That voice was familiar.
Lin Fan had a phone call with the other party last night.
Yes, they are from the Rakshasa organization.
Lin Fan destroyed the lair of the Temple of Death, and the Rakshasa Organization would certainly not give up.
Lin Fan sneered, "What am I afraid of?"
It was obvious that the people from the Rakshasa organization wanted to play psychological tactics with Lin Fan.
But if Lin Fan was afraid, then he would not be Lin Fan.
Since he can destroy the Temple of Death, he can naturally destroy the Rakshasa Organization.
What's more, Lin Fan now has all the information about the Rakshasa organization.
This also means that the Rakshasa organization will not be able to remain arrogant for long.
No matter what methods the other party uses, Lin Fan is not afraid.
"Lin Fan, don't think you're so great just because you won a game on Baji Island!"
"The battle between us has just begun!"
The voice on the phone was very cold.
They were very unwilling to see the headquarters of the Temple of Death destroyed.
Look, they are discussing how to take revenge on Lin Fan.
Although this time, they suffered heavy losses.
But it doesn't matter.
They still have that genetic medicine.
As long as there are drugs, powerful killers can be "produced" continuously.
Lin Fan laughed and said, "I don't think I'm amazing!"
"I just think...you guys are such rubbish!"
"Besides hiding, what else can you do?"
To be honest, Lin Fan didn't take the people from the Rakshasa organization seriously at all.
After hearing what Lin Fan said, the voice on the phone became angry.
"Lin Fan, you are too self-righteous!"
"If you hadn't been hiding in China, you would have died countless times!"
The voice on the phone snorted coldly.
Previously, the Rakshasa organization sent many killers to China to assassinate Lin Fan.
Unfortunately, they all ended in failure.
It is true that China is known as a forbidden land for mercenaries.
It took a lot of effort for the people from the Rakshasa organization to infiltrate China.
When they came to China, they had to be cautious and restricted in their actions.
This is also the reason why they have not been able to capture Lin Fan for a long time.
Lin Fan asked, "Really?"
"How about this, let's meet up somewhere and have a fight openly!"
While Lin Fan answered the phone, he opened his laptop.
He tapped the keyboard with one hand and logged into a special website.
There is Lin Fan’s account on the website, but no information was received on it.
This website is what Lin Fan uses to contact Red Rose.
After thinking about it, Lin Fan took the initiative to send a message to Red Rose.
"What's the situation now?"
In the morning, Red Rose set off with her people.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will be able to take action immediately.
The Rakshasa organization is not far from destruction.
At this time, the sound on the phone continued to ring.
"Lin Fan, I won't be fooled by you!"
"Just because the Temple of Death has fallen, do you think you've won?"
"How naive!"
"As long as I want, I can create another Temple of Death in a very short time!"
Lin Fan didn't take the other party's words to heart and said.
"You called me just to tell me this nonsense?"
The voice on the phone said, "Lin Fan, your death is not far away!"
"Let's wait and see!"
Lin Fan stared at the screen and soon received a message from Red Rose.
"Mr. Lin, our people are already in place!"
"We have put all the members of the Rakshasa organization under surveillance!"
"Next, all that's left is to give them the final blow!"
This time, the Rakshasa organization was severely damaged, and Lin Fan left twenty robots to Red Rose.
In other words, they have an absolute advantage.
"This time, we must eradicate the Rakshasa Organization completely!"
After Lin Fan replied to the red rose, he spoke to the phone.
"How about this, let's make a bet!"
The voice on the phone asked doubtfully.
"What do you want to bet?"
Lin Fan said with a scornful laugh.
"Within half an hour, I bet your head will fall off!"
The voice on the phone suddenly let out a few wild laughs.
"Hahaha……"
He seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
As the head of the Rakshasa organization, few people know who he is over the years.
Even when he was commanding the Rakshasa Organization and the Temple of Death, he was hiding in an absolutely safe place.
After the incident at the Temple of Death, he immediately moved to another location.
And now, Lin Fan actually said that he would be beheaded within half an hour.
What kind of joke is this?
"Lin Fan, stop scaring people here!"
"Do you think I was scared?"
Lin Fan said with a smile on his face.
"Okay, then just think of me as scaring you!"
Having said that, Lin Fan didn't plan to continue chatting with the other party.
He really didn't want to waste any more time talking to a dead person.
"very good!"
"Lin Fan, our Rakshasa organization will not let you off easily!"
"Just wait!"
The other party hung up the phone.
At this time, in a small town in the United States.
In the basement of a big villa.
A middle-aged man was staring at his phone, lost in thought.
The middle-aged man had a beard and wore a pair of myopic glasses.
Looks sickly.
No one could imagine that this person would be the head of the Rakshasa organization.
The middle-aged man is a wealthy man in the United States and is suffering from a terminal illness.
The reason why he asked the Rakshasa organization to develop that kind of genetic medicine was to prolong his life.
Unfortunately, after so much research, that kind of genetic medicine still has major flaws.
"Damn Lin Fan!"
“Ahem…”
The middle-aged man covered his mouth with a handkerchief and began to cough violently.
The handkerchief was soon stained red with blood.
The middle-aged man looked at the blood on the handkerchief and knew that his time was running out.
If the defects of the genetic medicine cannot be solved, he will die.
When he thought of what Lin Fan had just said, for some reason, the middle-aged man's heart began to beat fast.
An ominous premonition came over me.
To be honest, Lin Fan is the most terrifying opponent he has ever encountered.
It seems that they have never gained any advantage in their fight with Lin Fan.
As for why this was happening, the middle-aged man couldn't figure it out.
The Temple of Death was so powerful, but it was destroyed by Lin Fan.
I feel unwilling to accept it just thinking about it.
"Lin Fan, you still want to scare me!"
"No way!"
Although he said this, the middle-aged man still stared at the computer screen.
The screen shows surveillance video from outside the villa.
He was a little worried.
Worried that Lin Fan would really appear here suddenly.
Although there were many assassins from the Rakshasa organization in the villa, for some reason, the middle-aged man was still worried.
The Rakshasa organization has been established for so long.
It was the first time that he had been put in such a mess.
Outside the villa, everything looked so peaceful.
Just like usual.
There is nothing different.
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