A street corner in a neighborhood in Virginia, USA. Maklovski pushed the door and walked in, it was a small gym. It's not very big inside, except for a few rows of gym machines, there is a boxing ring in the middle, and heavy sandbags hang on the other side.

A man sitting in the ring, saw Marklovski walk in. He raised an eyebrow and said, "It's not opening time yet, come back in the afternoon." ”

"I'm not a gym member here. Maklovsky smiled.

"I can see it, but newcomers need to understand the rules more. The man looked at him mockingly.

"Rules are always broken. Maklovsky walked over.

The man didn't look up, just said calmly, "Maybe, but except for the rules here." With that, he jumped to his feet and stared at Maklovsky.

Maklovsky reached out and took a business card from his pocket and handed it to him, "I'm here to talk about business." ”

The man took the business card and looked at it, his face softened slightly, "You are the person introduced by White?"

"Yes. Maklovsky nodded.

"Then, come with me. The man took Maklovsky to the back of the gym and opened a secret door. The two of them walked down together, passed through a dark passage, and came to a large basement. Inside, the light was dim, but you could tell that it was an underground shooting range. Some of the weapons sit on the side, and there are several headphones on the table that are deafening from the sound of gunfire.

There were still a few people waiting inside, and it was not surprising to see them come down.

"Gentlemen, the boss is here. We have a new mission. The man who brought Maklovsky down whispered.

"Something to be expected. What kind of work is it this time?" said a stout black man, frowning.

After Maklovsky sat down, he smiled slightly, "At the Quantico base, I'm going to get rid of one person." ”

"Killing people inside the Quantico military base? A man with a mustache frowned.

"The price I'm offering isn't for joke. Maklovsky smiled and said in a low voice. "I know some of you work as security guards at the FBI National Academy. That's why I'm here for you, because this task suits you well. ”

"Are you crazy, can't you just do it somewhere else?" said the mustache in surprise, "that's the FBI's training base." Do you know how many federal agents and special security forces there are? This is the first time I've heard of someone who dares to kill people there. ”

"It's an opportunity, and it's not a question of how much money you can make. And you're going to be heroes. I mean, a hero like Captain America who saves the world, don't you Yankees like that?" Maklovsky scoffed.

"What do you mean?" said the mustache with a frown.

"I mean, if you kill this man, you won't be held responsible. And you'll become a hero, and maybe even get a medal. Marklovsky smiled and threw a photo on the table. "That's the man. ”

The black man picked up the picture and looked at it and said, "Is this old guy worth so much money, and can he make us heroes?"

"That's right, it's him. Don't look at him as inconspicuous, but in fact he is a big name. He has twice been on the list of the top ten most wanted criminals, and the most successful arms tycoon of the late twentieth century and the beginning of this century. At its peak, the whole of Africa and the Middle East were fighting each other with the weapons he provided. From rifles to missiles, grenades to tanks, there is nothing he does not dare to sell. Maklovsky smiled.

"Aladdin? I've heard of this man, my God, I always thought he was some Arab. When the black man saw the name, it was like being stung by a scorpion, and he quickly retracted his hand.

"This person can't do it, we can't do this. If it's an ordinary person, then no problem. But this man is too big, and after killing him, maybe we won't live more than twenty-four hours. And in a place like Quantico, it's a search for death. The mustache began to retreat.

"Listen to me, gentlemen, you are the guards there. So you shot and killed a notorious dangerous man in the face of an emergency. You won't be questioned in any way, and I'll plan everything to make it look like an attempted terrorist attack, and this old guy is the mastermind.

So you are just doing your duty as a guard. Marklovsky said in a low voice, "What's more, the money I gave you will never have to be a guard for the rest of your lives." ”

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" said the mustache with a frown.

"First of all, Aladdin entered the FBI National Academy without proper authority. That is, as long as he is there, then his identity is an intruder. It doesn't matter if he used fake documents or bribed the guards. He trespassed into a secret base where federal agents were trained.

That alone gives you a reason to shoot. And I'm going to do something to make it look like this old guy wants to infiltrate the base and wreak havoc. For example, I'll get some weapons and plant them on him. Maklovski said with a smile.

"A notorious internationally wanted criminal, armed into the FBI's training grounds, intent on misconduct. He was shot dead on the spot by several conscientious guards, avoiding a tragedy. It seems plausible. The black man rolled his eyes.

The white mustache was silent for a moment and said, "But this old fellow is a big man, and it's not a good thing for us to kill him." I've heard of this guy, and he's a great guy. ”

"If the boss is dead, will his men still die?" Maklovsky said with a smile. "Besides, the place where the accident happened is the territory of the FBI, so they won't release your name. They will give you secret commendations, but they will never reveal their identity to the public, and no one will know that you killed him.

You'll get honors, bonuses, and of course, my great reward here. It's fame and fortune, and you're still killing a bad guy, so you don't have any moral burden at all. How?"

"We've got to think about it. "The mustache is more cautious and authentic.

"Well, if you won't do it, you'd better tell me now. I think I'll find someone else to do it, and God, I envy the opportunity to be a hero and make such a big buck. Maybe I'll have to get a job as a guard in the future. Think about it. Maklovsky scoffed.