"Captain Nan Feng, open your eyes when you wake up..."

Before Nan Feng could come up with a solution to the problem, the voice of being discovered came from his ears.

Two fully armed elite soldiers without helmets stared at Nan Feng's every move fiercely. They were holding not a rifle, but an electric shock stick for underground torture, which made Nan Feng's eyelids twitch. He had this thing been eaten by many gangsters.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him looked cold and looked like he was doing business. He did not show disgust or murderous intention, which made Nan Feng's already nervous heart fall to the bottom. For such people who do not even express their emotions, executing a person is just a daily business and is not worth mentioning. Don't expect to impress him, because they have long lost their human nature.

"Please tell me the specific situation with the person you smuggled, and the connection between you..."

Sure enough, this middle-aged man started the show with a blunt and entered the central topic without any preparation.

"I am just the team leader of the team directly under the third lesson. Everything I do is the tasks assigned by Section Chief Fan in private. I don't know the specific situation..."

The earlier he said, the faster he died. Why didn’t Nan Feng understand this truth? The only way to survive is to bring Fan Meiren in. With Fan Meiren’s identity, even if the Jasmine Consortium is a relative of the mayor, he would not dare to kidnap privately, right?

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows lightly, and a hint of mockery appeared in his cold eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Nan Feng took the lead and said:

"But I can tell you what I know, but I need life guarantee, otherwise I would rather not say..."

A stick and a sweet date are still effective even in unfavorable circumstances. The gap in the heart affects the indifference of the middle-aged man. He looked at Nan Feng deeply, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said:

"We have the means to let you tell the truth, but if you take the initiative to cooperate, we will not make things difficult for you..."

This is to warn Nan Feng not to play tricks. Nan Feng felt a little relieved. People who do business also pay attention to principles. As long as they are under the principles, they may not have no chance to survive.

"We got in touch four months ago. At that time, I received an order from Director Fan to pick up someone. At that time, Director Fan was just the team leader..."

Nan Feng began to tell the story. While he was telling, the middle-aged man quickly recorded the electronic book with an electronic pen. The recorded content was synchronized through the Internet and displayed on the virtual display screen in front of Jasmine. At the same time, it also showed the room where Nan Feng interrogated and Nan Feng's face close-up. In this way, even if he was not heard clearly, he could see clearly through the text. In a corner of the display screen, two storm soldiers were roaring and destroying in the narrow cell, pounding the solid alloy door hard, and the alloy door that could withstand the explosion of high-explosive grenades was moaning and trembling under the hammer of flesh and blood. The guards guarding the door did not dare to relax for a moment as if they were facing a great enemy.

"It seems that the main target of the mining area incident has been found..."

The old man around him sighed and looked carefully at Miss Jasmine. Jasmine changed into a gorgeous blue evening dress. The low-cut evening dress decorated her like a blue rose. The full semicircle of the snow-white and delicate chest was seductive and charming, the deep ravines were thrilling, the mysterious and lazy temperament was luxurious and dignified, and it had extreme attraction, which made people want to get close to it. This attraction made the old man's heart that had never fluctuated was also fluctuating. Fortunately, he knew the fatality of this attraction, and quickly diverted his gaze and looked at Jasmine's eyes.

"How is it like finding it? How many of us fill it in? Those guys are crazy people who don't even care about their lives..."

Jasmine's focus was not on Nan Feng who was honestly cooperating, but on the storm warriors who kept hammering the door. They were like angry beasts in cages, hitting the alloy door again and again. The broken wounds of fists dyed the sunken alloy door red. You could see the white finger bones in the wound. Two beast-like men could not feel the pain, and roared and continued to beat the alloy door. The loud noises were like drumbeats, hitting Jasmine's heart.

"Things always have to be resolved. The accident in the mining area makes the board of directors question your ability. It has proposed to re-examine the annual plan. We must be careful in critical periods. This time, we have lost half of the team's staff. We must not let them know, at least we must press on the end of the year-end review..."

The old man solemnly made a suggestion, and made Miss Jasmine sneer sneer. Seeing Jasmine's disdainful look, the old man couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Jasmine is too young, and many things are not what she wants.

"Does that group of waste want to influence me? Last year, I proposed that the mining area should be reformed. The Hidden Clan is not a robot. They also have their own ideas. If you want the mining area to rest assured, you must give them corresponding dignity and treatment. But what did those old guys say? I have to be responsible for the cost of increasing the cost before agreeing to the reform of the mining area. Do I have to pay for their stupidity?"

At this moment, Molly's resentment could no longer be controlled. Her chest was swollen with rapid breathing on her low-cut evening dress. Two snow-white semicircular rabbits were about to burst out, causing the old man to cough dryly, calming the girl down.

"You should have some intelligence. As far as I know, the soldiers I traded with are two combat groups of the Storm Legion. There are 100 such combat groups at the exits they control, but this is not all the troops. The Storm Legion has six brigades, each with one thousand people, and the main station is on the surface. I don't know the actual situation on the surface. However, I drank with their commanders and accidentally heard that there were wars on the surface. I was preparing to set up another four brigades to expand their troops to 10,000. If I were you, I would forget about this and you would not be able to provoke them..."

Nan Feng's words floated clearly in Jasmine's room. She looked at the old man, her eyes full of horror.

"I need you to tell me in detail about their weapons, personnel composition, living environment, and…."

In the picture, the middle-aged man still had no expression, as if he was not concerned about Nan Feng's alarmist words and continued to interrogate himself, but Miss Jasmine outside the picture could no longer sit still.

"When I was born, my father set up a consortium with my name. The consortium is what my father expects me. I cannot let the consortium be destroyed in the hands of those people. Uncle Chen and my grandfather were still there, you followed me. You must help me think of a way to get through this level..."

After all, Jasmine was already in ease. She still remembered the crazy killings of the twelve storms fighting before. Thinking of the fallen apart by countless storm warriors, she shuddered and couldn't help but beg the old man around her.

The old man's expression was equally severe, but it was not as scared as Jasmine, so he comforted:

"Don't be too anxious for the moment. Even if something happens, there will be A3 dungeons in front. Even if we fail three ground wars, the ground people do not have effective means of attacking the underground. Decades ago, a surface army was buried in the bombed passage underground. I think they should know that they are powerful..."
Chapter completed!