Poseidon put on his clothes and rushed to the sinkhole, despite the fact that it was getting dark. Eighty-one? Chinese? ≈≥≠.≤8≈1≤Z≤≥.=C≈O≈M≠ At the same time, Emerson, who had put the disc away, was meeting "DiCao" in the cave. Dicao is a man wrapped in a black robe, with a black turban on his head, and a large beard that does not tell his actual age. He is dressed like this, if someone who does not know his true identity will definitely mistake him for a local Arab when they see him for the first time.

Emerson watched him walk in, watched Arcadulla leave, and said to DiCao, "Please be seated." ”

Dicao sat down across from him, looked at the cave, and said, "Why do you have to let me come?" You should know that I'm busy. ”

"I still have a business here, can I do it?"

"Name."

"Yariel."

Dikao's eyes shrank: "Thirty million." ”

Emerson frowned: "Gabriel, you only need 20 million, Yare, a little-known woman, you want 30 million?!" ”

That's right, this DiKao is the same killer who sniped Lang on the docks of Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong - at least, that's what Emerson thinks now.

Hearing this, Dicao sneered: "Unknown? Mr. Emerson, you are insulting my intelligence. As far as I know, all the while, Yari was one of the archangels of the Angel Mercenary Team. And I've heard that as long as she leads the team on a mission, even if it ends in failure, the person who opposes her will not end well-the world's most powerful tarot card divination master, I think this name alone is worth 20 million. ”

Emerson was silent, Angel Mercenaries, that was the pain in his heart! He couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek, feeling the strangeness (the skin on his body was still white rhinoceros), and he said, "Dikao, I didn't expect you to know a lot about our angels. ”

"Because you angels were once a force to be reckoned with! It's just that I didn't expect that in the end, you would actually fall out with Mi ** Fang-"

"Thirty million? Can't be less? ”

"I said, the name of Tarot Master alone is worth 20 million!"

"You are a killer, you actually believe this?!"

"I am a Christian, and a very devout Christian. Otherwise, why would I take on Gabriel's mission? Old John is so powerful, didn't he die at the hands of Gabriel? ”

John Sr. is the fifth-best killer in the world, and his arthroplasty is very famous in the Underworld. Lang Zhan and Lori didn't have any special feelings about Old John's death, but in the underworld, it caused quite a stir. What is the concept of being ranked in the top 5 in the world? There are 100,000 killers in the world. It is not excluded that there are some real-life masters who do not show their faces, but even so, it is even more difficult to make it to the top five than to win the championship in the Olympics.

What about Lang Zhan? Prior to that, the most brilliant record was the killing of Casellisetta. However, because this is just an example, there is also a record of successfully assassinating General Mi Guo and attempting to assassinate Oguanhai, and he is only treated as the top fifty. Lori, before this, the mercenary world may have had her name circulated, but in the killer world, she belongs to a completely newcomer. Just such two people, Old John also brought a helper, and it was Old John who died in the end, which is simply amazing.

Emerson wanted to kill Lang Zhan, and Lang Zhan rebelled against the angels. It's just that because he covets Lang Zhan's body, he has always wanted to capture Lang Zhan alive and then use head replacement surgery to plunder Lang Zhan's young body. Emerson's plan, as Lang Zhan's blood became the most sought-after commodity in the underground world, as more and more people proved that Lang Zhan's blood had no special effect, Emerson personally did genetic monitoring of Lang Zhan's blood circulating on the market, and confirmed that these blood did indeed come from Lang Zhan, in his own words: It's time for the name Gabriel to disappear from the world - he released the news to the killer world, willing to pay a lot of money to buy Lang Zhan's head. What made Emerson very depressed was that no one was willing to take this job before he revealed his identity. There was no way, he could only take the initiative to contact a few killers he had dealt with before, and then he contacted DiKao. And a big reason why Di Kao is willing to take on this job is because of Lang Zhan's status as a non-Christian believer......

"Okay. It's still the old rule, I'll pay half first. ”

"What about Gabriel's half?"

"Of course I'll give it to you—but what if he doesn't die, Dikao?"

"You've seen the picture, I did hit him in the head—" DiCao said, meeting Emerson's expressionless eyes, and he changed his words, "Well, I promise you, if he doesn't die, I'll hunt him down until one of them dies between me and him!" ”

Emerson nodded, then pulled out a tablet from his backpack on the ground behind him. He turned on the computer, glanced at the box in Dikao's hand, and said, "There's one last procedure left, I need to confirm your identity." ”

"I can understand that my sister has caused me a lot of trouble," DiKao said, grinning, opening the box he had been carrying in his hand.

