?" Lin Fengxiao said.

1000000? You are the richest man in the world, will they give up for 1 million? Major Dashiell snorted coldly.

"Open the box!" Lin Feng shouted.

Li Rui opened the two suitcases he carried with him.

"Money, money~~~, it's all US dollars!" There was a burst of exclamation from all around.

U.S. dollars, these two suitcases were filled with U.S. dollars. The white U.S. dollars shone in the sunlight, dazzling the surrounding pirates. Including the pirate leader, Major Dashiell, who looked like a pig at the moment and was eloquent, he wanted to swallow these dollars immediately.

"I'll kill whoever comes!" Li Rui and seven bodyguards pointed their pistols at the pirates who couldn't help but want to get closer.

Many pirates looked away, the money was too attractive to them. These people have never seen so much money in their lives. But guns are deadly, but with so many people here and so much money, I can fight hard.

"Li Rui, withdraw the money." Lin Feng chuckled.

Li Rui was stunned for a moment, then decisively followed Lin Feng's suggestion and threw the two suitcases in his hands into the air. A full two million US dollars in bills were flying in the air like snowflakes.

Wow! All of a sudden, the pirates around him screamed and threw away their AK47s and grabbed the banknotes flying in the sky. Whoever grabbed it at this time would be his, and those who were one step behind would cost many dollars less. In Somalia, just $100 can feed you for a month.

"Major Dashiell, look, if I kill you and leave at this time, I'm afraid no one will care. As for your people in the sea, I think the same two boxes of money can be used to create gods? Even if it's done, No, I'm offering $2 million to find someone to kill your people in the Gulf of Aden. Do you think it's difficult?" Lin Fengxiao said.

"You...what do you want to do?" Major Dashiell was really scared at this moment. The man in front of him was so terrifying. Two million U.S. dollars, this is 2 million U.S. dollars, and he just threw it away like this. It’s terrible!

mob! Lin Feng glanced at the pirates looting around him and snorted coldly.

(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is the author’s greatest motivation.