Bell Noland opened his eyes in his bed.

The old TV screen that lost the signal continued to make a "rustling" noise, and the beating snowflake screen suddenly went black, and the sleepy-eyed man threw the remote control to the side, and then stretched his waist again and yawned. On the electronic clock at the head of his bed, the cracked surface that had been smashed by the wake up gas many times was showing a big "14:00".

The biggest advantage of freelancing is that even the time to get up is free, and the biggest disadvantage is that even the income is quite "free".

Bell is one such freelancer.

Pushing aside the bottle that had fallen to the floor, Bell leaned down and grabbed a bottle of whiskey on the messy floor, sniffed it lightly on the mouth of the bottle, and after making sure that it wasn't his own urine or anything else that was too much in it, he threw his head up and poured it down his throat, and then let out a drunkard's only pleasant moan, for last night's, the hangover was obviously not present to this man, and judging by his unfinished look, maybe he could still drink for a few more rounds。

"I'm sorry if you're here to steal, there's never a deposit or anything like that in this house. The hazy drunken eyes glanced at the corner of the room seemingly casually, and suddenly, Bell gently put down the wine bottle and said as if muttering to himself, "As for other valuable things, all the furniture in this room is not as expensive as my head, why don't you come and try it?"

"If you hadn't pointed that gun at my egg when you said that, maybe I'd have tried it. ”

In the dead end of the room, a young voice slowly sounded, and at the same time, Bell closed the safety of the pistol, and turned back to smile and shrugged at the small man who walked into his sight, "I said it a long time ago, you are not suitable for this kind of thing, at least I have never seen anyone spray perfume before sneaking, more conspicuous than the smell of moldy cheese stewed into horse urine." ”

"That's better than the smell of your room full of wine, and then again, I really admire how those two girls can endure until morning. The little man pouted as he tiptoed over the empty wine bottles on the ground, and then he raised an eyebrow at the few women's clothes scattered on the sofa, "It's easy to make some money, you say." ”

"I've paid for everything I have to pay anyway, so do I have to make them breakfast?" Bell scratched his chin and beard, and then it grew up

Sitting on the sofa with a big grin, "Let's get down to business, what's the matter, there's work again?"

As we mentioned earlier, Bell is a freelancer, and for most of the time he spends most of his time like a drunkard with the money he earned from his last job, and although the remuneration for each job is extraordinarily rich, Bell is able to squander the next job opportunity before it arrives, leaving no room for savings at all.

"Well, this time it's a big order, and the pay is quite good, but the difficulty and risk are all first-class, and the people under my command are basically enough except for you, so I didn't waste time with them. With a disgusted face, the little man picked a place on the sofa where he could sit, and then took out a stack of documents in his briefcase, "Here, you can take a look at it yourself." ”

"Hmm...... Oh?" Bell took the file casually, but when he saw the photo in the center of the document, his brown pupils suddenly shrank, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at the small man silently, looking at the other party's expression, he seemed to have expected Bell to be so shocked.

"...... you" After thinking for a moment, Bell rubbed the beard on his face as messy as this room, and then slowly spoke, "If I understand correctly, this time...... You're going to ask me to kill [Phoenix]? the director of the Ring Board?"

Bell's profession is a killer.

In the Middle East, a region beyond the reach of imperial law, it has always been the best place for all kinds of underworld forces to breed, and the profession of killer is also one of them. As early as the war of the world, the chaos here was hopeless, the intermediaries provided the connection for the needs of all parties, and the killers were paid to kill the target at the same time, countless assassinations between the Axis and the Alliance Army one after another, blood and brains laid the cornerstone of this empire, but only a few decades later, the distant past was staged again, but this time, the protagonists were replaced by the emperor ** and the rebels.

Having said that, judging from the transactions in the killer world, most of the people who have died as a result of assassinations are only officers on the battlefield on both sides, and figures of the level of [Phoenix] have never appeared on the bounty list. Because, these hunters who live in the shadows to earn blood money know very well that no one is stupid enough to try to shake the existence standing at the top of the pyramid, and once those people are provoked, then not only them, but even the entire gray area will be completely uprooted, just like Carthage will be in the burning ruins after the city is breached

Sprinkle with salt as well.

However, at this moment, in front of Bell, his intermediary gave him such a job, perhaps, this is the first commission with such weight in so many years.

"It's not [I] who let you kill, it's the person who gave me a deposit to let me match up and issue a commission to let you kill. The young intermediary tilted his head, and then smiled, "Don't be too nervous, it's just a [former] director, who doesn't know about the incident in Shanghai now, the free-will Galahad swaggered into the military restricted area, not only smashed a bunch of mecha hunters, but also smashed the military satellite in front of everyone, making the emperor lose face, and now, the emperor kicked Phoenix directly to find a little ghost who had never heard of it to sit in the position of director of the ring bureau, and the disgraced Phoenix can be stepped on if he wants to?" ”

"So...... What is the pay?" seemed to agree with the intermediary, Bell nodded slowly, and casually opened a bottle of whiskey and poured it into the two glasses in front of him.

"Six thousand gold bars, paid three hundred for a deposit, quite generous, the old rules, you seven and I three. The intermediary shrugged his shoulders and made a "surprise" gesture, and followed up and said, "However, you'd better act early, this list has been released to all the intermediary organizations in the city at the same time, and now it's not just the two of us who are staring at this piece of fat." ”

"Hmm...... It does sound like a reward commensurate with the difficulty, and it should be enough for me to spend a while doing this vote. Raising his hand to set the glass full of spirits in front of the little man, Bell raised his glass and gently knocked it on the rim, "So, cheers, it should be a way to open the way for the coming flowery wine in advance." ”

"I don't want to say anything about your view of consumption, but you have to spend money in moderation, right?" the intermediary reluctantly took a sip of the liquor in the glass, and then said to the former dissatisfied, "Seriously, I haven't seen anyone who can squander his gratuity so quickly, except for Mercer." ”

"Money, life is not brought, death is not brought, normal people can still be taken away on the spot by car accidents and other things, let alone wild dogs like us dancing on the tip of a knife? Have you ever seen a cash cart parked next to a funeral?" Bell poured a sip of liquor into his throat and laughed heartily, "The Egyptians buried a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in their graves, thinking that they could take them with them after death, but what happened? ”

Let me see what kind of fun this mission can bring me......