From the outside, the box was very ordinary, but when the box was opened, revealing the barrel and some gear structures that glowed black in the light, the box was immediately shrouded in a layer of mystery.

"I heard that 50 million can buy the box in your hand?"

"Yes, but only after I make a better box."

"Hopefully one day we can make a deal like that."

"You're a tyrant," DiKao said, closing the box, then laying it flat on his lap and pressing it a few times, a small screen rose on the lid. "Come on, my time is precious," he said to Emerson.

As Emerson pressed the confirmation button, and as Dikao transferred the newly received money to another account, Emerson asked, "Do you need me to give you the details of Yariel?" ”

"I shouldn't have minded, but I have my pride. So, thank you! ”

DiKao departed, and Emerson watched him go, then stood at the mouth of the cave for a moment, and then suddenly said to himself, "Strange, why do you always feel that something is wrong?" ”

It didn't take long for him to learn why, for Arcadulla had come to him with a strange look to report that Mr. DiCao had returned, and that he had asked to see Emerson. When Emerson heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he clenched his hands into fists fiercely, and scolded: "shIT! No wonder I felt weird just now, could it be—"

Ten minutes later, a white man who looked almost the same as the previous Dikao and carried a suitcase, but the robe was gray, appeared in front of Emerson. He just swept Emerson into his face, and chuckled, "Mr. Emerson, if my guess is right, have you just met another me?" ”

Emerson took a deep breath so that he could control his emotions and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you really DiKao?!" ”

"Mr. Emerson, you have a problem with what you say, you should ask, are you Decao?" Because there is no such thing as a real or false Dikao, there is only one DiCao in this world, and that is me! ”

"How do you prove it?"

"Proof? You can ask him—" Dicao said, glancing at Akadulla, who was standing with his hands down.

"Akadulla, what's going on?" Emerson asked.

"Sir, I was about to report to you that this gentleman wounded some of my men."

"Wounded?"

"It's expensive for me to kill, and I don't want to be shot at gunpoint, so-"

DiKao deliberately didn't finish his sentence, but Emerson didn't understand what he meant. He took a deep breath and said, "Dikao, I made the balance and advance payment to the account you gave—"

"Called me the balance? But I didn't get a hint—" DiKao said, pulling his phone out of his body. He turned on his phone, quickly clicked on an online banking, then pointed the screen at Emerson and said, "Look, I didn't receive any money today — oh yes, did you know my sister is a geek?" ”

"DiKao!" Emerson shouted, and then cracks appeared in the skin on his face.

Seeing this, DiKao immediately lifted the suitcase to his chest and said, "Mr. Emerson, are you angry and ready to break the contract?" ”

Emerson took a deep breath: "DiKao, it seems that you don't care about your sister's life or death?" ”

"Mr. Emerson, I'm the killer."

"I can give you the balance and advance again, but in that case, I promise you, your sister, she will die a terrible death."

Dicao shrugged: "Listen to me." ”

"Good!" Emerson said, pulling out his tablet again. When he called up the corresponding program and saw the balance on it, the skin on his face cracked directly, and yellow water began to seep out of the cracked opening, which made his face look particularly hideous and terrifying. He gritted his teeth and tapped on his keyboard a few times, looked at DiCao and said, "I haven't been able to confirm Gabriel's death yet." I hope you did kill him. Plus, your good sister helped you take on a new order, Yari - do you know this guy? ”

"Of course, the master of tarot cards! How much does she offer? I guess, 30 million!? ”

Emerson looked at DiKao, and his eyes began to turn red.

Dicao noticed this, he smiled, reached out and pressed it near his right temple, and said, "I have heard that Mr. Emerson is good at hypnotism, and today is a long experience." As he spoke, there was a glint in his eyes.

Emerson noticed this, and he took a deep breath, the red in his eyes slowly fading. Later, he typed on the computer keyboard again and said, "Fifteen million advances have also been made, and I hope you don't let me down." ”

"Of course, I don't want to be a zombie yet!" DiKao said, looked at his phone, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Ok, you just wait for my good news!" Leave! With that, he put his phone away, picked up his suitcase, turned around and walked out.