For the next few days, we took turns guarding the street corner, monitoring Yort 24 hours a day, following him wherever he drove out of the café, and then checking the places he had visited, not letting go of any suspicious places or people.

All the people who have been in and out of Jort's office for a few days, including their conversations and phone calls made in the office, are under our watch.

But after a few days, we didn't get any useful information, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre was safe and sound, and the X organization disappeared without a trace like the world was steamed, but we still didn't dare to take it lightly, the terrorist organization would not give up easily, and the temporary calm was probably brewing a bigger conspiracy.

There is no sign of a ceasefire in the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, this is their best chance to strike at the Holy See, even Rome they dare to break into, what else can this group of madmen do.

These days we have been in a state of tension with our guns loaded and knives unsheathed, ready to fight at any time, and although we have never received any valuable news, we are not restless, and war is sometimes more patient than anyone.

It wasn't until the evening of the fifth day that a man walked into the office of Jort, an ordinary-looking man who would never look twice when thrown down the street, emaciated, dressed in a black casual suit, looking like an ordinary commoner.

When Baby first saw this person walk into Yort's office, she didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a café worker, but when she heard their conversation, she was taken aback.

At first, the two of them spoke quietly, and the sound coming back from the eavesdropper was so faint that it was almost impossible to tell what they were saying, and only a few words could be faintly heard, as if talking about the church and the bomb.

The two were talking, I don't know why, Yult suddenly became anxious, slammed the table and stood up and scolded loudly: "Are you crazy, I don't agree, I resolutely disagree." ”

"That's what it means, you don't have the right to refuse." The emaciated man also stood up and said lightly.

"Don't you know that Caesar's mercenaries are in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre? Do you think you have what it takes to get your hands right under their noses? Yolt yelled as he pointed to the man's nose.

"It's not something you should worry about, you just have to prepare what we need, and someone else will do the rest." The man said expressionlessly.

"Are you all idiots when you are Caesar? Doing so would undermine our entire plan, and I'm afraid I'll be implicated in that case. Jort pinched his waist and gasped for air.

"Yolter, are you afraid of death?" The man's voice was cold, with a hint of disdain.

"you, when Lao Tzu went to various countries, wouldn't you shoot yet, this liaison station has been in operation for five years, if it is destroyed because of your stupidity, do you know how much of a loss it will be for the organization?" Yort rolled his eyes angrily, and his voice became hoarse.

"This liaison station is no longer important to the organization!" The man said lightly.

"What do you say? Is this also what collar means? Yort asked, tilting his head sideways and sneering.

In recent years, the arms, trades, and various documents and even personnel absorption required within the organization are all in charge of Yolt, and in the eyes of those partners, only this liaison station is the only one for the recognition of Organization X.

Once this coffee house is destroyed, or Yolter dies, the damage to X-organization will be incalculable.

"There's no way to lead it, you take a look at this first!" The man took a document from his clothes and threw it on the table.

Yolt glanced at him, snorted coldly, picked up the file and looked down, at this glance, his eyes widened, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, it was unbelievable.

"This can't be, where did this thing come from?" Yolt asked in surprise.

"Someone sent it to the collar, and I heard that it was bought from the intelligence dealer Abraham for two million dollars." The emaciated man looked at Yort and said calmly.

"Abraham, this bastard, has infiltrated me." Jort crumpled the document in his hand and said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, this liaison station has been exposed, and the leader has decided to let it spend its maximum value and complete the final mission, as long as you are alive, with your ability, those losses will be made up, right?" A chuckle tugged at the corner of the man's mouth.

"Who reported it?" Jort took a deep breath and calmed down.

"A master from Japan, I only know his name is Blood Pupil, and he is haunted all day long, and I have only seen him once." The man snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to see the blood pupil very much.

"Anyway, he helped us, and I'd like to thank that guy for that." Jort took out the lighter and burned the crumpled piece of information to ashes.

"I'm afraid he won't take your affection!" The man said lightly.

"It doesn't matter, I just need a favor from him, and if he doesn't want to, I'll go find it." Yolt blew the ash that fell on his hand, and his eyes became eerie.

"You want to kill Abraham?" The man raised his eyelids and asked suspiciously.

"There are some things, just understand them in your heart, don't say them, pretending to be stupid can make you live longer." Jort sat in his chair and glanced at the emaciated man.

"I'm not interested in knowing what you want to do, but let me remind you, the blood pupil is not easy to mess with, he won't listen to you, let alone do things for you, and he doesn't even care about the orders he receives, there have been a few people who have been killed by him because they are dissatisfied with him, and there is no movement on the leading side, you are smarter than me, you decide for yourself what to do." Thinking of the cold appearance of the blood pupil, the man couldn't help but remind a few words.

Yolter looked at him in a little surprise, was silent for a while, and sneered: "It's a bit interesting, it's not that the leader hasn't moved, but I just think that the value of the blood pupil is greater than that of those dead people, and when he has no use value, it means that the time of death has come." ”

"Your own business, I don't want to care, when will the things I need be ready, the plan can't be delayed any longer, since Abraham can sell the information to the blood pupil, he can naturally sell it to Caesar, I heard that Caesar has sent someone to contact Aberham, if that group of mercenaries knows the secret here, our plan will be completely ruined." The man's face was slightly eager.

"Three days, you go back to prepare manpower, and pick up the goods here in three days." Yolt said dryly.

The man nodded, his eyes were gloomy and said, "It's decided, three days later, I will let the fire shine and reflect the sky of Jerusalem red!" ”

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