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On the sparkling sea, a 300-foot-long luxury yacht sailed slowly, and the whistle sounded from time to time, as if to tell the night sky and the sea its loneliness and loneliness.

It's just that the yacht is not deserted at all.

Bonfires lit on the open-air deck, and several bikini girls of all skin tones writhed wildly to the deafening heavy metal music.

The sea breeze sat on the table, but it could not blow the smell of alcohol, tobacco, marijuana and strong hormones in the air.

Around the deck, more than a dozen heavily armed bodyguards turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye.

On a couch near the cabin, Tonakani smoked a delicate Havana handmade cigar and let two freshly smoked supermodels touch him.

Tonakani was in a bad mood because it was not a vacation, but a refuge.

Three days ago, at a meeting of the company's board of directors, he was forcibly taken away by two bodyguards.

Once on the private jet, Tonakani learned that someone had posted a bounty on the Hitman's organization's website for a million euros.

The situation was urgent, and the bodyguards did not consult him.

One million euros means that the next task is at least an S-class professional killer.

Since it's rare to have a €10 million bounty, a €1 million bounty is tempting for SSS-level professional killers who are desperate for money.

By the time he left Rome on a private jet, the mission had already been taken.

A few hours later, the helicopter in which Tonakani was traveling landed on the yacht.

Over the next two days, helicopters brought in the world's top models, as well as all sorts of luxury items for Tonakani's entertainment.

In fact, those supermodels are also luxuries.

Tonakani is in a bad mood, not that he has to spend millions of euros a day, the last thing he lacks is money, but he doesn't know when he will be able to go ashore.

Bounties are open to all professional killers, and the key is not to find the killer who takes the task, but to the employer who posted it.

As long as the bounty is not revoked and the bounty is still in the escrow account of the killer organization, even if the professional killer who takes over the task is killed, there will be other professional killers who take over the task.

It is not over until the employer is found, the bounty is withdrawn, and the bounty is recovered.

The problem is that finding an employer is easier said than done.

Arriving on the yacht, Tonakani made a phone call, and the other party told him to be patient and contact him when the results of the investigation were available.

Await!

How long will it take?

The other party didn't say it, and Tonakani didn't know.

Of course, as long as you're on a yacht, safety isn't an issue.

The yacht sails on the high seas on a random course with a course that changes every half hour.

For three days, except for using satellite phones to communicate with the outside world, the yacht did not send any signals that could be traced, and no one knew the exact location of the yacht.

In addition, there were twelve bodyguards on board the yacht, all equipped with automatic weapons.

Tonakani wasn't worried about being assassinated, he was just tired of being here, and he had been hiding on the yacht, which made him feel shameless.

Who is he?

Italian billionaire, the largest shareholder and de facto controller of the Fiat Group, a member of the "Arms Toslav" codenamed "Petrarch".

Not to mention the Italian dignitaries, even the notorious mafia, the Panini family, had to listen to him.

Now, a million-euro bounty, a potential threat, has forced him to leave Rome and take refuge on a yacht adrift on the high seas.

If it gets out, who will take him seriously?

It's only been a few days, and it's not much of a problem.

If it drags on for ten days and half a month, even if he finds an employer and returns to Rome safely, Tonakani will lose everything he has now.

In this world of the jungle, showing a weak side will become a prey to be eaten.

You have to find the guy who posted the bounty and kill him so he doesn't die a good death!

Tonakani took two puffs of his cigar and pushed down the blonde beauty on the left.

Like ambition, desire is the main driving force that drives Tonakani to the top of life.

More than twenty years ago, it was after being abandoned by the freckled, eyeless woman that Tonakani was uplifted.

In North Africa, he earned his first pot of gold with second-hand weapons stuffed into several containers.

From then on, Tonakani worked his way up the ladder and finally got the code name "Petrarch" five years ago, and had everything he has now.

It's hard to imagine that everything Tonakani is doing now, from the merciless ridicule of his first girlfriend.

What is a woman?

It's just a plaything bought with money, and it's far from valuable, and it can't be compared with luxury goods such as LV and CHANEL.

Don't look at those world supermodels who seem to be unattainable goddesses on weekdays, they are only 5,000 euros a day.

"Doodoo ......"

Just as Tonakani mounted his gun and was about to charge, the phone on the glass coffee table rang.

It's a satellite phone, and it's the only one on the yacht.

Probably stimulated, the desire that was still burning at the beginning was extinguished at once.

Pushing the blonde away from the beauty, Tonakani grabbed the satellite phone.

It shows an unfamiliar number, but only a few people know about the number, and only one person will call at this time.

"Hello?"

Tonakani answered the phone, but it was so noisy on the deck that you couldn't hear each other.

He waved his hand, but the bodyguards guarding around him didn't see it at all, and the few bikini girls who were still shaking their heads had obviously smoked too much marijuana.

The speakers were at the other end of the deck, more than twenty meters apart.

"Wait a minute!"

Tonakani is very angry, but now is not the time to get angry.

Getting up, he pulled up his pants and turned into the cabin.

Still noisy, Tonakani made his way to the study across the passage.

This is his yacht, with bedrooms and dozens of rooms, as well as a bar, gym and cinema, as well as a study that belongs only to him.

The study is specially renovated and the soundproofing is very good.

Even if there was an explosion outside, it would not be heard from the inside.

Of course, the reverse is also true.

Tonakani was not worried about security, because the study was made of bulletproof steel on all six sides, and the door lock was also specially made, and no one could break in when the door was closed after entering.

To open the door lock, you need not only a code and key, but also a Tonakani's fingerprint.

Besides, the yacht is on the high seas, dozens of kilometers from land, and it is still sailing, even if it is not fast, it is much faster than a human swimmer.

It can be said that a yacht is a moving sea fortress.

Even if it is not equipped with heavy weapons like a battleship, it is enough to deal with professional killers.

In Tonakani's view, if even the yacht is not safe enough, there is no place in the world to talk about safety.