I have to admit that I am selfish.

When Mr. L talked about my father's revenge and my interests, I threw myself out of the sky without any guilt about avenging those innocent people and destroying the MK Group.

Because even if you don't admit defeat anymore, I'm afraid that when you see the behemoth of MK Group, you will feel powerless from the bottom of your heart.

And I have always been a person who is not very strong, and I hide when I encounter difficulties, unless it involves the lives of my brothers and the blood feud of the family, I will bite the bullet.

Thinking about this journey, I have been dragged by hatred, I can't help myself, I want to escape and have to face it.

This may be life, it's fucked up, but there's no way to avoid it.

Shortly after Mr. L left, Lina came. She sat across from me and said, "Finished talking?" ”

I nodded.

"An agreement?" She was pleasantly surprised, Mr. L, the reconciliation between the two of us means that she doesn't have to die, if she talks about it, she will definitely die.

"Sort of." I said that I didn't have a deep conversation with Mr. L, I think he must have something to do with me, I'll just wait.

Lena was very happy and ordered a beer to celebrate, but her legs moved, and her high heels kicked my feet, which I thought was some kind of ambiguous hint, and lowered my head and kicked away her shoes with some disgust.

I don't know if she did it on purpose, or if I kicked it too hard, her shoes fell off, and she couldn't put them on after hooking her thumb a few times.

"Mr. Gentleman?" She looked at me and spread her hands, and the meaning was self-evident.

I apologized for stepping on her shoes and leaned over to put them on for her, but I leaned down and saw the monitors glued under the table.

It's a very small camouflage and a great listener, but I can see it at a glance!

I didn't help her put on her shoes, stood up, and said coldly: "Go!" ”

She hurriedly put on her shoes and followed me out, and we went all the way to the woods, stopping under a big tree, and when I was sure that there was no one, I turned around and grabbed her by the neck, and said angrily, "You put the monitor, right?" ”

"What listener?" Her face was flushed, and her tongue was a little unstraight.

"You're looking for death, you know?" I said coldly, but I didn't pay attention to a key issue, Lina had no reason to listen in on my conversation with Mr. L, even if she wanted to know, she could ask Mr. L directly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, what listener? Who is being snooped on? Why listen? She struggled to break my fingers, and it took a great deal of effort to say these words.

She reminded me why she was listening. Lena is really no need to listen.

But I thought of another possibility, is she taking advantage of this and trying to blame Old Jack? And, although she pretended to be very casual just now, it was because of her that I only found out about the monitor, did she do it on purpose?

However, she did not have the time to commit the crime at all.

Before I made an agreement with Mr. L, her freedom was restricted, but it was only after I reached an agreement with Mr. L that I regained her freedom and she was able to come to the bar to find me.

Is it really Old Jack?

I felt a chill to my bones, what happened to MK Group? One wants to help me, and the other wants to me? Could it be that they are two gangs? Fighting each other?

If that's the case, how should I, who has already made an agreement with Mr. L, face Old Jack? After Old Jack found out that I had made a deal with Mr. L, what would Old Jack do to me, as a friend of the enemy?

While I was thinking about it, Mr. L's message came, that is, the murder mission, this time targeting a company executive in his forties. And it is a subsidiary of MK, and its name is: Mr. An.

It was the same Mr. Ann that Lina was talking about, a middle-aged white man. Mr. Ahn is the leader of an important faction in the Mk. In MK, factions are not divided by skin color, but by region, the region where they are trained.

Mr. L is a faction of the Mexican rainforest and the island, which means that the people who train from there are all his disciples, just like me. Mr. Ahn controls the Siberian Sphere, which means that all the dead soldiers trained on the Siberian ice field are under his control.

As for Africa, Europe, and even some small islands in the Pacific Ocean, I don't know much about them, and Lena knows very little, and I guess only Mr. L's class can know about this kind of thing.

This Mr. An was condemned as a traitor by the group's top brass because he colluded with Rondo in an attempt to dismantle the group. The last time Rondo dared to openly confront the group, it was planned by Mr. Ahn.

According to Mr. L, Mr. An was going to use Rondo to destroy him, and then, annex his forces, and then dismantle the clique step by step. But the group sensed his intentions and ordered Mr. L to send someone to kill Mr. An as soon as possible and reorganize Mr. An's forces.

However, these are all Mr. L's words, maybe the plot is reversed, he is the one who wants to annex the forces, and deliberately framed him.

Of course, I don't care at all about which of them is the badass, I prefer to see the two of them kill each other, and it's better to hang them all up.

Mr. L's reward was very tempting, in addition to promising me to return abroad, he also promised to give me substantial help, including money and intelligence, and even said that I would control Mr. An's forces to deal with the Golden Triangle, and then establish my own power in China and become an agent of the East.

