"Hehe, my boss, I've always been very clear of my identity, that's why I wanted to sit down and talk to you!" Westbrook sat upright with a slight smile, ignoring Clark's anger at all.

"Hmph, you have been with me for so many years, who are you, I know very well, you tell me bluntly, what do you want?" Clarke probably understood what was going on, and his tone softened relatively softly.

"Boss, I just wanted to talk to you about the question raised by the silver fox, please tell me what your choice is, do you choose to submit to the hand of God and build a new social order together, or do you want to fight meaninglessly with the dignity of a poor warrior with the silver fox?"

"What about your suggestion?" Clark understood everything in his heart, and simply asked rhetorically, and activated the panic button again.

"I think you understand my suggestion, you should have activated the panic button just now, I'll tell you bluntly, it doesn't make any sense, they won't listen to your call, I'm waiting for your answer now!" Westbrook looked calm, everything was under his control.

"Who are you, where did you get Westbrook?" If Clark had believed that the man in front of him was his good brother Westbrook, he would have died long ago.

"Where he's gone is entirely up to you!" At this time, the fake Westbrook stared at Clark without any scruples, and there was murderous energy in his eyes.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Clark has been on the battlefield for so many years, what kind of things have never been experienced, and after he figured out everything in front of him, he immediately took contingency measures.

"My patience is limited!" Westbrook said coldly.

"Bang!" As soon as the words fell, Clark somehow pulled out a pocket pistol and shot it at Westbrook's heart.

"Duang!" Westbrook only shook his body from the impact of the bullet, and after shooting at such a close range, he didn't even get his flesh pierced, and even left a small burnt hole in his clothes.

"The guns are out faster than we've ever seen, and it looks like the boss still has a hand in front of us!" Westbrook said with a look on his face as he flicked his bullet-scorched clothes.

"How come?" Clark was stunned for a moment, this shot, Westbrook was defenseless, and with such a close distance, even a thinner steel plate would be pierced, but it didn't even hurt the flesh and skin on Westbrook's body.

"You are the man of the Hand of God!" Suddenly, Clark completely understood, before he thought that Westbrook must have been dropped, but he was not sure who the opponent was, and he was still secretly guessing in his heart whether it was someone from the other three mercenary legions, but this shot, he really understood everything.

"That's right!" Westbrook didn't deny it, just looked at Clark fixedly, in his eyes, Clark didn't pose any threat to him, at least, he couldn't hurt him.

"You're a genetic warrior, the silver fox really didn't lie to me just now!" Clark threw the gun on the ground, the genetic warrior was not afraid of this kind of bullet at all, unless it was a cannon bombardment.

"Boss, it seems that you are a person who understands, now tell me your choices!" Westbrook said, shaking his head.

"Don't look outside, they're already back!" Westbrook saw Clark look outside, intentionally or unintentionally, and reached out and patted it twice.

Then, a person walked in at the door, and when Clark saw it, his heart was half cold, it was no one else who came in, it was himself, it was really daylight, it wouldn't be a supernatural event, he was copied.

Of course, this is not a copy in the strict sense, to be precise, he was replaced by someone else, so his current crisis can be imagined, as long as one is not careful, his life will be gone.

"You ......" At this time, he could only show weakness, and Clark subconsciously leaned back.

"Hello, Mr. Clark, let me introduce myself, I'm Clark, the new owner of EO North Africa, and you're retired!" the fake Clark was wearing exactly the same clothes as him, and even the pace and tone of his movements were the same.

If it weren't for him, the others wouldn't have suspected this fake Clark at all, and of course he now understood why his men quickly retreated after receiving the emergency alert just now.

"Boss, I'm waiting for your answer, I'm running out of time!" Westbrook stared at the clock behind Clark and began to count the time.

"What if I choose the Silver Fox?" Clark asked with a sudden smile and a strange smile.

"Then from now on, you can disappear, your team and wealth are all taken over by the new Clark, congratulations on your graduation!" Westbrook still had the same expression, ignoring Clark's performance.

"Hmph, although I have been fighting abroad all these years, I have never done anything to be sorry for my conscience, Silver Fox's words are right, I used to be a warrior, I will not beg for survival like a dog, and I will not be transformed into a ghost!"

He was and still is a warrior, and a warrior should fight vigorously, not to mention defending the country, fighting for the people so great, at least, he can be worthy of his soul.

"Then you can die now!" Fake Clark raised his gun to shoot.

"Wait a minute, that batch of diamonds hasn't been explained clearly, wait until you finish asking, and then kill them!" Sure enough, the Hand of God had already set its sights on Clark, the proud African star.

"My BOSS, this is your last chance, I hope you can cherish it, at least, I won't let you die too ugly, seriously, if it weren't for the silver fox suddenly coming to you today and telling you so many things, I wouldn't have done it in advance, remember to take revenge after you die, go to the silver fox first, before that, I'm tired of telling me, the passwords you hid in the safes of major banks in batches!" Clark's life and death are not important at all compared to this batch of diamonds.

It would be a piece of cake for the Hand of God to kill Clark, but without these diamonds, their funds would be relatively tight, and the higher-ups, including Three, naturally did not want to see such a situation happen.

Clark could have died, but he had to confess the password to the vault for the diamonds, otherwise, it would be difficult for Westbrook to explain to the Order, which is why he had been lurking for so long and had not done anything.

(End of chapter)