As for the real purpose of the Red Devils, Baker actually had a guess.

It's incredible that the Red Devils, who were originally agents of the FBI, were able to mix up the title of Keeper of the Dark World after changing careers.

Because even in the dark world, I don't want to deal with law enforcement.

Who knows if the Red Devils will be a barb released by the Federation, and whether the information exposed is not specially arranged and licensed by the Federation.

Therefore.

But from this point of view, the Red Devils can get to where they are now, and they are not people who will think about their friends.

After all......

No matter how attractive the Red Devils are, they can't change one thing, this product is a criminal, and he is a criminal who has sold over-the-counter narcotic drugs.

Case.

If the Red Devils didn't really stand out for his friend Black Caesar, then there was only one possibility left.

The Red Devils are for himself.

Maybe......

Is there a person or document in the Damocles business that could reveal the true identity of the Red Devils?

Baker thought about this possibility.

But again, this has nothing to do with Baker, he just doesn't want to be used as a gun by others, if it were someone else, Baker would have been shot a long time ago.

But the Red Devils?

Baker intends to give the Red Devils a chance, a chance to change the trade partner, as long as the Red Devils know that they are wrong, Baker will give the Red Devils a chance to mend their ways.

Yes.

Baker said directly: "Change conditions, Red Devils, some things, to be clear, are not good for everyone, you say yes." ”

The Reds looked sideways at Baker.

Baker's expression was pale.

Long.

The Red Devil didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "Many people want to know what the five high tables and S.H.I.E.L.D. have noticed that thing in your hand. ”

Baker narrowed his eyes.

Is this old guy playing the trick of retreating and advancing, sure I won't tell what I'm doing?

Scold.

The corners of Baker's mouth arced slightly, he got up, and then looked at the red devil sitting on the bench and said lightly: "Apple of Eden, as for what effect it has, I think, with your information network, it should be able to be found." ”

If taking orders only on Wall Street is about making himself less tired, then Baker's style is to deter others.

If you want to trouble me, you can.

But be prepared for a family reunion.

Let's talk about it.

Baker turned and walked directly towards the exit of the park, beckoning without looking back: "Goodbye, Red Devils, no, it's better never to see you again." ”

He gave it a chance, the Red Devils don't cherish it, so be it.

The rivers and lakes are bigger, and finding an intelligence agent again will be a little troublesome at most, and it is far from leaving the Red Devil, which is equivalent to leaving Butcher Zhang.

And......

Even if you don't have a butcher, you can still eat pig's head meat when you want to.

Soon.

Baker's figure disappeared from the Red Devil's sight.

Black Dunby, the Red Devils' most loyal subordinate and bodyguard, walked over from not far away and said to the Red Devils, "Raymond? ”

The Red Devil laughed back: "Haha, Dunby, you say, when did he notice that something was wrong?" ”

Dunby shook his head.

The Red Devils got up from the bench: "I guessed it from the first time I made a deal with him. ”

"Raymond?"

"It's fine."

The Red Devil patted the corner of his clothes, and smiled brightly like a rich man: "It's just a little troublesome, let people keep an eye on the Damocles enterprise." ”

Dunby nodded.

……

Baker, who returned to the apartment, rubbed the corners of his eyes a little tiredly, these years, it is really that the trust between people is getting less and less.

I'm very tired.

One less friend.

Baker sighed, looked down, took out his phone, found the Red Devil's phone number, and chose to delete it.

The next day.

After Christmas, Baker ate his fried bacon and eggs, plus a cup of coffee with five spoonfuls of sugar.

While eating breakfast, I used my notebook to browse the materials I had just received.

This is information about the Damocles enterprise.

By the end of this year, three Assassins of the Damocles Enterprise will be retiring after more than twenty years of service.

One, an old friend of the Red Devils, the Black Caesar, retired on January 30, 05.

Michael, an Assassin from Chile, retired on December 26, 04.

And one more......

Baker coughed, took the tissue from the bar and wiped the corners of his mouth, blinking at the information displayed on the screen.

The third soon-to-be Assassin was tragically killed in the Jersey City Raging Behemoth last month, and according to the grapevine, the stupid pig opened a bottle of champagne in his office that night to celebrate.

That's when it happened.

Baker looked at the flickering web page, exited the document, and looked.

Ooh!

Michael has just been confirmed dead by Chilean intelligence, and according to on-site analysis, Michael should have been shot directly from a long distance while doing something shameful, and several shots were shot in a row to confirm his death.

It should have been done by a killer team.

"Tsk!"

Baker looked at the photos of the scene uploaded on the Intercontinental Hotel Forum, and sighed twice, this kind of technique, at a glance, you can know that it was done by the new generation of killers.

Said before.

The older generation of Assassins or Killers were loners, taking on and completing tasks, blending planning and meticulousness with abilities that had been developed over the years, targeting only specific targets and killing them with one hit.

Even.

In the process of performing tasks, if you meet acquaintances, you will also have a trace of warmth for old colleagues and old neighbors.

But the new generation of killers is different.

To put it in a less apt way, an assassin or killer before 00 is similar to a hand-crafted one.

And the killers who entered the industry after 00 years are like being mass-produced by assembly line automation.

The division of labor is clear, cruel and ruthless, like a robot with no feelings.

The older generation of assassins or killers more or less have their own normal hobbies, but none of these new generation of killers are normal.

They're extremely egoistic, the team is full of killing Matt, narcotics, multiplayer sports, and everything else is fine as long as it turns out.

They are ruthless and kill all of them regardless of whether they encounter a strong or weak correlation. Of course, how to kill depends on the mood. If you are in a good mood, you can play more like a cat and mouse, and if you are not good, you will be directly abrupt and tyrannical.

Even if it is Baker, his family reunion is only for the family of the party, although there is no disaster for his wife and children here in Baker, but there is a bottom line no matter how you say it.

The most terrifying thing is that even if they kill the wrong person, they will not feel a little guilty in their hearts, and they will even use the only remaining warmth in the hearts of the old killer to transform it into deadly poison.

What now?

……