This stalemate has lasted for a long time, especially Saul, who is obviously at a disadvantage. His unwilling eyes clearly show that this conversation does not seem to reach the agreement the other party wants.

After spitting out three words lightly, Pierre William waited for Sol's answer with great interest. In Pierre William's opinion, sol would unconditionally agree to his request as long as sol was not stupid or didn't want to die.

"Zhao Sanjin? Which Zhao Sanjin?" Sol asked with a faint voice.

"It's the man around sique and Si Le, Zhao Sanjin!" Pierre William naturally understood that sol didn't know Zhao Sanjin, so he patiently explained to sol.

"He! It's him, it's..." however, to Pierre William's surprise, as soon as his sentence fell, sol immediately seemed to be a different person, looking at Pierre William in horror.

This reaction made Pierre William a little unhappy. He couldn't help but say angrily, "what? Don't you want to?"

Sol wanted to tell Pierre William, and even wanted to dissuade Pierre William, so that he wouldn't seek his own death, and don't want to be the enemy of Zhao Sanjin, otherwise he would die miserably!

But when the words reached his throat, he shut up again, because he suddenly felt that there was no need to tell Pierre William all this.

After a long silence, Sol's psychological activities changed constantly. Finally, he raised his head and said with a smile, "sorry, I can't take this task!"

"Can't answer?" Sol's answer was really a little beyond Pierre William's expectation. He was immediately angry. Pointing to the people behind sol, he threatened coldly: "if you don't answer the man who assassinated Zhao Sanjin, I guarantee that everyone present can't go out!"

"Mr. peel, this is to threaten me?" since he is destined to tear his face, sol has no reason to continue to show any respect to Pierre William. Facing Pierre William's red fruit threat again, sol stared at Pierre William happily.

"What about threatening you?" Pierre William slowly stepped back and asked in a cold voice.

"Then I'll see whose means are excellent!" Saul, as the head of the mercenary regiment, can accept the task, but absolutely can't accept the threat.

"Excellent means?" Pierre William seemed to hear a big joke. Looking at sol who was so extravagant, he sneered: "do you rely on the mercenaries with less than 50 people left in your hands? Or on the Bartley not assembled in your boxes?"

"You're wrong!" Sol smiled mysteriously and said slowly, "we don't rely on anything. The only thing we can rely on is our teammates, brothers and fists!"

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"Brothers, no matter who can go out from here today, I hope he can take back what happened in New York City and tell the chief!" what responded to Pierre William was not Sol's humble bow paint, but a roar of righteous indignation and a word: "kill!"

One punch knocked down a man in black in front of him. At the same time, the teammates with rifles in the mercenary regiment pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The mercenary regiment with a total number of more than 100 people, excluding more than half of the casualties, has less than 50 people. Among them, more than 10 people are experts in sniping. They have no usable rifles in their hands. At present, the only thing they can do is to shoot out with their fists against a hail of bullets.

Even sol had several more bullet holes in his body after only a few punches. Now he had knelt on his knees, pale and short of breath, but he obviously left a breath.

In just three minutes, a bullet in the hand of a man in black pierced the last member of the mercenary regiment who was still standing, announcing the end of the gun battle and that Pierre William was the final winner.

Pierre William, who stood aside, slowly came over again. Looking at sol who still didn't swallow a breath, he squatted down slowly and said with a smile: "you are older than me. Kneel down for me. Isn't it wrong?"

As soon as the voice fell, Pierre William's laughter suddenly increased a little, and then said, "fortunately, I have a thick skin. You are so demanding, so I have to accept it gladly!"

He took a pistol from his men around him. Pierre William still squatted and looked at the blood flowing slowly from sol. "I don't regret the death of you, a leader who doesn't know how to open his mind like you, but because you are alone, so many team members died with you. I really feel unworthy for these people!"

Pierre William felt it and looked at the number of more than 100 people. Now they have become a cold dead body lying on the ground. To tell the truth, they really have some pity in their eyes.

"I'll give you a chance to assassinate Zhao Sanjin and let you and your team members return to Africa safely. You can kill two birds with one stone, but you just can't see it. You don't want to accept this task. You deserve to die!"

Pierre William stood up slowly. He suddenly felt as if he had nothing to say. He had finished what he should say. Naturally, it was time to send sol on the road.

"God will bless you, but only if you report to him first!" Pierre William outlined a penetrating arc at the corner of his mouth, said word by word, and then there was a gunshot, "bang!"

On the ground, Sol's eyes turned white and his angry face wanted to tear Pierre William, but he couldn't feel it anymore

Pierre William, who felt a little sick, spit, threw the pistol back into the hands of his men and said slowly, "clean up here, and then go back to Pierre's house!"

To tell the truth, Pierre William himself was quite depressed at the moment. He wondered why sol would rather die than accept the task of assassinating Zhao Sanjin? Of course, the more important question is, what should I do next to get rid of Zhao Sanjin?

"Alas!" with a long sigh, Pierre William slowly left the mountain forest. After a short walk, he got into a black car and left the area.