I have to say, he touched me. I couldn't help but begin to remember Mr. Ann's habits and possible course of action. However, I can't carry out even the perfect plan, because old Jack really defected. He wasn't stupid, he must have seen me leaning over and spotting the monitor.

In fact, not only did he have a monitor, but he also listened to the mobile phone I used to contact Mr. L, otherwise he would not have known that I had assassinated Mr. An and acted immediately.

This old man is really not authentic, he didn't give me a chance to react at all, and a group of people rode motorcycles and directly surrounded me, all holding guns, facing me. I looked at him and asked, why.

The old thing was holding a single-burst shotgun, holding a cigar, and said nothing, standing in front of me, without warning, the butt of a gun. Although it was a wooden butt, it still smashed me into a daze, in fact, I should have pretended to be stunned at the time, blaming me for being too sincere, so I was beaten again and completely knocked unconscious.

By the time I woke up, I was tied to a live cattle transport cart with something stuffed in my mouth and in the cart with a herd of beef cattle.

I don't know if he's going to kill me or pull me to see someone. But since I'm awake, I'm not going to sit still, I'm going to have to run out, some hemp rope can't stop me, this kind of thing, as long as I am given enough time, it can be grinded alive.

But I don't seem to have enough time. The car stopped, and I heard a few sounds of muffler firing bullets, and then, the door was pulled open, and the car started again, staggering away. These few clean movements, you don't have to guess, you can think with your toes, someone has cut off your beard.

It's going to die, and it's going to have to be robbed by several groups of people. But the strange thing is that these people didn't correct me on the spot, but dragged me all the way until dawn.

This night, I was not idle, the rope has been sharpened by me, and all kinds of plans have been deduced, and it is almost time to act. The car stopped, and a man opened the fence behind the car, and he got into the car, passed through the cows, and came to me, and did not speak, but looked at me very pretendedly, full of disdain and hostility.

When I saw him with a gun, I was naturally hostile to him. But in fact, he has no malicious intentions, he just wants to pretend to be forced.

He crouched down, probably trying to humiliate me, but I slammed his head on the head, smacked him on the ground, and then punched him left and right, and beat him in circles, grabbed the gun, and shot him in the eyebrow, and then, without hesitation, hit the man in the back of the head in the cab. There were only two of them, and I jumped out of the car and prepared to let the cattle go, so that I could lose weight and speed up the drive.

But at this time, a black jeep rushed over, I couldn't run, and it was too late to get into the car, so I was in a dilemma for a while. The car stopped, the door opened, Mr. L poked his head out, glanced at the dead body, stretched out a thumbs, and said, "I knew they couldn't save you." ”

That's when I realized that these two people were Mr. L's people, and he was here to save me.

Mr. L sent someone to dispose of the body and took me to a mountain villa. There is no special decoration in the villa, but there are a lot of guns and cold weapons, and there are many computers and staff, which are probably his intelligence agencies.

I showered, ate, and discussed a plan of action with him in his office. From his mouth I learned that Lina was dead, killed by Old Jack.

Old Jack also sent him back the head, Mr. L asked me if I wanted to take a look, he put it in the refrigerator, the protection is not bad, I am not interested in this kind of thing, who has nothing to look at the dead man's head?

"Old Jack's methods are cruel." Mr. L said: "He used a knife, and it took several cuts to cut his neck, and Lina suffered a lot. ”

He said it lightly, holding a red wine glass and taking a sip, looking at the red maple leaves outside the floor-to-ceiling window, there seemed to be no sadness, but I heard a strong anger and sadness.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Naturally, it's ......" he drank his wine and said, "Kill!" ”

Smack!

He clapped his hands and walked in from outside the door to a man in white. This man is about the same age as me, but he is wearing a white suit with white shoes, not to mention socks. The most perverted, even the hair and eyebrows are white, and the skin is also very white, it is estimated that he is a white flower patient.

I don't like white, it's too bright, it's not easy to disguise, I like black, it's hidden, it's observant of others, it's safe.

"This is your new partner, Bai Jue!" Mr. L said.

I glanced at him and nodded.

The reason why I am a little disgusted with him is that it is completely because of his looks, and besides, he is yellow, but he is whiter than Russia, which naturally makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

He walked up to me and held out his hand. I wasn't too embarrassed not to reach out, and shook it with him, a touch.

He smiled and said something inexplicable, he said that I killed people with a knife. I was stunned, you have nothing to do with me killing people with leaves? That's too abrupt, isn't it?

Moreover, he said in a stinky voice, as for cooperation or something, I don't think it's necessary, Mr. An, I will kill you, just watch from the sidelines.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled a little helplessly.

"Did you hear me?" Albinism said: "I just need you to observe!" ”

"Good!"