Monrovia, the capital of Liberia. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although the civil war has been over for more than a decade, traces of war can be seen everywhere in this million-strong city.

Like neighbouring Sierra Leone, the country founded more than a hundred years ago by emancipated American slaves was poor and in turmoil.

The whole city is like a super slum, with the exception of the embassy district, which is controlled by United Nations peacekeepers.

No one would believe that this is the capital of Liberia without looking at the city a few blocks away.

Spacious streets, clean pavement, lush green roadside shops, bars and coffee shops, several five-star international hotels that stand out from the crowd are no different from the big cities of the civilized world, and even the pedestrians on the street are many white-skinned.

On the eleventh floor of the Hilton Hotel, in a room facing the street, two people stand behind floor-to-ceiling windows.

That's right, it's Wang Dong and Serena.

The two stared at the Starbucks coffee shop across the street, and Wang Dong glanced at his watch as the Chevrolet SUV rushed over and parked outside the coffee shop.

There are five minutes left before the agreed time, which is normal.

There were three strong white men, all in suits and leather shoes, and wearing sunglasses.

One of them went from the alley to the back door of the coffee shop, the other two went into the coffee shop, and the driver stayed in the car.

At this time, an off-road vehicle appeared at each end of the street, but it was parked at the intersection and did not drive past.

A short time later, a woman's screams were heard from the coffee shop, and a blonde white woman in professional attire hurried out.

Then, two strong white men also came out and got into the buggy.

After the white brawny man who went to the back door returned, the buggy drove away with the roar of the engine.

At the same time, two off-road vehicles on the street and at the end of the street have also left.

Wang Dong stepped back from the window and said nothing.

Serena was still standing there in a daze.

It wasn't until an alarm sounded on the street that she stepped back from the window.

Needless to say, it's clear at a glance.

The agreed meeting place was the coffee shop, and the white woman who started running out was more similar to her in terms of body shape, especially the color of her hair.

It wasn't Interpol people who came, but a gang of mercenaries.

Wang Dong didn't speak, because Serena must be in a very bad mood right now.

If there is still a trace of fantasy before. After the mercenaries appeared, the last illusions were shattered.

"You're right, I've always been naïve."

"Want to hear my advice?" Wang Dong sighed secretly, and only said after Serena looked over, "Give up, it's too late to let go now." ”

"You're going to give up, I'm not."

Wang Dong was slightly stunned, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, I ......" Serena also immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, and immediately apologized to Wang Dong.

"You are just a person, not an opponent of the arms group at all. The more you know, the greater the danger. If you let it go now, you may still have a chance to live. If you continue to track it down, even if you find out the ghosts inside, I dare say, you won't live to dawn the next day. ”

"I'm going back, at least to find out the ghosts."

Wang Dong sighed, he knew that Serena was very assertive, otherwise she would not have gone to Sierra Leone alone.

"Help me."

"Serena ......"

"Now, I can't trust anyone but you. I promise to conclude the investigation as soon as the ghost is identified. In addition, I will find out your ...... through Interpol"

"It doesn't matter!"

Serena was slightly stunned, and Wang Dong suddenly became angry, which frightened her.

"It doesn't matter who I am or who I used to be." Wang Dong let out a long sigh and said, "At least, I can't let you take risks for this." ”

"You ......"

"Listen to me, give up."

"I'm going back." Serena hesitated a little before she said, "My home is in Lyon, France, even if I give up, I will go home." Go back with me, I have some connections, even if I don't go through Interpol, there is a way to help you find out your identity. ”

"Serena ......"

"Even if you travel with me."

Wang Dong sighed secretly and nodded in agreement.

Although he had already seen that Serena was lying, and knew that she would not stop there, Wang Dong was not ruthless enough to let her go back to die.

"I'll contact the informant right away, you can go and rest for a while."

"We can't stay here, those guys will soon guess that you're hiding near the coffee shop and kill them back."

The two didn't say much wordy, immediately packed their bags and left the hotel.

At this time, on the web.

"Michelangelo, Kidman is dead, and most of the mercenaries he brought with him are dead and wounded. You started it, you know what to do, right? ”

"I'll pay within three days."

"I just received the news that the police inspector did not go to the agreed place."

"How is that possible? There was certainly nothing wrong with the information provided by the insider, she ......"

"Our people have rushed over and haven't found her. Michelangelo, who left Sierra Leone alive and made it to the embassy district in Monrovia. If she returns to Vienna, there is no need for me to remind you of the great danger. It's just that you can definitely imagine that she is not alone, and someone is helping her. ”

"Dante, I promise ......"

"I don't need your assurance, what I need is results."

"I will give you a satisfactory result."

"I hope you do what you say."

At the end of the call, Pierre closed his laptop and looked over to Johnson, who was sitting across from him.

Behind Johnson is the towering Eiffel Tower.

Of course, it's far away, and there's a piece of glass in between.

"I've said long ago that woman won't give up. If only earlier ......"

"If it weren't for these things you provoked, would you be in trouble now?"

Johnson kept his mouth shut, indignant, but Pierre was not wrong. To be held accountable, Johnson must be innocent.

It's very simple, Johnson took matters into his own hands and fooled Morty with defective products, which caused so much trouble.

As for how much of this is self-filling, only Johnson himself knows.

"Just do what you say."

"No problem, I'll post the bounty right away. Just ......"

"You've made a lot of money over the years, right? You also heard it, Dante is very concerned about this matter, and if it is not resolved, it will definitely not be me who is the first to be unlucky. ”

"Understood." Johnson nodded, he was scared too.

It wasn't Pierre who scared him, it was Dante.

Pierre waved his hand and didn't talk nonsense to Johnson.

Half an hour later, on a secret website dedicated to professional killers, an SSS-level bounty with a bounty of $10 million appeared, and the assassination target was Serena.

The only people who can see this bounty order are the top professional killers with less than a hundred people.