Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 824: We agreed on one question, but you asked a bunch!

Thai Quoc, the residence of General Bhumibol.

Although there are more local generals than dogs on the street, the treatment they enjoy is still very good compared to ordinary people.

As one of the most powerful local warlords, Bhumibol's life could even be described as luxurious.

However, their income does not come from military spending, but more from some gray industries that everyone understands.

Bhumibol was involved in any project that was not allowed by law.

The most profitable of these is the flour industry, which is also his main source of income.

In the reception room, Bhumibol was secretly negotiating something with a local law enforcer.

It can be seen that the two sides had a very pleasant conversation. Before leaving, Bhumibol not only gave him a small golden Buddha made of pure gold, but also gave him a Ferrari.

When it comes to business, Bhumibol has always been quite generous, otherwise he would not have created such a majestic sign of the "Nine-Faced Buddha" that frightened others.

Bhumibol stood in the corridor, holding a cigar in his mouth, and watched with a smile as the guy drove away in his sports car.

Just as he turned around and was about to go back to the house, someone came outside to report that the young lady had returned.

Bhumibol frowned at first, then relaxed.

Because he knew where Sally went and what she did today.

Since you came here in person, it means you have something very important to convey.

"Let go."

"It's the general."

After a while, a black Mercedes-Benz G slowly drove over.

The car did not drive to the designated parking spot, but drove straight towards the building and stopped in front of the corridor.

There are seven or eight armed guards standing in the corridor, so there is no need to worry about security.

Bhumibol was absolutely safe here, and since he doted on his daughter, he walked towards the car barefoot, holding a cigar and smiling.

But when he approached the car door and saw Sally's panicked expression, almost crying, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Just as he was about to step back and call for help, the black muzzle of a gun was already pointed at him. If he dared to move, there would be a hole in his head.

Qin Feng leaned half of his body out from the back seat of the car, with a knife against Sally's throat in one hand and a pistol in the other, pointing at Bhumibol.

"If you move, or make the slightest noise, I'll kill you both."

"By the way, this Mercedes is bulletproof. Even if you two die, I can still get out."

Sally's eyeliner was smudged with tears, and she looked both embarrassed and terrified.

Obviously, he suffered inhuman abuse before coming here.

Bhumibol was cruel and ruthless, but he was a daughter slave. Seeing Sally shaking her head at him, indicating that she did not want to die, Bhumibol could only suppress the anger in his heart and asked.

"You are Qin Meng (pseudonym)!"

"Shh..."

Qin Feng signaled him to calm down: "Withdraw all your people. I'll count to three..."

Bhumibol: "You can't escape!"

"one......"

"This is my territory!"

"two......"

When Qin Feng counted to two, he pushed the knife forward, and the blade pierced the skin on Sally's neck, scaring her so much that she closed her eyes.

At the same time, the fingers of the other hand slowly pressed the class down, ready to take the lives of the father and daughter at any time.

"Everyone, follow my orders! Evacuate from the building!"

Bhumibol cherished his life and was also worried that something might happen to his daughter, so he had no choice but to order the withdrawal of all guards in the building as Qin Feng requested.

The guards didn't understand why the commander gave such an order. One team leader even wanted to come up and inquire about the situation, but was scolded back by him.

In the end, all these diligent guards evacuated the western-style building, and soon only Qin Feng, Sally, and Bhumibol were left in the small building, which was originally heavily guarded.

Qin Feng put away his knife and gun, pushed the door open and got out of the car from the back. He then looked at Bhumibol and said, "I came to ask you something. I'll leave after I'm done. I won't disturb you for too long."

"please."

Bhumibol's face looked gloomy and ugly.

But in the end, he still made a gesture of invitation to Qin Feng.

He was not really afraid of Qin Feng, he just didn't want to offend the monsters behind this guy.

Arriving in the living room, Qin Feng sat down directly like a host, and motioned Bhumibol and Sally to sit down together and not to be so restrained.

Bhumibol sat down, but Sally was still standing there trembling, not daring to sit down at all.

This made him very angry, because he knew his daughter too well. If Sally was not ruthless enough, she would never win his favor, nor would she be able to take over Lang Kun's business of the Nine-Faced Buddha.

But now, she was broken down by this guy, which made Bhumibol feel a humiliation that touched his soul.

"Your Excellency, you are truly a man of great skill and courage!"

"First, he approached Lang Kun, then stirred up trouble in Jinshanjiao, provoking local disputes and leaving rivers of blood and corpses everywhere!"

"Now you dare to break into my residence alone, hold my daughter hostage, and threaten me? Do you really think that Bhumibol is a soft persimmon that you can manipulate at will?"

Bhumibol slammed the table with his hand, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and he was extremely angry.

In contrast, Qin Feng, who was sitting opposite him, seemed exceptionally calm.

"Having a loud voice doesn't mean anything."

"I just came to chat with you, and then I'll leave."

"As for your daughter, don't worry, I didn't do anything out of line with her. I'm a germaphobe."

The corners of Bhumibol's eyes kept twitching, and his anger had obviously accumulated to its highest point.

No one in this area has ever dared to speak to me in such a tone.

Even the local royal family has to respect me!

How dare he?

How dare he!

Qin Feng: "Two questions, I'll leave after I finish asking."

Bhumibol didn't know what trump card he had in his hand, so he could only choose to endure it for the time being, staring at him with gritted teeth: "Speak."

Qin Feng: "First question, when did Spade King appear? Who is the main person behind it? How did you get in touch? What benefits did they promise you? Why are you all willing to be led by them?"

Bhumibol was furious: "Is this a fucking question? This is a fucking pile!"

"Answer it."

"do not know."

"Did I not explain it clearly, or did you not understand?"

Qin Feng frowned slightly: "Or do you think I'm giving you face? Are those thugs hiding in your house the ones who gave you the courage?"

Bhumibol paused for a moment, and suddenly three bodies were thrown down the stairs and rolled onto the living room floor.

These three were guards hiding in the dark, but they were already dead at this time.

Qin Feng arranged for Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng to sneak in first and wait for the opportunity.

In terms of infiltration and decapitation, these two people have made great progress. It is difficult for soldiers from ordinary combat units to stop them.

Of course, it is easy to sneak in but difficult to escape.

This is also one of the main reasons why many scouts encounter accidents during the evacuation.

Bhumibol stared at Qin Feng in disbelief, he couldn't believe that his residence could be infiltrated so easily.

But Qin Feng told him calmly: "I told you, I have no ill intentions, otherwise I would have appeared by your bed at night and put a knife to your neck. Now tell me what you know and what to say."

Bhumibol sighed. "I don't know much about the King of Spades. I only know they have America's support. Those white people often put pressure on us. In the past, we even imported a lot of white powder from Mexico."

"I'm trying to get away from them. They're going to play something big, and I don't dare get involved. I just want to keep making money and maintain my position in my own territory."

Qin Feng: "Who is Harvey?"

Bhumibol shook his head. "I don't know. This is the first time I've heard of it. He could be the son of a wealthy American family, or he could be a symbol that has been pushed to the front without much meaning."

“Who has the closest contact with that group of people?”

"Except for me, they all had close contact."

"..."

Soon, Qin Feng finished his first question.

I also gained a general understanding of some things that I had not known before.

Then he asked the second question: "Uncle Guess is here with you, right?"