That voice was familiar.
Last night, Lin Fan talked with the other party on the phone.
That's right, it's a member of the Rakshasa organization.
Lin Fan took over the lair of the Temple of Death, and of course the Rakshasa organization would not stop there.
Lin Fan sneered, "What dare I not?"
Obviously, the people from the Luosha organization wanted to play psychological tactics with Lin Fan.
However, if Lin Fan is afraid, then he is not Lin Fan.
Since he can destroy the Temple of Death, he can also 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 arrogant for long.
No matter what method the opponent uses, Lin Fan is not afraid.
"Lin Fan, don't think that you are a big deal just because you won a match at Baji Island!"
"The battle between us has just begun!"
The voice on the phone was very cold.
The headquarters of the Temple of Death was taken away, which made them very unwilling.
No, 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 gene drug in their hands.
As long as there are drugs, powerful killers can be continuously "manufactured".
Lin Fan laughed and said, "I don't think I'm great!"
"I just think... you guys are really rubbish!"
"Aside from hiding, what else can you do?"
To be honest, Lin Fan didn't pay attention to the people from the Rakshasa Organization at all.
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 Huaxia, you would have died countless times!"
The voice on the phone snorted coldly.
Before, the Rakshasa organization sent many killers to Huaxia to assassinate Lin Fan.
Unfortunately, they all ended in failure.
Huaxia is known as the forbidden land of mercenaries, and it is true.
It took a lot of thought for people from the Rakshasa organization to sneak into Huaxia.
When they came to Huaxia, they could only be so cautious that their hands were tied.
That's why they haven't taken down Lin Fan for a long time.
Lin Fan said, "Really?"
"Otherwise, let's make an appointment at a place and fight openly!"
While answering the call, Lin Fan turned on his laptop.
He tapped the keyboard with one hand and landed on a special website.
There is Lin Fan's account on the website, but no information has been received on it.
This website is what Lin Fan usually 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 the people.
If there is no accident, they can act immediately.
And the Rakshasa organization is not far from being destroyed.
At this time, the voice on the phone continued to ring.
"Lin Fan, I won't fall for your tricks!"
"The Temple of Death is down, do you think you have won?"
"How naive!"
"As long as I want, within a short period of time, I can create another Temple of Death!"
Lin Fan didn't take the other party's words to heart, and said.
"You called me just to talk nonsense to me?"
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!"
"Everyone in the Rakshasa organization has been monitored by us!"
"Next, it's almost time to give them the final blow!"
This time the Rakshasa organization was seriously injured, and Lin Fan left another twenty robots to Red Rose.
"This time, we must uproot the Rakshasa organization!"
After Lin Fan replied to Red Rose, he said into the phone.
"Well, let's make a bet!"
The voice on the phone said suspiciously.
"What do you want to bet on?"
Lin Fan let out a contemptuous smile and said.
"Within half an hour, I bet your head will fall!"
The voice on the phone suddenly let out a few wild laughter.
"Hahaha…"
It was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
As the head of the Rakshasa organization, few people know who he is these years.
Even commanding the Rakshasa organization and the Temple of Death, he is hidden in an absolutely safe place.
After the accident in the Temple of Death, he immediately changed the location.
But now, Lin Fan actually said that his head fell to the ground within half an hour.
What international joke?
"Lin Fan, don't scare people here!"
"Do you think I was frightened?"
Lin Fan said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, then just think I'm scaring you!"
Speaking of this, Lin Fan did not intend to continue chatting with the other party.
He really didn't want to talk nonsense with a dead man.
"very good!"
"Lin Fan, our Rakshasa organization will not make it easy for you!"
"Just wait!"
The other party hung up the phone.
At this time, in a small town in the United States.
Big villa, in the basement.
A middle-aged man was staring at his phone, thoughtful.
The middle-aged man has a beard and wears a pair of myopia glasses.
It looked sickly.
No one could have imagined that this person would be the head of the Rakshasa organization.
The middle-aged man is a rich man in the United States and is terminally ill.
And the reason why he asked the Rakshasa organization to develop that genetic medicine was precisely to prolong his life.
It's a pity that after studying for so long, that gene medicine still has a lot of flaws.
"Damn Lin Fan!"
"Ahem..."
The middle-aged man covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently.
The handkerchief was soon stained red with blood.
The middle-aged man looked at the blood on the handkerchief, and he knew that his time was numbered.
If he still can't solve the defect of gene medicine, he will die.
And thinking of what Lin Fan said just now, for some reason, the middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat.
An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.
To be honest, Lin Fan is the most terrifying opponent he has ever met.
Fighting against Lin Fan, it seems that they have never taken advantage of it.
As for why this is so, the middle-aged man can't figure it out.
The strength of the Temple of Death is so strong, it was finally wiped out by Lin Fan.
Thinking about it is not reconciled.
"Lin Fan, you still want to scare me!"
"There are no doors!"
He said so, but the middle-aged man was still staring at the computer screen.
What is displayed on the screen is the surveillance video outside the villa.
He is a little worried.
I was worried that Lin Fan would really appear here suddenly.
Although there are many killers from the Rakshasa organization in the villa, for some reason, the middle-aged man is still worried.
The Rakshasa organization has been established for so long.
It was the first time he was so embarrassed by someone.
Outside the villa, everything looked so peaceful.
Just as usual.
Nothing is different.