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Hearing the noise coming from outside, Johnson was furious, but he could only endure it.

There was a fire in his heart, and Johnson could only put out the fire with wine.

The bottle of XO in front of him had already been half killed by him.

In the living room, four bodyguards sent by Pierre were watching the live TV broadcast of the European Cup semifinals, and their voices were turned on loudly, for fear that Johnson inside would not be able to hear them.

They are French and avid fans, and the semi-final was France vs. Germany.

Johnson is a pure American with no interest in football. If it was baseball or football, he might still be able to tolerate it.

It's just that Johnson can only swallow his anger now.

Taking a sip, Johnson couldn't help but sigh.

Those four guys, nominally bodyguards, were actually overseers sent by Pierre.

After the bounty was issued, Johnson thought he could sit back and relax.

What is the concept of an SSS-class professional killer?

There are not a hundred in the world!

In Johnson's mind, these SSS-level professional killers are the most powerful and terrifying existence.

More than ten years ago, Johnson just debuted and met an old man.

After many fruitless negotiations, in order to set an example, he spent his blood money, that is, the million dollars he earned at the time, to issue a bounty.

Only two days later, the Latin American gang boss died at his mistress's house.

was killed along with several gang members who specialized in protecting him, and all of them were headshots, and they didn't even have a chance to resist.

That's still an S-class professional killer two levels behind.

Unexpectedly, on the day he issued the bounty order, Serena left Monrovia.

By the time he received the news again, Serena had already returned to Europe and was on her way to Vienna.

The news came from Pierre, along with the four guys outside.

As for the bodyguards who followed Johnson, they had already been driven downstairs.

To come up to Johnson, you first have to ask the four guys outside.

It is clear that Johnson has been placed under house arrest.

Pierre's meaning is simple, if Johnson hires a professional killer to kill Serena, everything will be fine.

If not, Johnson wouldn't have to.

After taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Johnson poured another glass.

Although Serena did not go to Interpol headquarters, indicating that the professional killer had arrived in Vienna and found her, Johnson did not dare to be careless, because he knew that as long as Serena lived, the threat existed, and the first unlucky person must have been him.

Waiting is painful, but you can only endure it.

However, in two hours, the mission deadline will be up and the bounty will be reissued.

Regardless of whether the professional killer who took over the previous mission killed Serena or not, there will be a second professional killer who will deal with her for 10 million dollars, which is equivalent to an extra insurance.

No matter what the cost, Serena must die!

It's not just a threat to arms groups, it's also about reputation.

If you can't even handle a small Interpol, how will you mix it up in the future?

After draining the last glass of wine, Johnson lay down.

Drinking so much, not only to kill his sorrows, but also not to hear the noisy noise outside, Johnson felt like he was about to collapse.

At this time, inside the living room.

The game had entered the second half of extra time, with a few minutes to go, with Germany leading by one goal and France possessing the ball to attack.

It was the last attack of the game, and if you scored, you took a penalty, and if you didn't score, you lost the game.

It was the most crucial moment for the four genuine French fans.

The four guys were all staring intently at the TV screen, absolutely distracted.

The winger dribbled down the ball, the centre-forward was already in the box, and the two tall centre-backs rushed up.

The German full-backs were very fast, and just as the wingers were on their feet, the fullbacks jumped up and blocked them desperately, and the ball hit the full-backs and bounced off the bottom line.

At this time, the referee blew the final whistle.

"!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

"No, it can't be."

"Why is this happening, my five thousand euros."

"Smack-"

Amid curses and sighs, a beer bottle slams into the TV screen.

It's the guy who lost the money, and he has a big temper.

After venting, the mood was probably a little better, and the guy turned around and prepared to open another bottle of beer.

The food truck with beer was behind him.

However, before he could touch the beer bottle, he saw the man standing next to the dining car and a pistol with the muzzle pointed at his head.

Immediately after, a fiery red glow enveloped everything.

It was also the last scene he saw.

"Poof—"

"Poof, poof, poof......"

Four gunshots and all four bodyguards fell.

So close, the four heads were opened by bullets in front of their eyes, and there was no need to waste bullets to replenish the gun.

At the door, Serena was not surprised to see all this.

She has seen Wang Dong's ruthlessness for a long time.

Just being ruthless to the enemy, of course.

As Wang Dong walked towards the bedroom, Serena entered the room and closed the door.

It was so loud that they could hear it outside the door.

When Wang Dong pried open the door, the four guys inside didn't even notice it!

It's not just that the TV is too loud, it's also about alcohol.

In addition to the four still twitching corpses, there were dozens of empty wine bottles, cigarette butts and ashes all over the floor, and broken glass on the side of the TV.

There are several used plates and cutlery on the dining car, and steaks are eaten at night.

When Serena entered the bedroom, Wang Dong had already dragged the guy to the chair and was tying his hands to the armrests of the chair with his tie.

When she looked closer, Serena immediately recognized her.

It's Johnson!

Is he Lynch, or is he someone else?

Smelling alcohol in the air, Serena frowned.

As an orthodox Catholic, Serena had never touched alcohol, let alone drunk too much.

Johnson was so drunk that he didn't wake up when he was tied to a chair by Wang Dong.

There was no way, Wang Dong could only go outside and get a bottle of mineral water.

Evian, in such a five-star hotel, a bottle costs tens of euros.

Probably reluctant, maybe thirsty, Wang Dong opened it and drank two sips before pouring the rest on Johnson's head.

Stimulated, Johnson woke up trembling.

"Who, what do ......"

After he opened his mouth, a mass of objects slipped into his mouth.

It's two stinky socks, and it's his own.

"Bang-bang-"

Immediately afterward, he was slapped twice.

Wang Dong made a move, those two blows were definitely not light, and it hurt to look at it.

The cold water, the hot pain on his cheeks, made Johnson quickly sober up.

Seeing Wang Dong standing in front of him, he was stunned at first, obviously not recognizing.

Then his eyes widened, because he saw Serena standing behind Wang Dong.

"Johnson, don't you know me anymore?"

Hearing this, Johnson looked at Wang Dong again.

Although he didn't recognize Wang Dong at a glance, he wouldn't forget that voice, because it was that person who made something out of nothing and messed up his deal with Morty.