When the last rays of the setting sun disappeared over the sea, a dozen Arctic fox mercenaries walked out of the lounge and walked towards the dining room.

Entering the restaurant, they picked out their favorite food before the buffet with a plate as usual.

After choosing the food, the people with whom the relationship is better will sit together in twos and threes, chatting while eating the food, imagining the future life, completely unaware of the difference ...... today's food from usual.

While the Arctic fox mercenary was eating his last meal, Antonio, the head of the CIA Poland station, walked towards the cab with a cigar in his mouth.

Once in the cab, he tossed a cigar at Sean Frey and his two cronies without saying a word.

Sean Frey took the cigar and, as usual, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then took a match from his pocket and lit it, and after taking a greedy puff, he waited until the smoke slowly came out of his mouth, and then he was intoxicated. "Yes! The cigars are still Cuban. ”

Antonio smiled. "If you like it, I still have a box here, I'll give it to you later. ”

"Oh! thank you!" Sean Frey was not polite to Antonio, after more than a week of getting along, although he and Antonio were not friends, the relationship was not much worse than that of friends, so naturally he would not refuse.

"Antonio, how will you enjoy the life of a multimillionaire when New York has money?" The nicotine in the cigar made Sean Frey a little excited, and the whole person talked more.

Hearing his words, Antonio took a deep breath of his cigar and said in a low voice as he looked at the dark sea in the distance. "I didn't think about it, maybe I should do it then!"

Sean Frey raised an eyebrow. "You're just a toil! I'm different...... ”

Sean Frey said with a little excitement. "When I got rich in New York, I went to Long Island to buy a villa, bought a yacht, and then sat on the yacht and drove parties every day, went to Las Vegas to gamble on two when I was in a good mood, and went to Hollywood to find a few actresses to ...... when I was in a bad mood. ”

Sean Frey was intoxicated and imagined the life of becoming a multimillionaire in the future, while Antonio on the side looked at the sea in the distance with an expressionless face, he was not interested in Sean Frey's imagination, a person who is about to die, what future can there be, even if there is, it is short-lived and meaningless.

As the minutes passed, as the cigar slowly burned to the end, Sean Frey continued to sketch the future until he felt a little groggy in his head, and then saw two of his cronies fall to the ground, and then stopped.

"Jack, Glass, what's wrong with you?" said Sean Frey, who had stopped thinking about the future and got up from his chair, only to take two steps before falling headlong to the ground.

After falling to the ground, he wanted to call someone, but he saw Antonio, who was indifferent on the side, looking at him indifferently, and then he realized that he had been drugged by Antonio. It's just that this kind of hindsight is a little too late, and when the effect of the drug occurs, he can only lie on the ground and do nothing.

"Why?" asked Sean Frey, who fell to the ground and looked at Antonio suspiciously. Even if he died, he wanted to understand what he was dying for.

"Because you know something you shouldn't know!" Antonio stood up from his chair and looked condescendingly at Sean Frey on the ground. "In this world, only the dead can keep secrets, so you can only die. ”

"Haha......" Sean Frey didn't reply to Antonio's words, but laughed a few times with all his strength, and then closed his eyes forever, but there was still a hint of a smile on his rough face, which looked like self-deprecation and unwillingness.

Antonio looked at Sean Frey and closed his eyes, his face was still indifferent, and then he touched his suit pocket with his hand, took out a box of unopened cigars, and gently stuffed it into Sean Frey's camouflage pocket.

When everything was done, Antonio stood up and looked at the captain dressed as a CIA agent. "Clean this place, as for the corpses...... Antonio said, glancing down at the dead Sean Frey. "Throw it into the sea!"

"Okay! The "captain" dressed as a CIA agent heard Antonio's order and immediately packed up.

Antonio, on the other hand, reached out and pulled open the hatch and walked out of the cab towards the dining room.

Listening to the sporadic gunfire on the ship, and the sound of falling into the water one after another, Antonio knew that the killing had begun, and every shot and every sound of falling into the water was the end of a life, and when the last sound of falling water was over, the whole cargo ship would return to calm again, and there would be no more mercenaries in this world, such as the Arctic fox.

It didn't take long for Antonio to return to the dining room, where there were no Arctic fox mercenaries, and only a few CIA agents were working on the aftermath.

Antonio chatted with a few people, and when he learned that everything was going well, he walked to the bar alone, sipping cold whiskey while waiting for the agents on the mission to return.

As the minutes passed, more and more CIA agents returned to the restaurant to gather, and although a small number of people hung up the lottery, fortunately they were not injured and their lives were worry-free.

When the last agent on the mission returned, Antonio put down the glass in his hand, walked over to the crowd and clapped his hands. "Yes! I'm glad to see everyone complete their mission and return safely. ”

Antonio said and smiled. "If you are injured, go to the medical office to treat your wounds first, and if you are not injured, take a break for a while, and we will celebrate together later, and dismiss now!"

As Antonio's words fell, the agents in the restaurant dispersed, and Antonio stopped one of the middle-aged agents who was about to leave. "Yárvis! Message to the boss and tell him that the task has been completed and that he is waiting for the next step. ”

"Yes," Jarvis nodded, and headed for the information room, while Antonio continued back to the bar with a chilled whiskey.

It wasn't long before the agents returning to the cafeteria after treating their wounds and resting were returning, and Jarvis walked in as well, albeit with an extra telegram in his hand than before.

"Stationmaster! That's the boss's latest instruction. Jarvis walked up to Antonio and handed over the telegram in his hand.

Antonio tried to reach for it, but stopped as soon as he was halfway out. "Or ...... You can read it!"

After Antonio finished speaking, he put down his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and sat precariously looking at Jarvis in front of him, with a rare expectation and nervousness in his eyes.

And Jarvis on the side looked at Antonio's actions, although he had some doubts in his heart, he still read out the content of the telegram in his hand according to Antonio's words. "The boss's latest instructions are: let's stand by and wait for the Delta Special Forces to come and escort us. ”

Before Jarvis could hand the telegram in his hand to Antonio, Antonio snatched it.

Antonio snatched the telegraph for fear of missing something, and then looked at it carefully word by word, and waited until he read the short sentence on the telegraph back and forth several times, and finally determined that the content on the telegraph was exactly the same as that read by Jarvis, and then he was unwilling to put down the telegraph in his hand.

And his whole person seemed to be drained of strength with the telegram he put down, and the previous anticipation and nervousness also dissipated without a trace, followed by a fleeting decline.