"Your woman? You're a bodyguard at best, don't think I don't know you, Caesar's mercenary assassin! Carlo glanced at me, a sneering expression that seemed to make me unworthy of being his opponent.

"I admire your courage, Shiebel may be merciful to your men for the sake of her father's life, but I can take your life at any time, don't forget that I am a mercenary, I only like to talk with bullets." I slowly took out the Beretta 92F and gently opened the safe, the murderous aura on my face became thicker and thicker.

"You don't dare to kill me! Sheebel won't allow you to do that! Is that right? My beautiful wife. Carlo turned his head to look at Shiebel and asked with a very shameless look.

"Hahaha......!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I looked at Carlo's idiot look: "I'm going to kill someone, do you think she stopped it?" I don't care who is the boss of your mafia, that's your business, the only one who can stop me is my captain, but it's a pity that he's not here! ”

I pulled the sleeve gently, and I made a clicking sound, and I deliberately made the movement very slow so that the pressure of death at any time could break down Carlo's psychological defenses and blow his arrogance, and I wanted him to understand that Caesar's mercenaries were not the men of the Chretas family, and that no one could stop us if we wanted to kill him.

Carlo's face changed slightly, he understood that I wasn't joking, watching the muzzle of the black hole slowly raised, he looked at Hiebel and said coldly: "If I die, I promise you will see Wilson's body tomorrow." ”

"Lao Tzu looks down on men who threaten women the most!" I let out a low roar, took a step forward, grabbed him by the collar and pressed his head against the coffee table in front of the sand, the pistol pressed against my temple, my fingers pulled the trigger, and I said in an eerie voice: "May God be with you, but I think hell is better for you." "I'm going to pull the trigger.

"Don't, assassin!" Shiebel screamed, grabbed my wrist, and stopped me with a panicked face. "Please, don't kill him, my dad is still in his hands!"

"Are you going to agree to his terms?" I asked with a frown.

"No, I didn't, I ...... I do not know! Shiebel cried out in pain.

"Well, I can not kill him, but not because of you, because my mission does not include killing him, and mercenaries never do anything superfluous, provided that you don't provoke me." I looked at Shiebel with a sneer on my face, gently closed the safety of my pistol, let go of the hand that was holding Carlo, and turned to sit down in disheartenment, ignoring them.

Carlo stood up, rubbed my green neck, looked at me with resentment in his eyes, and then turned to Shiebel and said, "I'll give you time to think about it, but I won't wait too long, and I hope to hear a satisfactory answer before the sun rises tomorrow!" ”

After Carlo finished speaking, he left a business card with no signature but a number, and then gave me a vicious look, which obviously meant to say, "You wait with me, I will kill you sooner or later." Then he hurried out of the villa, fearing that I would regret and shoot him down.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know what to do?" After Carlo left, Shibel came to me, her beautiful baby face full of pain and grievance, tears rolling in her eyes but never flowing.

"Why do you apologize to me, you did a good job!" I smiled slightly, the coldness on my face receding, and I reached out and pulled her to sit next to me.

"I don't want to marry him, I don't want to at all, but I want to save my father, I must save him." Shiebel leaned on my shoulder, eager for my tolerance and understanding.

"Of course Mr. Wilson has to save it, otherwise I will find someone to go to for the three million dollars, I was deliberately scaring Carlo just now, don't worry, I have already thought of a way to save your father, Dona father and son will not be arrogant for a few days."

"Really? If I had to marry that mean and shameless bastard to save my dad, I'd rather kill myself! "Shiebel is already distracted, and he doesn't know how to get out of his current predicament, so he can only pin all his hopes on me.

"This time, I'm afraid you really have to agree to his conditions." I looked at Shibel, whose face had changed, with a smile on her face, and the sadness in her eyes made me feel distressed.

In the evening, Shiebel dialed Carlo's phone, and as soon as he answered it, there was a lewd laugh mixed with the delicate moans of a woman.

"Hey, baby, are you ready to be my woman for calling me so soon?" From the other side came Carlo's.

"You shameless bastard, shut up that woman next to you!" Shiebel roared in feigned anger.

"Ok, I can shut up all the women if you want!" After speaking, I heard a crisp snap on the other side of the phone, and then the woman's voice disappeared, I don't know if she was killed by him, or she was stunned by a slap, in short, there was no movement.

"Dear Shibbel, should I pick you up now?" Carlo said confidently, knowing that he wouldn't have called him if he hadn't thought it through.

"I can promise your terms, but I have to make sure my dad is alive!" Shiebel said as if resigned to his fate.

"Of course Mr. Wilson is still alive, I won't lie to you, as long as you marry me, I will release him immediately." Caro's tone is like that of a child trafficker.

"Do you think I'll still believe you? I've got to hear my dad's voice, or you're not going to get me." "Hiebel was so resolute that he couldn't hear Wilson's voice, and God knows if Carlo was swaggering under Wilson's guise, and maybe the person wasn't in his hands at all, although it was very unlikely.

Carlo was silent for a moment, then smiled lewdly, "I promise you, but you're going to sleep in my bed tonight!" ”

"When I'm sure Daddy is still alive, I'll fulfill your request!" Shiebel took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.

"I'm looking forward to the way you look at me, hahaha......" Carlo laughed and hung up, as if mocking the lowliness of the loser with the gesture of a winner.

Shibbel's face was blue with anger, he was so disgusted that he almost didn't vomit, the phone in his hand was rattled by her hand, and he screamed like crazy with his head raised to vent the grievances in his heart.

"There will be times when you will be angry, but I hope you will not be merciful then." I walked over with two glasses of wine and handed Shiebel one.

"Didn't you hear him just now? He insulted me so much, you still have the heart to drink, are you a man? "No one had ever dared to say such insulting words to Sheebel, which she could not accept, and then began to exercise the privilege of being unreasonable and to take fire out on me.

"And what do you want me to do? Kill him? It's easy to just nod your head, or call and scold back, sorry, then I can't do that! I took a shallow sip of 20-year-old ice wine from an old Russian family, closed my eyes slightly and said with a face full of enjoyment.

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